Chapter 2278 The White Moonlight on the Heart of the Tyrant (66)

She said softly, "Then listen, Ah Huai, you have a home now."

"—I'm here, it's your home."

The young man didn't blink, just stared at Ranbai, as if he could see directly into the depths of a person's heart.

Ranbai smiled lightly, feeling that what he did was a bit boring, and he might not be able to remember what he said to a really drunk person.

She helped the boy back to the bedroom.

Looking at the figure of Mr. Xueyi, the guard guarding the gate was no stranger to this kind of thing, and he was so used to opening the door sideways to let Ranbai in.

Feng Luo couldn't imagine how many times it took for the guards to get used to it being so natural.

When Chu Huai woke up the next day, he felt a splitting headache and dizziness.

He hissed lightly, pressing his white fingers between his brows.

"Are you awake?" The door was pushed open, and a beautiful snow-colored figure walked in. The figure seemed to be coming against the light, and the clear and handsome face was slightly blurred by the light, but unexpectedly brought an inexplicable surprise.

Chu Huai was slightly startled.

When Ranbai walked in, she spoke in a low voice, her cold voice was filled with warmth, "This is hangover soup, you can drink it, it will make you feel better."

The slender boy blinked lightly, took the hangover soup from Mr. Xueyi's hand, and drank it down in one gulp. Looking back on what happened last night, I can only imagine a blank.

Chu Huai: "..."

No.

He didn't want him to like someone for the first time in his life, and a night together would be a blank ending.

This does not meet the sense of ritual he wants.

Ranbai sat next to him, lowered her eyes and said helplessly: "I asked you to drink less and drink less last night, but you didn't listen. It's all right now, and you are the one who suffers."

"I didn't!" Chu Huai retorted blankly, "I don't feel bad."

Ranbai raised her eyebrows, looking at him leisurely.

Under the eyes of Mr. Xueyi, Chu Huai was silent for a few seconds, then leaned closer and asked: "That...yesterday, um...we, don't we, how should I put it..."

Seeing the boy's tangled appearance, Dianbai felt a little funny, she stretched out her hand and pinched the boy's soft and fair cheeks, "I didn't do anything, don't worry."

Chu Huai: "Oh."

Hearing the expected answer, Chu Huai couldn't tell if he was disappointed or what.

"What is this?" Looking at the documents stuffed into his arms, Chu Huai twitched his delicate eyebrows, and looked up at Ranbai.

"Birthday gift." Ranbai stretched her face,

"Didn't you say I'm a gift? So this is my second gift to you."

The young emperor flipped through a few pages with his fair fingers, his fingertips paused slightly.

"I have read all the memorials from last time." Ranbai said calmly: "You have evidence in your hand to prove that the prime minister was corrupt. I don't know why you haven't done anything, but now I tell you clearly, I don't want anything except you."

"These are more detailed evidence about the prime minister. How about it, do you like it?"

"Who would give someone such a bloody thing as a gift." Chu Huai's eyes were slightly sore, he mumbled lazily in a low voice, paused, and said in a very arrogant and awkward way: "But... Of course I like it."

"Does the headache feel better? Drink less wine in the future." Ranbai's cold and sparkling eyes curved softly, "Hurry up and wash up, and have breakfast."

Chu Huai let out a cry.

In fact, Ranbai felt that she should be warmer at this time. For example, she held a bowl of steaming porridge and said affectionately to Chu Huai that she should stop being virtuous in a soft voice. Say something like this I cooked it myself, I hope you like it.

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