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Wei Liao obviously knew what was going on in his mind, he glanced at Fu Xiru's face that still refused to relax, and still smiled: "Why, you still annoy me?"

He was ill, so Fu Xiru naturally didn't want to argue with him, so he also sighed, and slowly let go of the anger that he didn't know where it came from.

Wei Liao raised his other hand, touched the scar on his face, and seemed very happy: "This makes you more attractive."

It was a strange remark, Fu Xiru glanced at him and didn't speak.In fact, Wei Liao was the only one who showed an unusual interest in Fu Xiru's scar, and even wished he could slash his face twice.Fu Xiru believed that what he said was the truth, but because it was the truth, people couldn't respond.

The tip of Wei Liao's tongue still had that bitter, sour taste that made people flinch. After thinking for a while, he grabbed Fu Xiru's chin and bit his pursed lips. A flower bloomed silently between the lips and teeth of the two.

He was still sick and had little strength, but he tried his best. Fu Xiru didn't expect it for a moment, and a bitter aftertaste exploded in his mouth.In fact, he was the one who was afraid of taking medicine and thus getting sick. Wei Liao knew this, and remembering the revenge he had for taking the candied fruit just now, he insisted on revenge.

Subconsciously, Fu Xi hugged Wei Liao's thin waist, stabilizing his sudden pounce.With hot palms on his back, Wei Liao trembled slightly, acquiescing to his support, grabbing Fu Xi's hand under his chin and wrapping his arms around his neck. Take time to see Fu Xiru's expression.

He was a little helpless, but his lips and teeth were gentle, and he had no choice but to bend over to accommodate his downward trend. His eyes were dark, soft, and cold, but more than helpless and gentle, More complex and inarticulate emotions.

Wei Liao closed his eyes willingly. He was still sick, so of course he could continue to be infinitely weak with confidence.

Fu Xiru was very used to this kind of approach, and when he let out a comfortable snort, he separated, put him back on the imperial couch, stretched out his hand to brush away the messy hair on Wei Liao's face, and watched him lazily open his eyes. , Stretched out a hand from under the quilt to hook his hand: "Come up."

His hair was as black as a crow's feather and as dense as running water. He spread it out on the pillow, but his expression was domineering. He didn't show weakness due to illness, and he commanded Fu Xiru very skillfully.The lamp was lit in the hall, but the bed curtain was still very dark. The warm incense smelled slightly bitter, which was different from Wei Liao. It gave way inside, just to leave a place for him on the imperial couch.

There was no need to say anything, let alone refuse, Fu Xiru obeyed.

When he took off his outer robe, the shadow was projected on the curtain behind Wei Liao, thin and deep, far less healthy and pleasing than he looks, Wei Liao is actually not seriously ill at all, his mind is clear, and his body is not too bad Fatigue, just laziness, naturally he wouldn't force himself to put on a mask, lie lazily on the bed and watch Fu Xiru uncover a corner of the brocade quilt, and lie down too.

His movements have always been soothing and beautiful, Wei Liao lowered his eyelashes, and thought to himself when he leaned over, he had never seen him look bad, although there are the world's best rules and beauties in the palace, but compared to Fu Xiru Said, it's still not good, in recent years, he has never seen anyone who does not disagree with his words and deeds.

This might not be anyone else's fault, but related to Fu Xiru.

There was a high table next to the bed, and on it was a pot of snow-white narcissus, with yellow pistils and clear hair, and the faint fragrance carried the warmth of the palace. As soon as Wei Liao came into Fu Xiru's arms, he felt his whole body was scalded, warm Stretched out, the mind is about to fall into the abyss of falling asleep immediately, whispering vaguely: "It's a bit cold."

Fu Xiru hugged him silently, and slowly moved his palm behind his back, from the side of his waist to his neck, and even rubbed the roots of his hair twice.

Wei Liao's expression was relaxed, the young man could always make people read the gloomy and desolate face, which rarely showed the innocence and relaxation of a young man, after a while, he lifted his thick eyelashes and looked at him: "You are so hot. "

These words sounded like a baby, Fu Xiru's movements froze, he didn't speak, and he was still stroking his back.Wei Liao stretched out his hand and touched his other hand in the darkness and warmth under the quilt, his fingers squeezed into his, and finally entangled tightly.

He seemed too friendly, but when Wei Liao took a sniff in his arms, he could still smell the smell of rust and ice and snow. He sighed silently, and asked in a low voice, "Do you hate me?"

In fact, Wei Liao had already asked this question once, but Fu Xiru didn't answer.Back then he asked if Qing hated me, this time he asked if you hated me, although the meaning is the same, but they cannot be confused.The only thing that didn't change was that Fu Xiru turned a deaf ear and kept silent.

This meant that Wei Liao already had the answer in his heart, and he didn't ask any further questions. The illness made him feel weak all over, with intermittent hot and cold, and he didn't have the energy to continuously test Fu Xiru's deep and invisible thoughts.

