A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

After walking out of the rockery, the moonlight shone on the two of them, Shu Ange turned his face to the side, looked at the dull bronze mask on Ying Zheng's face, and burst out laughing.

Ying Zheng held her wrist, reluctant to let go, and led her into the hall: "What are you laughing at again?"

He used another character, which shows how much Shu Ange loves to laugh.

Zhao Qian's cries and howls of wolves could still be heard vaguely, but the crickets' cries were obscured.

Ying Zheng came along, originally intending to teach Zhao Qian a lesson, and by the way, remind Shu Ange not to accidentally kill someone.

When he saw that she played Zhao Qian with applause gently and skillfully, let the snake wrap around him, and bit him a few times, Ying Zheng got goosebumps.

Fortunately, he didn't offend Shu Ange, Ying Zheng grasped Shu Ange's wrist tightly, Zhao Qian's tragic situation was really unbearable to look at.

"I didn't laugh. I was thinking that Zhao Qian will be raised for a while. I don't know if his eyes will be wandering around after his injury is paid back."

"You have been wronged."

Ying Zheng suddenly stopped, holding Shu Ange's wrist and turning his body towards her.

All his expressions were hidden under the bronze mask, only a pair of eyes, like black gems, shone with moving light.

No one was around, Shu Ange held Ying Zheng's hand and changed his clothes in front of him.

Her eyes moved slightly, her cheeks were red, and a pair of bright pearls swayed on her ears.

"Your Majesty doesn't like to laugh very much, young people should laugh more."

When Shu Ange spoke, she laughed first. Her smile was as bright as the sun rising, and Zhuo Ruofu made waves, causing ripples in Ying Zhengxin Lake.

With the fingertips of his other hand, he clicked Shu Ange's eyebrows: "It's good if you like to laugh. I'm not very old, and it would be even more difficult if I laugh often."

She just said it casually, but she didn't expect Ying Zheng to answer seriously.

This also sounds pitiful. Ying Zheng became the king of Qin at the age of thirteen. Others only saw the glory and glory. Who knows how hard he worked in private.

As a prince, the younger you are, the more calm you need to be. Otherwise, those ministers with unscrupulous intentions just want to bully the new prince.

Shu Ange grabbed Ying Zheng's hand on his cheek, and as he spoke, he took off the bronze mask on his face.

"If you can't smile at others, then smile at me. I like the king's smile."

Ying Zheng allowed Shu Ange to lift the bronze mask, revealing his handsome face little by little.

He smiled, Shu Ange's heart skipped a beat, holding the mask in his hand, looking at Ying Zheng's cold and hard facial features, a slowly blooming smile.

That smile, with a little shyness and tension, bloomed brightly and softly like a warm breeze.

"you--"

Singer Shu An was holding the bronze mask, and the tip of her tongue suddenly became dry. She stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed Ying Zheng's cheek. After kissing, she put the bronze mask in her arms: "Your Majesty is mine now."

The little smugness in her tone couldn't be hidden.

Ying Zheng only felt wet on his cheeks, the fragrance that made him intoxicated for a while, then left quickly.

"The target character's favorability is +5, and the current favorability is 71."

Sometimes the system prompt sound is really unpleasant, Shu Ange thinks like this, his lips slightly pout, like an invitation to pick.

"Call me Politics."

Ying Zheng wanted Shu Ange to call him by his name for a long time.

There are many people who call him King, and there is no shortage of her. There are very few people who call him Zheng. He likes to hear her name from her mouth.

"Got, go, go, go, go, go, go!"

Shu Ange shook the mask in his hand, called out a series of voices, and bent down with a smile, the flower branches trembled, making Ying Zheng unable to look away.

He likes her.

Be it a person, a demon, happy or angry, he hopelessly fell in love with her.

Ying Zheng's eyes fell on Shu Ange's seductive lips involuntarily. Her wet and soft kiss just now was as light as a feather, which made his mind tremble.

"Are you pleased with me?"

Ying Zheng, who had long been accustomed to saying the word widow, clenched Shu Ange's hand again after saying the word "me".

His eyelashes are not particularly thick, slender and slender, slightly curled, very beautiful.

"Politics, it's mine, I like politics."

Shu Ange put the bronze mask on his chest and said these words clearly.

Ying Zheng couldn't bear it any longer. He leaned against Shu Ange, and when he was about to touch her cheek, he suddenly stopped, took her hand and walked quickly to the foot of an old tree with a coiled dragon.

The leafy old tree shrouded the two in the shadow, Ying Zheng pushed Shu Ange against the tree, and the moonlight shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves, sprinkled on his back.

The bronze mask in Shu An's singer fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Ying Zheng stood alone on the tree, leaned down slowly, and opened his mouth to bite Shu Ange's lips.

He bit very lightly, and the crisp electric current swayed through Shu Ange. She snorted and took the initiative to wrap around the back of Ying Zheng's neck, and responded forcefully to his jerky kiss.

Heaven and earth were silent, the leaves were shaking and making noises.

For the first time, Ying Zheng knew that the woman's body was so soft and lovely, and for the first time understood why so many kings were addicted to the beauty village.

He took the fragrance from her mouth jerky and greedy, and Shu Ange responded for a while, until it was late at night, and then pushed Ying Zheng's chest.

Ying Zheng was indulging in the sweet kiss, and being pushed by Shu Ange, he looked at her with some grievances.

"It's late at night, if you don't go back, the palace servants will be in a hurry."

When she spoke, she grabbed a strand of broken hair and rubbed it in her palm, and the corners of her lips were full of laughter.

"Ange, are you willing to—"

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes and looked at her fixedly. Halfway through his words, she was sealed with a kiss.

Shu Ange licked Ying Zheng's lips, then left, and returned with a smile: "I will, but not now, I want to be the queen, okay?"

"Okay."

Ying Zheng replied without hesitation, then picked up the bronze mask from the ground, wiped off the dust on it, and put it on again.

The two reluctantly parted, and Shu Ange changed back to Lang Zhongling's dress.

Zhao Qian suffered a lot in Qin, and closed his door to thank guests for nearly a month.

Shu Ange once asked the person who healed Zhao Qian that the most vulnerable part of his man was no longer useful after being bitten by a snake.

Zhao Qian was not reconciled and searched for famous doctors in Qin, but the diagnosis results given by the doctors were almost the same.

In this regard, Shu Ange just wants to say one word: wonderful!

Zhao Qian also had suspicions about Shu Ange, thinking that she was the one who made trouble that day.

But he asked the people around him, and all of them insisted that after the banquet was over, Minglan Lang started patrolling with the guards, and no one went to the rockery at all.

Zhao Qian was very embarrassed, thinking that he was fascinated by sex, and did not dare to approach Minglan Zhonglangling again.

(Meow, two-thirds of this story has been written, thank you for your support~)