Thinking about what happened last night, Luo Miao's face felt like it was burning up.
His beautiful eyes burned with a fierce flame, shining exceptionally brightly.
However, what's equally terrifying is...
After figuring out his current situation, Murong Jiu, who was sitting on the floor, got up and knelt down by the bedside in a fawning manner.
"My dear minister, are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I'll make it right away, or..."
Changing the subject abruptly: "Shall I give you a massage first, and then we'll go?"
His response was a jade pillow that was smashed down on him.
"Ugh..." Murong Jiu caught it, let out a muffled groan, and looked at Luo Miao with a rather pitiful expression.
"A-Miao, I..."
"Shut up. What did you promise me last night, huh?"
Luo Miao struggled to get up, looking indignant.
Murong Jiu pouted and muttered under her breath, "You're up there."
"You..." Luo Ling was so angry he wanted to kick him again.
He glared at him fiercely, gritting his teeth as he said, "Don't you understand what I mean by 'on top'?"
It's as if he dares to say he doesn't understand, and that's how he'll fool him.
Murong Jiu awkwardly touched his nose; he really did want to say he didn't understand.
But...
Driven by his survival instinct and the promise of a good night's treat, he obediently nodded and admitted his mistake.
"My dear minister, I was wrong. Please forgive me."
Seeing that he had no expression, he rolled his eyes and said, "How about I let you be on top tonight?"
Luo Ling finally reacted.
He glanced at Murong Jiu suspiciously. Why didn't he believe him?
Murong Jiu stood tall and straight, his face upright.
"...Really?" Luo Ling asked uncertainly, still not quite believing it.
Murong Jiu nodded decisively, very forcefully, as if afraid he wouldn't believe him.
"It's true, it's more real than gold, my dear minister, believe me."
Holding his hand with its distinct knuckles, he was practically begging and acting cute.
Luo Ling frowned, and finally managed a weak hum: "Then that's settled, I'll be on top tonight."
Upon receiving the answer, Murong Jiu was overjoyed, like a fool.
But if you look closely, you'll find a sly glint in the depths of his eyes.
Above.
There are also many positions.
Fortunately, his bodyguard found him a book so he could try out all the moves in it.
hey-hey...
Luo Miao didn't know what he was thinking. He pulled his hand away and looked down at him. "I'm hungry, so I'll trouble Your Majesty to prepare some food."
After saying that, he didn't even look at him, and slowly lay back down.
I worked hard all night last night, and although he only did it twice because it was his first time, I still feel sore all over.
My lower back, in particular, feels like it's about to break.
He needs to take good care of himself.
Murong Jiu didn't care about Luo Ling's attitude at all; he just thought he was incredibly arrogant and adorable.
He grabbed a coat and put it on casually, then quietly went to prepare breakfast for him.
The system only started harassing Luo Miao after he left.
"Host, host, Murong Jiu and Zong Yujin's soul fluctuations are truly identical; they are the same person."
Luo Ling, who wanted to take a nap, frowned deeply, and a low-pressure atmosphere began to rise around him.
"System, you're so useless! I knew that last night. You piece of junk system, don't disturb my sleep, or I'll deduct your machine oil."
The system reacted with alarm: '!!!'
How did the host know?
That doesn't make sense!
How did Luo Ling know?
Naturally, it's because of that kiss last night.
If appearance, identity, and name can deceive people, then feelings cannot.
So familiar it brought tears to my eyes; my very soul trembled.
If it wasn't him, then who was it?
If he wasn't sure it was him, why would he talk to him...?
Thinking of this, Luo Miao's cheeks flushed pink.
But after a short while, it turned pitch black again.