Chapter 511 Breaking Through the Cloud Sleeve 6

Song Zhao saw the faint trembling arc at the corner of Si Yu's mouth, and his heart skipped a beat.

Your Majesty is so sad that you want to cry?

It seems that the betrayal of his cronies has dealt him quite a blow.

The hands that were clasped together were released, and Song Zhao was no longer nervous, his eyes were pure and clean, and his voice was very soft, "Well... if you feel uncomfortable, just squeak."

Si Yu's thin eyelids drooped.

His gaze flicked to Song Zhao.

The little girl who had washed herself was wearing a plain white tunic, her black hair was draped behind her shoulders, her cheeks were soft and tender, like budding flowers on the branches.

And he also knew very clearly that her body was too delicate and soft.

At this time, the dog had to cheep.

Si Yu's thin eyelids twitched a few times, revealing an intoxicating blood.

"Hey." He snorted out of his nose, lowered his head dejectedly,

The eyelashes cast shadows under the lids like blooming black wings, outlining a thick darkness.

"..."

When did the powerful minister have such a sad and uncomfortable look?

It's just that the betrayal of a cronies is so sad.

Then in the previous life, not only the cronies betrayed, but all the soldiers died for him.

At that time, he must have suffered even more.

Song Zhao felt sorry for him, so he couldn't help but take a few small steps forward and came to him.

Si Yu frowned slightly, and his extremely long eyelashes trembled in his drooping eyes, extremely melancholy, "Today's incident really hit me too hard."

Song Zhao raised his hand, passed through the man's arm, landed on the back of his shoulder, and patted him comfortingly.

"When I was injured when I was young..." Song Zhao pursed his lips and said clumsily, "Big Brother... Eldest Brother comforted me in this way, he said, pat it, and the pain will fly away... I want to come , so is sadness."

It was only later that she got hurt again and again, and no one would pat her like this again.

Song Zhao has been away from the mortal world for too long, and the only way to comfort people that he can think of in his memory is to find this way from fragmentary fragments.

Si Yu's eyes were deep.

The girl's body was fragrant and soft, so she took the initiative to hug her.

He suddenly leaned over and put his arms around Song Zhao's waist.

His eyes were dim, and at an angle Song Zhao couldn't see, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "I'm a little sad today, maybe I need to take more shots..."

Song Zhao rested his chin on his shoulder and patiently patted him a few more times.

The wrists from the clap were sore, and she thought it was appropriate, so she let go and yawned, "Sleep, sleep, the sadness will be gone."

She rubbed her eyes and climbed onto the bed, found her quilt, curled up in it, and lay down obediently.

Si Yu lay quietly beside her, looking at her sadly.

"I want to sleep with you tonight."

Song Zhao, "..."

"I can't sleep alone, I want to be closer to you and feel safe."

Si Yu stared at her with a melancholy, hoarse voice, and a very low voice, filled with a trace of grievance and helplessness.

Mr. Quan Chen is such a noble, graceful and domineering man, at this time, pinching the tip of the pink floral quilt on Song Zhao's body like a willow supporting the wind, he tentatively made a small mouth,

He whispered, "Can I... can I come in?"

Such a cautious appearance made her feel distressed.

Song Zhao, "OK."

Si Yu quickly slid into the gap like a loach.

The fragrance in the pink quilt is full of fragrance, which is the smell of A Zhao.

Si Yu is used to hearing it these days, and he feels comfortable physically and mentally, and he can't live without it.

Si Yu propped his head, sniffed deeply nostalgicly, and leaned in calmly.

The bed was warm, Song Zhao quickly stuck to the corner of the wall, and muffled, "How do I feel... you don't seem very sad?"

Wouldn't it be to take advantage of the opportunity?

Si Yu lowered his eyes, "It must be because I don't want you to worry, the suppression is not obvious enough."

"..."

But your expressive skills are quite good.

It's not the first time to sleep under the same quilt, as long as they have nothing to do with each other,

Song Zhao closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

The candles go out.

The room was plunged into darkness for an instant.

After a while, the man breathed and leaned over, "Zhao Zhao~"

Song Zhao responded lightly.

"I want to hold hands."

Before Song Zhao could respond, he felt the man next to her move closer to her, and his arm tentatively rubbed against her hand and held it.

In the darkness, the smile on the corner of Si Yu's mouth gradually changed, and he slowly intertwined his fingers with her, "I feel like this, I feel much better."

"..."

Song Zhao sighed.

I thought I would give in to the powerful minister today... Anyway, it's not the first time holding hands.

Thinking of this, Si Yu immediately said again, "Can you hug me again."

Song Zhao, "...are you finished?"

"Just give me a hug..."

Si Yu frowned, and murmured, "I'm uncomfortable...you just need to coax me."

Song Zhao didn't move.

"To coax..." He was even more aggrieved

"..."

"Coax me..."

"All right, all right, I'll coax you!"

Song Zhao pinched his eyebrows.

The whole person turned around, hugged the man beside him numbly with his small face, rested his chin on his shoulder, and smelled the pleasant scent of aloes on his body.

Si Yu successfully hooked his lips,

When Song Zhao was about to let go, he quickly put his arms around her waist to keep her from moving.

The man's warm breath sprinkled on her neck, itching.

Song Zhao was stunned for a while, then said, "...Didn't you say that it only takes a while?"

"One shot is enough..." Si Yu seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and provocative laughter came out of his throat, "It takes a lot of blows... Brother, it's so easy to be satisfied."

Song Zhao was silent.

She paused and said angrily, "You're not sad at all, are you?"

Si Yu smiled lowly, even his chest trembled slightly, and said lazily, "The chief minister of Zhaoyang County is sad, and I dare not not be sad."

"..." Song Zhao suddenly felt that he had been tricked, and immediately kicked him out angrily.

Not so Si Yu.

He shamelessly raised his long legs, pressed them down through the quilt, and easily locked her in his circle of space.

"A Zhaozhao, why are you so cute..." The man lowered his head and rubbed her head lightly, his voice was low and provocative, "I like brother to death!"

The hand landed on the girl's slender waist, and the delicate feeling could be felt even through the clothes. I don't know how ecstasy it would be to play with it.

"You are necrotic...I will never coax you again." Song Zhao was furious.

Seeing the hair of the little girl in his arms bursting with anger, he said in a low voice,

"I really didn't feel sad because of Yunxiu's betrayal, I am such a cold-blooded person in my bones.

Not just Yunxiu, even if everyone betrays me, I won't feel anything..."

Song Zhao opened his eyes wide and looked at him.

"But you want to hug me..."

He squeezed her fingertips to play with, and said lazily, "I just thought, it's not impossible to be sad."

The world is dark and unpredictable.

As early as when his father and queen mother passed away, he had seen through it.

He never asks anyone to be loyal to him, because he himself is not a pure minister...

As long as he knows that Song Zhao will always be by his side and treat him well, nothing else matters.

Everything in the world is suffering, but she is his salvation.