Divine Genius Healer, Abandoned Woman: Demonic Tyrant in Love with a Mad Little Consort

His tone was extremely firm, with a domineering irresistible.

Ye Qingli froze.

Jun Aohan said to her very seriously.

"Now that you know my identity, then, from now on, I can protect you justly. I want everyone in the world to know. You are my fiancee. If anyone dares to bully you, You have to pay the price! "

What he said was so overbearing, so tyrannical, so beyond doubt.

"From today, you have to protect yourself. Because, you are not only your own, but also belong to me."

His dark eyes and extremely focused eyes looked at Ye Qingli.

Ye Qingli couldn't help sighing in the bottom of her heart.

She found that the charm of this man is really getting bigger and bigger.

Let her have no resistance at all ...

No way!

It can't be like this.

Otherwise, one day, I will fall into his arms completely ...

In my previous life, I was a well-known strong woman anyway, so why not fall to the point of relying on men to raise.

She wanted to reject him very justly.

But it was a sad discovery.

While facing his eyes.

She could not say a word of rejection.

Then Jun Aohan gently hugged her head.

Reaching out, gently brushed the hair on her forehead.

A kiss was forcibly printed on her forehead.

It's like showing your ownership.

Ye Qingli suddenly felt that all the bones were soft.

She put her forehead on Jun Aohan's chin.

Feeling the warmth emanating from him.

The two of them did not speak anymore, but enjoyed this rare tranquility.

After a long time, Ye Qingli said.

"Speaking of that, our relationship is so close. It seems that I don't know your situation yet?"

"Want to know what you say."

Jun Aohan leaned against the big rock beside the hot spring, his expression lazy.

He was wearing a black robe.

The belt is tied obliquely.

The buttons on the chest were scattered.

From time to time reveals a light skin like snow.

A long, black, ink-like hair pours down like a waterfall.

On the water, his reflection reflected.

It's like the same sculpture.

With endless charm.

Jun Aohan maintained this posture, looking at Ye Qingli, who was leaning in his arms like a kitten.

She curled up her entire body on her body.

He likes this sense of dependence very much.

At this time, he finally stopped being so scared as before.

Fear that she will leave her side.

Ye Qingli suddenly became curious.

"I remember that you are the only prince in the royal family. The rest, like the people like Jun Linfeng, are only county princes. Why can only you be the prince? "

"Moreover, your name is also different from the sorting of the royal family. The people of your generation are sorted by the four characters of" Linkong Evening "."

"And you are called Aohan ..."

This name carries a lonely, cold atmosphere.

Not at all like the noble atmosphere of the people in the royal family.

For this reason, although he also surnamed Jun, Ye Qingli never thought of him to the royal family.

I just thought it was a coincidence.