The master really didn't lie to him.

It was not his return alone, but his return to the youngest years of recklessness, enjoying the day and night of two people, with a strong warmth.

Qin Shang stretched out his hands.

The fingers are white and slender, with clear joints, like beautiful jade, and are as beautiful as the owner's hands.

Thinking of Emperor Xiu, Qin Shang couldn't help laughing softly again, with unstoppable joy in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. It's so good to be young. He couldn't help laughing again when he thought about it.

Really, I was so happy that he didn't know what expression to express his mood at this moment except laughing.

Master, Master...

He silently remembered the name that had accompanied him throughout his life and almost occupied his entire life. Qin Shang's chest was restless and he wanted to rush back immediately to hold his master's neck and kiss him.

But he was timid and only dared to think about it in his heart for the time being.

"Young Master Qin." The white-clothed boy's voice sounded, "The Lord of the Pavilion, ordered you to go back immediately. If it is less than half an hour, you can find a place to kneel down for a night tonight, and you won't have to go back to the imperial palace."

After the words came, all the smiles on Qin Shang's face froze.

I was moved, I was surprised, and I was laughing.

He stared at the blue sky blankly and began to moan in his heart. Isn’t his pitiful butt really going to suffer, right?

The master is too dark-hearted.

He suddenly missed the cold and indifferent master of the world.

Qin Shang raised his hand to cover his eyes, not daring to look directly at his miserable situation.

The young man in white left after he passed the message, leaving Mr. Qin alone on the huge rock on the mountain top, and continued to struggle with his eyes closed.

Half an hour... the master was very compassionate and actually left half an hour for him to struggle.

Qin Shang bit his lip, his heart moved thousands of times, thinking hard, his hair was about to fall off, but he still couldn't figure out why his master suddenly became so... bad taste?

The master's temperament in his previous life was clear and he was not at all black-hearted, and he had no intention of bullying him. Until the end of his life, except for becoming a little warm, he was still the master who was unparalleled and elegant like a banished immortal.

But in this life, why did it suddenly...

Qin Shang bit his lips and his handsome face wrinkled.

The sun gradually shines brightly, making the valley look like a layer of golden light.

Qin Shang originally wanted to grind the half hour, but when he thought that the master had not eaten breakfast, he sighed and turned back to the imperial palace with the idea of ​​dying early and rebirth early.

I turned to the kitchen halfway and personally selected a few breakfasts that my owner liked to eat and brought them back to the bedroom.

The Emperor Xiu was lying on the side of the brocade couch next to the window, calm in white clothes, looking like he was asleep.

Qin Shang put the breakfast on the table, turned around and walked into the inner hall, stood in front of the couch, looked down at the master's noble and unconventional face, and only glanced at it, and there was no trepidation or tension, only endless happiness and joy.

After blinking, he instantly put aside all the messy thoughts in his heart. Qin Shang just wanted to kiss Fang Ze first.

As for what crime will the master add to him after the kiss... Well, at worst, he will beat him to the master's will.

Isn’t it just a little bit of flesh and blood? It’s a little bit.
Chapter completed!