Besides, not being able to tell the truth made him feel disgusted and slightly annoyed, so he simply turned his back on Fu Xiru, bowed his body and closed his eyes, preparing to go to sleep.

Fu Xiru was forced to look at his back with complicated eyes.Wei Liao has always slept like this, no one knows why he can't even stretch and relax in his dreams, he is always arched, holding a corner of the quilt in his arms, no matter what he can't change it.

He had just touched the familiar yet unfamiliar body, and he had no choice but to keep silent, not to mention that Wei Liao was angry with him in a familiar way, so he couldn't speak anymore.He can't go against his will on some issues, if he answers that I don't hate you, then Wei Liao and he both know it's false, what if he says hate?

How will tonight end?

When Wei Liao leaned into his arms, it seemed that everything had returned to normal. From one late night back to another late night, it was also the winter that was about to pass, and Wei Liao was also bedridden with illness, impatiently waiting for the superficial summons , waiting for Fu Xiru to come over.

The ambergris on his body also had other smells, sweetness in the bitterness, and invisible tentacles in the fragrance, which gripped Fu Xiru's shoulders, forcing him to bend down, and also forced him to follow at this moment, sticking to Wei. The curvature of Liao's back hugged him into his arms, gently fitting Wei Liao's curve.

Wei Liao was slightly startled, and this movement made people read his surprise.

He didn't look back, and even with Fu Xiru behind him, more enthusiasm and intimacy would be conveyed continuously.

Fu Xiru knew that there was no reason for her soft-heartedness.In fact, Wei Liao has never been short of anything. He was born in a deep palace, and he is good at being loved. He has never been unable to get what he wants, and he has never been injured or hurt. It is a waste to feel sorry for him.

The so-called suffering is mostly related to the whole world, and a person's loneliness is nothing compared to it. Wei Liaozhi's self-willedness and viciousness are not only reflected in his indifference to the goal he wants to achieve, but also in some innocent people. He insisted on doing unnecessary things.

For example, the death of King Yiyang and the relegation of Fu Xiru, although they are not the same thing and have nothing to do with each other, they reveal the same quality in Wei Liao.Probably those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish.

This temperament is not too bad for the emperor, but Wei Liao did not consciously give up other things because of his highest status in the world.

If you want to have, you must first lose, but he is not willing.It can't be said that he is attached to something, but he still refuses to let go, unwilling to become a blameless and ruthless monarch.He doesn't pay much attention to thrones, crowns, halls and towers, and all symbols related to the majesty of the monarch are desecrated by him instead. He is not afraid to mention what happened in Hanyuan Hall, and he doesn't care about being inferior.

Many times Fu Xiru leaned over to hug him like this, Wei Liao either lazily hugged his neck and left a wet kiss on his face, or turned his back to him, panted and closed his eyes, hair roots Wet, the whole person is stretched and soft.

He wiped the wet thighs, and embraced his soft body that completely trusted him. He also stayed on the imperial couch countless times. When he opened his eyes at night, Wei Liao breathed slowly and slowly, leaning on his chest, with one hand curled up. On his chest, intertwined with his hands.

But that meaning was different from tonight. Fu Xiru couldn't help but taste more than bitterness, and couldn't help but be absorbed by more details. Wei Liao didn't move, but none of them fell asleep, and Geng Le's voice was very soft, Breathing is louder than that.

Wei Liao opened his eyes and looked at the undulating shadow on the tent in front of him, but he couldn't distinguish himself and Fu Xiru from it, and it took a while to realize that their figures had merged together.Fu Xiru's hand was covering his aching abdomen, which was very comfortable, but because of years of unfamiliarity, he had to arouse panic like dust and smoke.

It seemed that the touch would eventually disappear.

Wei Liao had more ailments caused by sleep, and stomach pain was just one of them. He was unwilling to seek medical treatment when he was sick, half of which was the disgust that had persisted since he was a teenager, and half was because there were not many things imperial doctors could do for stomach pain. , all of which are useless words.

"Take care of your dragon body and rest more", isn't this all nonsense?He really wanted to sleep peacefully, but unfortunately neither benzoin nor soothing soup had much effect, and the smell and taste were both annoying, and it took all his patience to use it a few times, so he would rather let it go like this.

In the past few years, he could only get a few hours of peaceful sleep in exchange for being happy with others, but this also made him very impatient.

He quietly tore off the skirt of his pajamas, held Fu Xiru's hand against his smooth skin, closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

Fu Xiru rubbed his stomach slowly a few times, rubbing his rough fingertips against the taut flesh, exerting a little force, Wei Liao bit his mouth to sigh and moan, and even the back of his neck followed. Stretched, the whole body is like a bow.

Fu Xiru, who was holding a bow, approached behind his ear, and rubbed his belly again: "Does it hurt here?"

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Wei Liao: It hurts QAQ, can you lick it for me?