The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Ouyang Shaochen's bandaged action came suddenly, looking up at Murong Xue, his deep eyes flashed darkly: "Why are you so stupid?"

Murong Xueliang's bright face instantly gloomy, staring fiercely at Shaochen Ouyang: Is she stupid to reason with him?

Ouyang Shaochen suddenly leaned down, her thin lips gently printed on her pink lips.

The moist touch came from his lips, and Murong Xue's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Ouyang Shaochen steadily, only to see her figure clearly reflected in his obsidian-like pupils, the little flash of light in the pupils, Seeing Murong Xue momentarily paused: "You ... you mean ..."

"Well!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded, and his dark eyes were deep and deep: he did a lot of things to suggest to her, but she was too stupid to guess at all, so he had to speak bluntly ...

"Are you kidding?" Murong Xue looked at him momentarily.

"I look like I'm joking now?" Shaochen Ouyang looked at her with a raised eyebrow, a little contempt flashed in her deep eyes.

Murongxue smiled unnaturally, really not like it!

Her body is only 14 years old, and she is still a middle school student in modern times. She has never reached the age of love and love. Therefore, Ouyang Shaochen and her are very close, and she always thinks that they are close to friends. Bring this kind of closeness and think more about the feelings of men and women ...

Suddenly my shoulders warmed up. It was Ouyang Shaochen who helped her bandage the wound and pulled her clothes back, softly instructing: "Do not eat fish or shrimps until the injury is healed ..."

"I know." Murongxue nodded disorderly, his body suddenly lightened, it was Ouyang Shaochen who embraced her horizontally and carefully put it on the bed. Then, he naturally sat beside Murongxue, the long snow color The coat of clothing flowed down the bed, noble, Tsinghua.

Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and tentatively said: "Shizi ... Are you going back to the Xiaoyao Palace tonight?"

"Don't go back, the night is dark, I will stay here for one night, and I will go back tomorrow." Shaochen Ouyang said lightly, leaning back, leaning gracefully on the big pillow on the head of the bed. A book, read casually ...

The window was gray and the sky was faintly white!

This is also called dark night?This is obviously the night has just come, so if you want to live in Luoxue Pavilion, just say ...

Murong Xue pouted, quietly glaring at Ouyang Shaochen, turned around, and lay down with his back to him ...

"Your left shoulder is injured, it's not good to sleep with pressure!" Qing Yue's voice came into his ears, and an arm came under Murong Xue's neck, wrapped around her shoulder, and turned her into a right-side lying.

Ouyang Shaochen's poem-like and graceful face is close at hand, warm breathing with a light ink bamboo fragrance, gently sprayed on her little face, Murong Xue's beautiful little face is slightly gloomy, angrily said: "Front Someone, I can't sleep. "

Ouyang Shaochen disagreed: "You just close your eyes."

"With my eyes closed, I can also feel that someone in front of me, Shizi, might as well go to a soft bed." Murong Xue's suggestion smiled.

Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the soft couch in front of the window, and thought about it, refused: "I don't like sleeping on a soft couch, I want to sleep you go to bed."

Murong Xue's bright face suddenly darkened: "This is my room. I was injured again. How can I go to sleep on the soft couch? The wound on my shoulder does not seem to be shallow. If I can't get enough rest, how can the wound be healed? ... "

A cold complaint came to his ears, and Ouyang Shaochen put down the book and looked at her lightly: "It's not that you can't sleep, I will help you to ensure that you sleep until dawn tomorrow."

Ouyang Shaochen is not a doctor, can she help her insomnia?

Murong Xue looked at Ouyang Shaochen puzzled, and saw that he reached out and pointed towards her neck. Murong Xue was startled, he was ... pointing to her sleeping point ... This kind of sleep-assisting method is only this The dark-bellied Ouyang Shaochen can think of ...

Ruyu's fingers were close at hand, Murong Xue hurriedly grabbed his hand and gritted his teeth: "Thanks to Shizi's kindness, I suddenly felt a little bit sleepy, carefully brewing, I should be able to sleep ..."

Looking at her angry eyes, Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed an imperceptible smile, and slowly withdrew his hands, casually said: "That's good, if you can't sleep, you can say ..."

"Know!" Murongxue returned angrily to him, his cold voice revealing the taste of teeth.

Ouyang Shaochen turned a deaf ear, took the book, and continued to read, the corner of his mouth bent a little invisible arc ...

Murongxue's head was messy, with a soft pillow on his head, turned over, over, over, over, and over again, without any sleepiness ...

Ouyang Shaochen couldn't stand it anymore, put down the book, wrapped her waist around, and circled her into her arms. A faint flash of helplessness flashed through her obsidian eyes: "Why haven't you fallen asleep yet ..."

Murongxue's eyes sank, and he looked up at Ouyang Shaochen. His cold eyes flashed a little solemnly: "Shizi, I am very grateful for your love for me, but I have never been in love, I don't know if I am like you……"

Looking at her tangled face, Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed a clear smile: "It's okay, you are young and stupid, and the relationship between men and women is more complicated. You naturally don't think about it for a while, wait for time When you grow up, you will slowly clear your head ... "

Murong Xueliang's bright face was dark again: "Don't say I'm stupid again!" She is the best heir in the family in modern times, business, machinery, all involved, every thing done is perfect, stupid one Words, a thousand miles away from her ...

But she came to Qingyan Kingdom, and after meeting Ouyang Shaochen, Ouyang Shaochen even said that she was stupid every day, so she almost felt that she was really stupid ...

"Okay, stupid girl, I won't say you are stupid again." Ouyang Shaochen gently stroked Rongxue's black, smooth green silk, and the corners of her mouth curved a beautiful arc.

Murongxue's face was gloomy, and he waved fiercely to Ouyang Shaochen: "Ouyang Shaochen."

Ouyang Shaochen stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist, holding her tightly in her arms, resting her chin on her hair, and said slowly: "Late at night, let's rest ..."

Murongxue's arms, legs and feet were bound, struggling a few times, but failed to break free. She glared at Ouyang Shaochen fiercely, closing her eyes reluctantly: after tomorrow morning, he asked him to settle the bill ...

There was even breathing in his arms. Ouyang Shaochen lowered his head and saw that Murong Xue was sleeping with his eyes closed. His long eyelashes were like butterfly wings. He cast two thick shadows on the eyelids. People cannot bear blasphemy ...