Chu Huai looked along Ranbai's gaze and could only see the figures of everyone leaving one after another. He narrowed his slender and beautiful eyes, his eyes dark and strange. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he said lazily, and he was unexpectedly soft.

"Your Majesty, you're drunk." Ranbai gently supported the young man's slender figure with one hand and said in a low voice.

"I'm not drunk." He muttered lazily.

"Every drunk person will say that he is not drunk." Ranbai bent his lips slightly, and his eyebrows, which were always as cold as snow, became gentler.

He even forgot to claim that he was not drunk.

"I'm not drunk." He stressed dissatisfiedly, and approached Ranbai, and his warm breathing ambiguously sprayed on the neck of the boy in snow-clothed, his voice blurred: "Send me... back to the bedroom."

Ran Bai glanced at the drunken boy with a low eyes. After a few seconds, he did not refuse, but nodded lightly.

She slowly supported the young emperor and let him lean against him to avoid being unstable.

"What's the fragrance on you?" Chu Huai frowned, leaned closer to her, and smelled it twice.

This is completely different from the rouge powder he usually smells. It is a very light herbal fragrance, mixed with a sweet, bitter and slightly cool smell, and it smells unexpectedly clean and pleasant.

Ranbai's movements were slightly paused, and she replied calmly: "Weichen has been taking herbal medicine for a long time, and this has been the case for a long time. It should be because of the smell of herbal medicine."

The boy said oh and didn't say anything.

"Young Master Yu." The guards guarding outside the bedroom called out subconsciously when they saw Ran Bai, and then they saw the young emperor who was almost stuck to Ran Bai's body. His face changed instantly, and he immediately knelt down, "See Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty is drunk." Ranbai lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his eyes. She put one hand on the young man's cold and beautiful shoulder line, and said lightly: "I'm ordered to send him back."

The guard nodded quickly and retreated aside.

Ranbai pushed the door open and helped the young emperor in.

She gently pushed the person to the dragon bed and stood there, looking at the drunken and hazy boy.

It seemed like there was less thorns in a moment, leaving only a lot of laziness and slackness.

Ranbai curled the corners of her lower lips slightly, and she took off the boy's crown. Her beautiful tassels swayed slightly, revealing the boy's handsome face.

She placed the emperor's exclusive crown aside, her movements were very light, and she looked at the boy who seemed to be lazy and harmless, without any warning, like a big cat.

The young master in snow leaned over slightly, his cold and slender fingers slowly pressed on the young emperor's wrist, and then he whispered to Chu Huai's dark and hazy eyes: "Your Majesty, you are drunk."

Ranbai's voice was so light that only Chu Huai could listen to the invitation, as if it was coming from another distant time and space, with an unreasonable intrigue.

Chu Huai looked at her with his eyes open.

A person who was as indifferent as a banished immortal, his cold eyes as snow-like as falling snow seemed to have a deep vortex, mysterious and intoxicating.

Chu Huai was drowsy and nodded vaguely.

Looking at the boy's appearance, Ran Bai chuckled softly. She supported the boy's side with one hand in Chu Huai's hazy and harmless eyes, leaning over slightly.

The snow-colored clothes and the boy's pure black hem were intertwined, and the color was ascetic.

The black hairs hang down and cool slightly.

The distance between them was very close, and Chu Huai seemed to smell the clean and clear herbal fragrance again, which smelled very good.

The dyed eyebrows and eyes were picturesque and the expression was light. Her slightly cool fingertips gently lifted the young man's beautiful china, and the young emperor's slightly stunned gaze and a cool and thin breath covered the corners of the boy's lips.
Chapter completed!