Chapter 2271 The White Moonlight on the Heart of the Tyrant (59)

Under the quiet gaze of Mr. Xueyi, the young man seemed very righteous, "I will sleep here tonight."

After a pause, he added another sentence: "You accompany me."

Ranbai smiled lightly, "Insomnia?"

Chu Huai buried his face in the quilt, Weng Liweng hummed angrily, his words were nasal and slightly hoarse, "I'm bored to death every day."

If it weren't for the clean and pleasant scent of herbs on this person's body that soothes the nerves, he would never have come here.

absolute!

"Take a good rest." Ranbai sighed softly, his voice was like a fallen leaf returning to its roots.

She looked at the young man who was skillfully rolling up the quilt, as if wrapping himself up like a silkworm baby, and felt a little funny.

She did smile too.

"What are you laughing at?" Chu Huai glared at her, his slender and beautiful Danfeng eyes narrowed in dissatisfaction, "What's so funny?"

"Yeah." Ranbai nodded seriously, lowering her eyes indifferently, "It's not funny."

The young man clicked his tongue softly. He supported his body with one hand and straightened up. Those long and straight legs were arrogantly and loosely placed on the table next to him, revealing a pair of sharp colored ankles overlapping.

His pair of red phoenix eyes are very beautiful, always with a hint of intoxication, but he was overwhelmed by the wickedness between his brows and eyes. At this moment, his eyes are looking at her like a clear mist, and it is easy for people to think of the words clean and clear.

It's a pity that these four words don't match the character of this young emperor who would kill people when he was upset.

"Yu Bai." He called out.

"What?" Ranbai's voice was light.

A nasty smile appeared on the corner of the young man's lips, he suddenly moved closer, his brows were slightly pressed, and he looked at her with crystal clear eyes, his voice was also lowered: "You...are you happy..."

Before Chu Huai could finish asking, Ranbai had already pushed the person over, expressionless, "Quiet. Sleep."

Chu Huai sneered, but did not continue the topic. He turned sideways, looked at the person lying next to him, and blinked his long eyelashes lightly.

The candles in the guest room had been extinguished, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness, with a blind spot of vision.

Borrowing the thin moonlight outside the window, Chu Huai's dark eyes, like deep ink, reflected his white face.

The pale silver moonlight poured down like a thin veil, falling between the young man's eyebrows and eyes, and the usually cold eyebrows and eyes were softened by the moonlight.

"Yu Bai."

He lay there, making noise.

Dyebai hummed lightly.

Chu Huai smiled: "Who are you?"

blurted out words,

Let the atmosphere condense for a second.

Ranbai glanced at the young emperor calmly, and spoke quietly, answering in a very official, flat tone, without any emotion.

"Your Majesty's servant," she replied.

Hearing this obviously perfunctory answer, Chu Huai sneered lazily, and his eyes, as cold as dark ink, were obviously disbelieving.

"A real courtier dares to offend the superior and deceive the emperor?" The young man looked sideways and his voice was very weak.

Ranbai didn't speak.

"I allow you to do this, but I won't shoot you. The fact that you are by my side intact is enough to prove that you are different from others." Chu Huai laughed at himself, his smile somewhat ironic.

His dark eyes seemed to be flickering with light and shadow, and he was too calm and calm, "You are very smart."

"You should know this better than anyone else."

"Your Majesty..." Ranbai raised his hand and touched the center of his eyebrows, then spoke softly.

Just uttering one word, the young emperor interrupted, "Don't you like to call me Ah Huai?"

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