Feng Qingchen's scalp hurt from being pulled by her, and she couldn't help but scream.
When Feng Qingchen came out to practice swordsmanship, Leng Jiu and A Bing were sitting on the roof. When they saw An Yi coming out, they wanted to avoid it quickly. Now that they suddenly saw this scene, they didn't know whether they would appear or not. I was stunned.
Their princess's lethality is really extraordinary. Anyone who dares to pull the prince's hair and go crazy...
"Master Jiu, what should we do?" A Bing whispered.
"If you're not afraid of death, just go down there." Leng Jiu lay down lazily on the roof, pretending he didn't see anything.
Abing immediately followed suit, he couldn't even afford to offend the princess, let alone the prince!
Feng Qingchen's black hair finally got rid of the woman's clutches. The next second, he felt a sharp pain on his arm. It turned out that An Yi lay on his arm and took a bite. After the bite, he held it in his mouth like that. When he let go, those pink lips were as soft as butter, wrapping his arms tightly and tightly, like a baby's sucking lips, in ecstasy.
Green veins burst out on the back of Feng Qingchen's snow-white hands, and she felt numb as if molten lava was surging and burning all over her body. A thin sob could not help but escape from her lips.
Just when Feng Qingchen couldn't stand the stimulation and was about to hug the woman into the room, An Yi suddenly let go of the man's arm, suddenly turned over and got out from under Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen's beautiful eyes pressed deeply, and she suddenly stepped forward and hugged An Yi's body from behind.
An Yi narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed. The man's chest behind him was solid and warm. The slight heat penetrated the thin clothes and pressed against his back. It was really warm.
"An Yi, do you know how much I hope to hold you like this forever?" Feng Qingchen lowered his head and spoke in a low voice. Perhaps it was because the woman was drunk and could not hear what he said, so he could be so open-minded. Express your heart without reservation.
"I think so too!" An Yi couldn't help sniffing.
Feng Qingchen's heart tightened. Was she responding to his feelings? she……
Feng Qingchen was so happy that she quickly turned the woman's body in his arms, lowered her head, and looked at An Yi in surprise, "You said you left with Yun Zhinan before, saying it was because you liked me and you were afraid of getting in too deep. Isn’t it fake? In fact, you also like..."
An Yi frowned, suddenly threw herself into his arms, and murmured: "It's so cold, this will keep you warm!"
Feng Qingchen's joy and anticipation froze instantly. It turned out that she wanted him to hold her because she was cold!
"Liu Lanhua, you are really good at torturing people!" Feng Qingchen snorted coldly, with a hint of ridicule at the end, and a hint of indifference and disappointment. He couldn't help but call out the name of the woman he fell in love with.
He touched the woman's little hand, and it was indeed cold. He lifted her up and was about to carry her into the house, but suddenly he heard her call out "Thirteen" in a low voice. The voice was soft, with a trace of lure.
"Liu Lanhua, stop teasing me!" Feng Qingchen smiled bitterly, "It's okay if we do this. At least you hate me in your heart, and you didn't feel so uncomfortable when I died!"
But An Yi stretched out her arms, hugged his neck tightly, and murmured: "I won't let you die. I'm going to Wuxue Mountain to find the tomb beast. You won't die..."
Feng Qingchen's black eyes dimmed slightly, Wu Xueshan?
An Yi felt that she had had a long dream, swinging and giggling. The most important thing was that she dreamed of Feng Qingchen, and she even pulled his hair.
"Hahaha!" An Yi couldn't help laughing and woke up, but when he raised his eyes, he met a pair of cold eyes.
