Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Yanbeicheng's unchanged phoenix finally spreads a few waves. For example, a small stone is thrown half of the way. The wind wave is not small, but it can also be clearly seen a few points, and nothing can be said to refute it.

The stranger looked at Yanbeicheng as fresh as this. He couldn't help but lean forward and looked seriously at him. "This is the first time I've seen anything else in your eyes, and it seems you're not without weaknesses. ”

Yanbeicheng became more and more embarrassed. He stood up and looked away at the bonsai view. "The king is also an ordinary person, how can there be no weakness? ”

He was also woken up by a stranger who used the phrase, turns out he really had weaknesses. It's not because strangers spend so much brainless words, but... she's the person.

The stranger rose slightly in the corner of his lips and stood up in front of him, "I don't know why you used to love to flirt with me. Turns out the fun in this is extraordinarily intriguing. ”

Looking at the smile in front of him as if it were a flower, Yan Beicheng's eyes crossed a few dangerous spectacles, and the embarrassment in his eyes was suppressed. “Of course there is fun, but it is always the king who dominates it. ”

As soon as the voice fell, he extended his arm and caught the flower in his arms.

The stranger raised his eyes at once and forgot his struggle with his eyes as bright as a moonlight.

Yanbeicheng also looked down at her, so close, he had only one thought in his heart.

Turns out her face was so small that it seemed like he could cover it. And her people, too thin, must make up for it in the future.

When the stranger suddenly looked back, he was held up directly by Yan Beicheng.

“What are you going to do?” The stranger panicked and feared that he was a beast at the moment.

“Do what you have to.” Yan Beicheng, aware of her fears, deliberately picked her lips and answered with the utmost ambiguity.

Until the stranger had reacted to the stiffness of his body, he was put down by Yan Beicheng and sat down.

And he, the noble royal brother born, bent down and faded her shoes.

“You...” The stranger was shocked by his move and stared at him, not knowing how to get around for a moment.

“The king is tired. To rest, hurry up and go.” Haven't returned from such tenderness and care, Yan Beicheng's words dragged her back to reality.

She was just a gorgeous kung fu, Yan Beicheng faded her coat, and stood in front of her with a thin middle coat, looking ready for bed.

The trance of the moment just disappeared and frowned. “I can't rest. You just sleep in bed. ”

Then he lowered his head to find his shoes.

Without touching her shoes, Yanbeicheng lifted her foot and kicked her far away, then took off her boots and threw them aside, holding her down.

“You--" the stranger lifted his hand and pushed his chest, his ears blushing quietly.

“Go to sleep.” Yan Beicheng just threw up briefly, pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, closed his eyes and did not have any side motion.

The stranger made a move and looked at the sleeping face close to Yan Beicheng. There was nothing he could do in his heart.

“Must be too tired.” She muttered softly, relaxed her movements, tried to struggle for a while, but found herself asleep, his arms were also like iron walls, tightly wrapped around her.