The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

Even Chou Zhiruo, who had seen strong winds and waves, couldn't regain his senses for a short time, his usually cold gaze fell on his wet fingertips, and he was a little ridiculously confused.

After staring at it for a moment, he lowered his head and sniffed carefully, and the faint frankincense came to his face. Although he had a conclusion in his heart, he still stuck out his tongue to taste it, and rolled all the thin light yellow into his mouth.

Yu Qing on the couch was still moaning and moaning. If Qiu Zhi knew that he had this habit, when he was asleep or when he was about to wake up, he would always make some soft hums.

Qiu Zhiruo sat quietly by the side and waited for Yu to wake up. Not long after, Yu Qing opened his eyes in a daze. When he saw the person beside the couch, his head tilted slightly, and he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of his own distress.

His body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, his snowy cheeks were puffed with powder, and his fingers that hurriedly pulled the brocade quilt were limp.

No one could have imagined that he squeezed out these things with this hand just now.

Yu Qing had already pulled up the inner garment, and the snow-white collarbone was tightly covered, but unfortunately Qiu Zhiruo saw that he was still spilling out, a small piece of his chest was moistened, and a small shape was outlined.

Yu Qing, who had just woken up, was still a little confused about the situation. Qiu Zhiruo firmly grasped his wrist to feel the pulse, pondered for a moment, his complexion changed slightly, and he looked up at the prince in disbelief.

The little prince was still in a daze of not waking up, Qiu Zhiruo's thin lips were stretched into a dangerous arc.

"What's your expression? Could it be that you've got some terminal illness?"

"Your Highness."

Qiu Zhiruo wasn't in the mood to joke with the prince, he moved his eyes to the abdomen covered by brocade, "You are pregnant."

The only bit of drowsiness dissipated, Yu Qing opened his lips slightly, and then closed them silently, his expression was full of astonishment and absurdity, and there was even a hint of anger.

Can this kind of thing be used as a joke?

"How is it possible, Gu is a man!"

How could he be pregnant?

But Qiu Zhiruo's face was solemn, his expression was so serious that it didn't seem fake, Yu Qing rarely saw him showing such a solemn expression, they looked at each other, Qiu Zhiruo approached and tore off his underwear, a faint milky fragrance filled All around, the breath is too sweet and greasy.

It was only then that Yu Qing realized that his body was abnormal. Xie Xuanying managed to help him stop at one place before, but now he came to the second place. He didn't understand what was wrong with him.

When he was panicking, he was suddenly hugged into his arms, Qiu Zhiruo hugged him from behind, with one hand in front of his lower abdomen and the other in front of his collarbone.This is a very domineering hug posture, and it is also a difficult posture to get rid of.

Qiu Zhiruo asked calmly, "Whose is it?"

"..."

"I didn't!" Yu Qing said aggrievedly, even he himself couldn't figure out what was going on.He raised his wrist a little, "I really don't, Uncle, you can help me look again."

His panic did not seem to be fake, his small face was terrified, he forgot to call himself, Qiu Zhiruo watched him for a moment, and felt his pulse again.

"Your Highness, you are indeed pregnant."

"……how is this possible!"

How could he be pregnant?Even if a man can really conceive, but he obviously doesn't look like that, can saliva also make a person pregnant?

When Yu Qing was upset, Qiu Zhiruo quietly asked again: "Whose is it?"

If Qiu Zhi didn't think about the weirdness of things, such as the inability of men to conceive, he wouldn't care about these, he only cared about who the child belonged to.

His cold and aloof face seemed to be frozen by frost, revealing a sharp chill, and the tight jaw line just showed that he was not in a peaceful mood, but was trying his best to endure an emotion that was about to explode.

He waited quietly for an answer. In a short period of time, he had already made many plans.

When he knew who the child belonged to, he would kill that wild man. No, simple death is too cheap. He would cut this wild man into five horses and experience all the tortures in the world.

But he still didn't get the answer, and instead received the bad news of a bolt from the blue.

The little prince in his arms seemed to give up struggling, with a slumped face, he lifted his clothes and stared at his belly, it was hard to imagine that a little life was being conceived inside.

He lowered his head and said, "I don't know who it is."

Chou Zhiruo said in a daze, "I don't know?"

How can you not know?

Qiu Zhiruo was suddenly at a loss, his normally sober mind was in a mess at the moment.

That's right, the prince shouldn't know, the prince has done all sorts of bastard things, even the prince who dares to sleep with the hostess of other countries, what a few more romantic affairs are worth it?

It's just a one-night romantic pastime, not even a pet, so it doesn't deserve to be remembered by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Very reasonable.However, Qiu Zhiruo couldn't suppress the boiling anger in his heart, his whole body seemed to be soaked in flaming magma, his internal organs were rolling with scorching heat waves, making him want to smash everything around him.

How did that happen?How can you not know who the child's father is?So what should he do, who should he turn to to vent his anger?Who should he attack?

The handsome and elegant face was in a dull daze, Qiu Zhiruo lowered his head in a daze, and stretched out his hands to cover Yu Qing's lower abdomen. The place was as warm and soft as before, but there was a child of some wild man inside.

The father is unknown, and I am afraid that even the time is also unknown.

Before he knew it, how many men had the prince slept with? !

Qiu Zhiruo's heart was still turbulent, but he dared not use force with his hand touching the little prince's belly, for fear of hurting the fetus in the womb.

Yu Qing leaned against Chou Zhiruo, feeling very depressed in his heart. Suddenly, he felt a weird itching, as if thousands of insects and ants were gnawing at one place, biting that small piece of soft meat until it was so rotten and numb, it was unbearable .

