The host always wants to flirt with the villain after being bad

There are only three days left until the wedding day of the princess of Beili Kingdom and the little prince of the grassland...

It is night, the moon and stars are rare.

Ruomian came out of Jiang Tingting's bedroom with a washbasin in his hand, and when he reached the corner, someone covered his mouth and held him in the dark.

Ruomian's pupils contracted, and the water in the basin gradually came out. Before he could make a sound, he heard a familiar voice:

"Miss Ruomian, stay safe."

The person in front of him was dressed in black with a mask on his face. He was the secret guard of the national teacher Lu Yunyuan: Mu Min.

Ruomian slowly relaxed from the panic, took a breath, looked at Mu Min, Liu frowned, and her tone was not very good.

"Mu Anwei, what are you doing?"

"The master wants to see the girl."

Ruomian felt strange when she heard this, what would Lu Yun want to see her for?
"Girl, don't be afraid. The master just wants to ask the princess how she is doing during her time in the grassland."

Ruomian thought for a while, but still followed Mu Min.

……

Inside the palace

The candle lights were bright, Jiang Tingting was lying sideways on the soft couch, and Feng Limo was sitting at the red table opposite her, propping his face with one hand, and reading to Jiang Tingting with the other hand.

"On the wedding night, there are flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, the pearly sweat is dripping, and the hair is green and pine. Spring thoughts..."

Feng Limo frowned at this, choked for a moment, then seemed to see something unbelievable, his pupils widened, his cheeks flushed all the way to the base of his neck...

He closed the book with a snap!
No, Cui Yehong is sick!

The good thing I gave him is a colorful storybook? ? !

Feng Limo took a deep breath.

Thinking of the expression on that bastard who mysteriously stuffed him with a red package and told him to read it at night, his back molars grinded...

So those four or five books are... indescribable?
That nasty thing.

The point is that he still intends to read this kind of thing to the sick child to lull her to sleep.

Feng Limo glanced at the girl on the soft couch with a little guilt.

Jiang Tingting was looking at him with his head tilted, a smile appeared in his peach blossom eyes.

"Why don't you read it?"

"Ah... that! I think this story is so-so! Let me do a sideshow for you!"

Feng Limo didn't know what he was talking about, he wouldn't lie at all, and he didn't know how messed up his expression was now, but his face was very straightforward telling others: I'm lying to you, you can believe it!
"..."

Seeing the young man's expression, Jiang Tingting sat up and sat up with a playful heart, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her face was innocent and studious.

"On the wedding night, there are flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, pearly sweat, and green hair? What does this mean? Can the little prince explain it to me!"

"This..." Feng Limo coughed lightly, and turned his eyes unnaturally, not daring to look directly at Jiang Tingting.

"That's what it means!"

Jiang Tingting grinned and showed her white teeth, and her smile was really dazzling, with teasing hidden in her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Feng Limo felt his heart beating faster, and looked at Jiang Tingting a little irritably, seeing her smiling, he knew instantly that he was being teased.

This girl clearly knew what it meant, and deliberately played tricks on him.

Feng Limo gritted his teeth slightly, feeling ashamed and angry.

"You'll know in three days!"

Jiang Tingting burst out laughing.

Feng Limo glared at Jiang Tingting unhappily, then turned his gaze away, when he caught a glimpse of the fiery red bridal gown hanging over there, the light in his eyes seemed to slowly melt into a puddle of softness...

She was his in an instant.

He was still a little entangled before, but as the marriage approached, he seemed to be getting more and more impatient...

He was excited.