When Su Ruotang heard this, her peach blossom eyes were filled with excitement.
Oops!
The dog man showed weakness!
Tonight she must let him know how powerful fairies are.
Su Ruotang's green and white fingers hooked up his belt, and her fingertips slid across his well-textured chest, slowly going down.
Finally landed on those solid abs.
Her red lips curled up, and a sly look flashed in her eyes, "Medically speaking, when you have a fever, the temperature there will also increase..."
"I just don't know if it will be weak or weak."
Mo Ronyan's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ink, dark and deep, and his voice was hoarse and magnetic, with temptation, "Third Princess, do you want to give it a try?"
The night was getting darker, and I didn't know when the wind started, and the branches rustled.
Inside the house, the beauty's cries were slow and fast.
Su Ruotang's eyes were filled with mist, and her long eyelashes were stained with tiny crystals.
Half leaning in the man's arms, she felt the bathtub begin to sway.
After a long time, she lay on the soft mattress again, her mind in chaos.
The familiar scent of cedar enveloped her, and in her ears was the man's magnetic and clear voice, "Third Princess, is the temperature enough?"
"Are you... weak?"
Is the temperature enough?
Not only is it enough, it’s simply scalding!
Weak and powerless?
Oh, it’s literally harder than the Greek word for diamond!
...
The next day.
Su Ruotang opened his eyes and felt that his whole body was sore, as if he had been run over by a big truck.
She raised her hand with difficulty and rubbed her sore eyes.
Before she could open her eyes, a lazy and leisurely voice came from her side, "Are you awake?"
Su Ruotang paused in rubbing her eyes and turned to look to her side in surprise.
What came into view was a familiar handsome figure.
The sun rises from the west?
Mo Capitalist Rong Yan is actually willing to waste precious time in bed?
Looking down, she realized that Mo Ronyan had a book on his lap and was writing something with a small brush.
Oh, it turns out I'm not staying in bed, I'm doing things in bed.
Su Ruotang rubbed her sore waist, picked up the sling that had fallen to her arm with her green-white fingertips, and reached over the man, ready to pull him in gently.
At this time, Mo Ronyan handed over the book in his hand and said, "Take a look."
Su Ruotang subconsciously took it.
The next second, her gleaming peach blossom eyes suddenly widened——
[You are sick, you can’t...]
【You, fruit! Yes! No! OK! 】
[Beauty, please serve this fairy well tonight. 】
[Medically speaking, when you have a fever, the temperature there will also increase...]
[I just don’t know if it will be weak or weak. 】
The signature below looks familiar.
Take another look, it's so ripe.
She signed it herself.
She couldn't remember what happened when she was drunk.
But this time, she remembered it all.
After calming down for a while, Su Ruotang supported the bedside table to steady herself. The tips of her white ears hidden in her black hair showed a hint of rouge.
She raised her hand, ready to destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces.
At this time, Mo Ronyan gently shook his hand, and the crisp sound of jade clashing sounded.
What followed was a man's voice as clear and smooth as cold jade, "Do you want to tear up the book, or do you want this?"
Su Ruotang turned around suddenly, looked at the blue crystal in his hand, took a deep breath, and managed to keep his voice calm, "Tell me the conditions."
Mo Rongyan played with the buoy with his long fingers, as if thinking.
After a moment, he opened his eyes slightly and said in a lazy voice, "Does the third prince still remember what he said last night?"
"What words?"
"Write a poem of three thousand words praising the beauty of the Fairy Lady."
Su Ruotang: "..."
Should she be grateful that she didn't take off her clothes and let him write a 10,000-word poem praising her figure?
After being silent for a long time, she said in a tentative tone, "Your Highness, your time is so precious, you will definitely not do such boring..." things.
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man's unhurried tone, "It's already written."
"What?" Su Ruotang was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Is there something wrong with this man?
He actually got serious with a drunkard!
Mo Ronyan lifted up the quilt, took a long step forward, and walked towards the window, "Come here."
Su Ruotang didn't move, just stood there and reflected.
It's over, according to her understanding of dog men.
This dog man will never waste his time doing anything unrewarding.
If he does it, it will definitely bring him many times the reward.
She will definitely be skinned by a doggy man!
Mo Ronyan looked at her and opened the nine boxes on the table with his slender fingers, "Don't want it?"
The man's cold voice, echoed in the silent bedroom, had a cold and casual quality.
Su Ruotang raised his eyes subconsciously.
The next moment, she was stunned.
On the low table by the window, there were ten boxes neatly placed.
The contents of the box were the rare jewelry from last night's auction.
The Bu Yao Mo Ronyan was holding just now was also among them.
At this time, his slender fingers were hooked on another bracelet.
The fiery red glass beads on his white fingertips were dazzlingly beautiful.
Su Ruotang walked to the low table without hesitation, and the nice words flowed from her red lips as if they were free, "Yes! Your Highness, you are truly a good person like no other in the world."
Mo Ronyan looked at the third prince's gleaming peach blossom eyes and stared at the jewelry on the table, full of wonder, and sent him a good person card without any trouble.
His clear eyes were full of dark colors, and his clear and clean finger bones tapped the table, "I feel very sorry for a three thousand word poem in exchange for a hug from the third prince."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled Su Ruotang, who was squatting by the table, into his arms.
Su Ruotang exclaimed, and the Bu Yao he just picked up fell on the table with a clatter.
She patted the man's tight chest distressedly, and subconsciously put her hand against his chest, "What if it breaks?"
"Natural jade like this is alive. It will hurt. The important thing is that if it is broken, it will be gone!"
Mo Ronyan looked at her little face that became more lively and bright due to anger, and said unhurriedly: "Jade is not as fragile as Little Begonia."
Su Ruotang was angry. Is this a question of vulnerability?
Dog men simply don’t understand how women care for beautiful jewelry!
She pushed his chest angrily and said angrily: "Put me down!"
Mo Ronyan hugged the third prince's slender waist tightly, slowly lifted up a glass imperial green jade bracelet, and slowly wrapped it around her slender ankle.
"Little Haitang, why are you so jealous?"
The clear and moist syllables lingered on the tip of the man's tongue, with a hint of seductive taste.
