Chapter 350 Song Zhao Kissed Si Yu

The army tents were dimly lit.

Si Yu leaned on the official hat chair, resting his chin with one hand, bowed his head and fell asleep.

He was wearing a snow-white uniform with cloud patterns embroidered on the neckline and the edge of the sleeve robe, and his black hair was tied up by a jade crown.

From Song Zhao's perspective, he could see a section of fair neck, outlining a dazzling arc.

Song Zhao came to him lightly.

As he got closer, he could see a row of blue-gray shadows under Si Yu's eyes.

In front of him, there are many military ledgers, presumably he is very busy.

Song Zhao flipped through it casually, and saw that the top ones were sketches of the new weapons launched by the Baili family.

It turns out that the minister of power has been busy with this matter for the past half month.

Song Zhao stared at his eyebrows seriously, and lightly placed his finger on Si Yu's brow that was frowned even in sleep, and murmured absentmindedly, "You are working so hard, why don't you come to me for help."

Si Yu frowned slightly, but there was no response.

Song Zhao's hand was reluctant to take it back.

It was the first time for her to look at him so seriously.

The man I like is good-looking no matter how I look at it.

She sat across from him, resting her chin on her arm, staring at him quietly.

The man's bones are outstanding, his jaw line is smooth and firm, and the protruding Adam's apple in his throat seems to have rolled slightly, adding a bit of sexy temptation.

Song Zhao's fingertips caressed his brow bone, and then along the bridge of his nose to the corner of his lips.

She leaned over cautiously, kissed the tip of his nose tentatively, and muttered softly, "Anyway, you will be mine sooner or later."

Seeing that Si Yu didn't move, he boldly kissed the corner of his lips lightly.

Song Zhao thought it would be good to leave as soon as he touched it, but the other party slowly opened his eyes at this moment.

Those deep and gloomy eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of hazy mist. When looking at her, the mist tended to cast a net, enveloping her domineeringly, as if she was the only one in the world.

Before Song Zhao recovered his senses, he suddenly pinned the back of his head, raised his chin high, and crushed his hot thin lips forcefully.

Song Zhao felt that the breath in his chest was becoming less and less, his body fell down uncontrollably, and he was hugged tightly again, and his hands unconsciously hugged Si Yu's neck.

He suddenly loosened his lips and teeth, and his thin lips were still pressed against the corners of her red and swollen lips. His dark eyes showed restraint and forbearance, and his voice was hoarse.

"...what are you doing to me?"

Song Zhao, "?"

Her cheeks were as red as dripping blood, she bounced away from him, stroked her tingling lips, and faltered, "I, I just kissed you lightly, and you—"

He tilted his head lazily, "...to take advantage of brother?"

The Lord Power Minister's eyes were filled with extremely unscrupulous deep meaning, like a deep sea, ebb and flow on a moonlit night, so dark that one could not see the bottom at a glance.