The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

The flower hall illuminated by the sunshine through Korean paper is bright and majestic. Her figure looks light and elegant, her waistline is exquisite and soft, and Yun Zheng's eyes unconsciously fall on the really bulging place.

Suddenly, a fire rushed from the bottom of the feet to the top of the head.

"...However, on the day of the royal banquet, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat anything even if I want to eat. I'm going to come back hungry..." Lin Qingran said with a smile, seeing Yun Zheng not responding for a long time, she looked up , saw that Yun Zheng's face was flushed, and his eyes were staring straight at his own...

She lowered her head and followed Yun Zheng's line of sight, her face turned red immediately, she stretched out her hand to pinch his waist, and said coquettishly, "What are you looking at?"

Zhiqin in front of the door put down her hand on the door again, the corners of her lips curled up, she laughed silently, and retreated back to her original position calmly.

Lianxin and Lianyue, who were not far away, also softened their eyes on their indifferent faces.

A gust of north wind blew outside, and the window lattices slammed. The endless chill rose, but the interior was full of warmth. The air was filled with a strong smell, like the aroma of candy, which made people feel sweet from the bottom of their hearts to the tip of their tongues.

The two of them were sitting at a table amidst the leftovers, Lin Qingran's low voice resounded in it, and Yun Zheng, who had recovered from the beauty, quietly enjoyed this never-before-seen warm feeling , comfortable and limp all over, thinking to himself, if time could stay at this moment, it would be great.

Such a wonderful time, Yun Zheng couldn't help reaching out and touching Lin Qingran's hair scattered on her shoulders, and Ruyu's cool fingers accidentally touched her skin.

Lin Qingran was startled, and glared at him: "Hold it, don't move your hands or feet!"

Yun Zheng actually grinned, quickly stroking Lin Qingran's lock of hair, turning his fingers, and the hair was tightly wrapped around his fingers round and round.

Yun Zheng would actually grab the girl's braid like a naughty young boy.

This……

too weird!

Lin Qingran let out an "ah", opened her mouth enough to swallow two eggs, but couldn't close it for a while.

However, Yun Zheng seemed to be obsessed with Lin Qingran's hair. He played with the hair wrapped around his fingers, then took it to the tip of his nose to sniff, closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "What kind of shampoo do you use? What does it smell like?" It smells so good?"

Lin Qingran was shocked and speechless: Why did this person become so stupid all of a sudden, what can he use to wash his hair, what else can he use besides bath beans?

Facing Shang Yunzheng's scorching obsidian gaze, a hot breath began to permeate the air.

Lin Qingran's face turned red again, and she stretched out her hand to grab the hair in Yun Zheng's hand. Seeing him avoiding it, she couldn't help pouting, and called out: "Yun Zheng!"

As soon as the voice came out, she regretted it herself. The voice was so sweet that it was about to drip out honey. It was not solemn at all, but rather coquettish.

Sure enough, Yun Zheng's gaze was deep and deep, like a wolf with green light. The next second, her lips were blocked by his soft lips, and the man still shouted in a low voice: "Xiao Ran... Xiao Ran..." Dyeing..." It seems like thousands of years of waiting, the expectation of searching hard.

The hoarse voice of a cello, full of masculine body odor, compared with the kiss before the meal, this kiss is full of aggression...

Lin Qingran could not help but tremble for a long time, limp and powerless, she shouted annoyed and ashamed: "Yun Zheng!"

In the small flower hall, two figures overlapped, the woman's cooing and the man's panting made the faces of the loyal maids guarding the door turn redder, they glanced at each other, and retreated away without a trace a little distance.