Sha Qianchen put his hands on his waist, gently tugged on the tight belt, and said in an indifferent voice, "I won't sleep."

Tong Yao watched his every move, sat back, and asked, "Since you're not going to sleep, why do you take off your clothes?"

"I think it would be more comfortable if I took off my clothes." Sha Qianchen's expressionless face suddenly revealed an innocent smile like a child, turned over and said, "Quickly, help me take off my clothes."

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He raised his hands back, waiting for Tong Yao to help him take off his clothes.

The corner of Tong Yao's mouth twitched unconsciously a few times, but he still raised his hands, grabbed his sleeves, and took off his clothes.

"What's one more thing?" Tong Yao only helped him remove two layers, and there was still one layer of underwear that he had not taken off. Sha Qianchen raised another hand in displeasure and said.

Tong Yao lowered his head and his face turned slightly red: "Okay, it won't hurt if you just press it like this. Besides, it's a cold night and you can easily catch a cold if you don't wear clothes. Now is a critical moment, so you can't get sick."

Sha Qianchen turned around and glared at Tong Yao with dissatisfaction: "The problem is that I'm already sick, and I'm so sick that I can't even walk. Otherwise, why would I need you to take care of me? Hurry up."

His expression looked like someone had wronged him?

Tong Yao felt helpless. Although she was Sha Qianchen's personal maid, she was not so close to her. Besides, men and women in this era have always been conservative, not to mention Tong Yao.

When helping Sha Qianchen take off his bottom clothes, she closed her eyes and carefully helped him take off the last piece of clothing.

His entire upper body was exposed to the air, especially on his left back, which had a tattoo of a nine-tailed fox. The tattoo was white, contrasting with his snow-white skin. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see the tattoo.

Tong Yaozong sat there carrying his clothes for a long time without moving.

Sha Qianchen felt that there was no movement from the person behind him, so he turned around again and asked in a longer voice: "What's wrong..."

"I'm sleepy and want to go back to my room to rest." Tong Yao used his clothes to shield himself in front of him.

Sha Qianchen stretched out his hand and pulled his clothes over, saying: "You put me to sleep first, and then you sleep after I sleep."

"Yeah." Tong Yao responded twice: "Then Tong Yao will tell you a story, that can relieve your pain."

"Okay, okay, that's a good note. Just tell me a story while pressing the button." Sha Qianchen nodded repeatedly.

Tong Yao's face sank. He wanted to exchange a story with him but didn't. Unexpectedly, he added another task to himself.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Sha Qianchen couldn't wait, so he took her cold little hand, frowned and asked, "Why are your hands so cold? Why did you close your eyes? Are you too sleepy?"

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He turned around and slapped Tong Yao on the face. Tong Yao narrowed his eyes and accidentally saw his naked upper body. His face immediately turned red and he quickly turned away and said, "Your Highness, you'd better hurry up."

Please cover yourself with a quilt. The wind is strong at night and you may suddenly catch a cold."

"It makes sense." Sha Qianchen did not pull the quilt, but dragged Tong Yao onto the bed.

Tong Yao let out a low cry, and his whole body was tied up in Qianchen's arms. The two of them faced each other, and their bodies were close to each other.

His hands moved restlessly behind Tong Yao's back, as if he was groping for something, but his face was full of distress, and he thought to himself: It's not as soft as Beiming Yexuan said.
Chapter completed!