"Uncle, uncle!" The strange reactions one after another finally made the little prince feel scared, he grabbed Qiu Zhiruo's wrist in a panic, "I'm so itchy..."

"itch?"

Yu Qing raised her knees together, and her toes curled up a little due to excessive force, but they also made each toe more round and lovely.

He didn't know that this was a special reaction of the medicine, and he didn't know that the man's reaction would be more intense and more ferocious.

His snow-white face was gradually flushed, because of the itching from the drug reaction, his calves were stretched, his heels could not stop rubbing against the bedding, and he begged in a trembling voice: "Uncle, uncle."

At this time, I knew how to call my uncle.

Qiu Zhiruo looked down at the little prince. The little prince was trying to turn around. The underwear he had just tied was opened obliquely. With a natural pinkness, it adds a bit of coquettishness.

At this moment, this little suet-like hand is squeezing himself anxiously, and the fragrance of milk in the air is getting stronger and stronger, which makes people unable to restrain themselves.

"Who else knows that you are abnormal here?"

Qiu Zhiruo's tone was very light, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the unconscious Xie Xuanying beside the couch, obviously meaning something.

The little prince blushed and shook his head: "Only uncle knows."

Only he knows.

Only he knows this secret and intimate matter, and he seems to have established a special bond with Yu Qing through this secret, becoming the most unique person.

But soon, the little prince raised his body again, turned around uneasily, and pointed to another abnormality: "Xie Xuanying only knows this, and he helped me...but now there is another one."

With that said, I felt wronged again.

No matter how depressed and angry he was, Qiu Zhiruo suppressed the churning emotions and held Yu Qing in his arms, giving him a sense of security.

"Qingqing, don't use them in the future."

Qiu Zhiruo's voice was low, with an undeniable strength, "If you like, uncle can help you and accompany you. Those are unclean and unworthy."

As he said that, he really took action and told the prince with practical actions that he could indeed help.

Yu Qing blushed several times, and sat on the man with his knees apart, his head resting on his broad shoulders, his back was patted comfortingly, and his mouth was full of vague words.

Soon he found that he had been cheated, and Qiu Zhiruo's help not only did not make the situation better, but intensified, he could hear a very loud voice, his face became more red from anger, and his eye sockets also became red.

"You lie to Gu, you don't know how to do it at all!"

"The minister is learning."

In just an instant, their identities changed from the closest relatives to the cold monarchs and ministers. Qiu Zhiruo had a correct attitude, and his expression was as cold and solemn as in the early dynasty.

——The premise is to ignore the light yellow that he accidentally rubbed against his eyebrows and eyes, as well as the over-presence sliding sound between his throats.

Qiu Zhiruo has confirmed countless times just now that Yu Qing's pulse condition is stable, and the fetal condition is also very stable, it doesn't matter if it is a little too much.

He has measure.

With his movements, the phalanges on the back of his hand gradually emerged, and the blue veins stretched out, showing a strong sense of strength everywhere.

Yu Qing opened his eyes wide, and subconsciously tried to protect his belly. This was completely his instinctive behavior. When he lowered his head, his mouth opened wide, and the saliva flowed down his neck. .

Qiu Zhiruo seemed to want to vent his anger with this kiss.A strong kiss was sent into his lips, and the thick tongue forcefully licked the wet mouth, exchanging a deep kiss with the little prince's own taste.

Yu Qing's face was full of tears, and she screamed intermittently, and would make a humming sound after being kissed deeply, but it made Qiu Zhiruo even more mad.

The tender tongue was vigorously stirred and sucked into the mouth, every tender meat in the mouth was not spared, excess saliva overflowed from the corners of the lips, Yu Qing seemed to be suffocating, and the whole little face became drenched.

The little prince was covering his belly as if protecting something. He couldn't stand this crazy kiss, and with the other hand he slapped the man's back vigorously, scratching his nails.

Qiu Zhiruo seemed dissatisfied with his struggle, so he simply picked him up and sat in his arms and kissed him. He was firmly pinned in his arms, which also made their kiss reach an indescribable depth.

The tip of her tongue almost reached her throat, Yu Qing retched, she shrugged her shoulders to run, to avoid the kiss, but she was pressed back into her arms, and she held her lips softly, rubbed and bit them.

Yu Qing was crying all the time, trembling all over from crying, and the sound of crying was intermittent, revealing a pitiful energy that aroused pity.

He cried convulsively, and was afraid of yelling too loudly, which would wake up Xie Xuanying who was lying on the couch. He was too patient, part of his black hair stuck to the corners of his lips, and he couldn't even vomit.

At this time, Xie Xuanying, who had been unconscious for a long time beside the couch, woke up groggy.

At the same moment, Yu Qing also took the initiative to hold Qiu Zhiruo tightly, like a drowning man grasping the last reliance, firmly sending himself into the other's arms, and raised his head to catch the kiss.

Just now this kiss consumed most of Chou Zhiruo's strength, Qingjun's face was sickly red, he panted heavily, stroked the smooth back of the little prince, and comforted him.

Even if the little prince drooled a bit, he didn't mean to dislike him.

He witnessed three thin pale yellow pillars splashing out as if admiring the beautiful scenery, while the little prince still seemed to be in the aftermath of fear, his shoulders trembling, biting his fingers and crying, while protecting his soft belly.

Chou Zhiruo was still dissatisfied, and held the little prince tightly in his arms. Now they are the closest existence in the world, no one is closer than them.

"Your Highness," he said, "whoever this child belonged to before, but now—"

"The child will only be mine."