Chapter 654 Song Zhaosiyu's Life and Death Are Uncertain [End]

The night was silent.

Si Yu lay on the outside, facing the west window, unable to sleep for a long time because of his anger.

Fu Nanqian talked nonsense with the prince, but Song Azhao really believed it!

Still question him!

Will he?

If it wasn't for his inappropriate status, Si Yu would really like to try his best to let Ah Zhao try!

When he was depressed, there was a slight breathing sound behind him.

Si Yu turned around angrily, facing the back of Song Zhaoyuan's head.

Don't sleep too soundly for the culprit who makes him so angry that he can't sleep!

Si Yu directly pulled Song Zhao over, facing him.

The little girl closed her eyes, her eyelashes drooping obediently,

Drops a small black shadow on the face.

As if she felt that her posture was broken and uncomfortable, she moved her body, turned one leg across, and split between Si Yu's waist and abdomen.

Si Yu started from his heart.

He turned over and sat up, held her feet in his hands, and stroked the soles of her feet with his fingertips.

Song Zhao is ticklish.

He shook his feet in an instant, and woke up from his sleep in an instant.

She kicked her legs excitedly, and retracted her feet with a big laugh.

Si Yu had an innocent face, "Is it itchy?"

"What are you tickling me for!?" Song Zhaoyuan looked at Si Yu angrily.

"I can not sleep."

Song Zhao yawned, slowly retracted his feet into the bed, nodded his chin and said sleepily, "Then sleep hard, close your eyes for a while and fall asleep, I will show you."

Si Yu, "..."

Seeing that he was about to fall asleep again, he scratched Song Zhao's creaking nest maliciously.

Song Zhao had no choice but to open his eyes again, out of anger, "What do you want to do tonight?"

Si Yu looked at her expressionlessly, "You."

Song Zhao was stunned.

The man's eyes were dark and dangerous, as if beating hot flames.

Song Zhao picked up the quilt nervously, and stared at him as if facing a formidable enemy.

"I don't accept that fast..."

Si Yu continued, "You hold the lamp for me, I want to take a bath."

Song Zhao heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, she was speechless, "If you want to take a bath, you can take a bath. It's not that you don't have long hands, you've always held the lamp by yourself."

Si Yu said without changing his face, "It's so dark, I'm afraid."

Song Zhao, "..."

After a moment of stalemate, she held a lamp with you helplessly, and accompanied Si Yu to the ear room.

Si Yu asked her to wait for him at the door.

Song Zhao waited obediently.

After a while, Si Yu called her from inside.

Song Zhao gently pushed the door open and went in. The bathtub was placed behind the screen, and the figure of the man was reflected on it.

Si Yu asked Song Zhao to bring him the saponins.

Song Zhao took the saponins and found Si Yu standing beside the bathtub with his shirt on and only a pair of underpants.

Song Zhao quickly averted his gaze, handed the saponins to him calmly, and turned to leave.

Si Yu sat in the tub and said, "Rub my back."

Song Zhao was startled.

"I, give you a back rub?"

"Don't want to?"

"Not really." Song Zhao paused, considered his words, and said awkwardly, "I just feel a little shy〃〃"

Si Yu said without changing his face, "You have to get used to it."

What are you used to?

Are you used to looking at the white body of the powerful minister?

Song Zhao choked.

She closed her eyes, still took the handkerchief, stood behind Si Yu and rubbed his back.

The man's body is very hard, with honey-colored skin, clear texture, a strong sense of strength in the back, and a good hand feel.

In the words of the modern world, it is the most perfect latissimus dorsi.

The ridge groove is deep like a canyon, the muscles on both sides are turned up, the upper back is super wide, the lower back seems to be connected to the waist, the muscles are prominent, and the lines are graceful and lustful.

Song Zhao seemed to be touching a work of art, rubbing it harder and harder.

Si Yu turned around, the sound of water stirring.

Before Song Zhao could react, he had already stood up from the bathtub, and his pants went somewhere.

The saponins in Song Zhao's hand fell to the ground.

The lights were dim.

The man's face was hidden in the shadows, his bones were perfect, like a bright moon.

Song Zhao blushed, his cheeks flushed, and he stared at Si Yu for a while, speechless.

The breath in Si Yu's heart dissipated in an instant, and his eyes full of spring were still on Song Zhao, and he smiled provocatively, "It seems that Ah Zhao is satisfied."

"You are shameless!"

The powerful minister is getting more and more sloppy!

Song Zhao threw the handkerchief on his face, turned around and ran out.

At the same time, Si Yu's ears moved slightly, and he heard a strange sound.

He quickly put on his clothes, rushed out of the ear room, caught up with Song Zhao in front, and rolled her into the grass with her in his arms.

Using cover, the two saw the prince's personal guards sneaking towards their dormitory carrying buckets of kerosene.

The purpose is to burn them to death.