After dressing as a female match, I counterattacked

Chapter 445 She said: "Because of your face!"

Having been with him for a long time, Zhiyun can quickly understand what he said.

When looking up...

When Zhiyun heard these words, his mind was filled with images of being in bed...

She raised her rosy lips, reached his armpit, and pinched him, "Can you be more serious."

"Zhizhi's legs are wrapped around me..."

Zhiyun covered his mouth, his beautiful eyes widened, "Also!"

"Ah…"

His mouth was covered by her hand, even if he couldn't speak, he could still laugh, his starry pupils were full of smiles, when the corners of his mouth moved up, Zhiyun felt his palms itch.

Withdrawing her hand, the thin shirt on her shoulders fell down again. She was very thin, but she was well-proportioned. This had a lot to do with self-management.

A piece of collarbone was exposed, and there was a profound change in his eyes.

Lowering his head slightly, his lips seemed to be kissing her shoulder, Zhiyun avoided it easily.

There was shrewdness in her eyes, and the corners of her lips were raised high: "Han, Qing, Rang,"

The tone of each word is like a drop of water on a calm lake, creating beautiful ripples in circles, and like a cat, gently scratching Han Qingrang's heart with its paws.

Itching intolerable.

Her finger pointed at his chest, drawing circles little by little, and stopped when she reached his neck: "Doctor Han, I have to say that you have the capital to bring disaster to the country and the people, but I think, if you Born in ancient times, you must have died early."

"why?"

"Because of your face!"

"Ok?"

Zhiyun said slowly: "The subjects will not allow you to confuse the country like this." Zhiyun narrowed Xinghai's eyes slightly, "You really look like a fairy, how can you be so seductive in this world? man."

"what--"

With a flip, Zhiyun was crushed on the bed.

The big bed slumped heavily, Zhiyun raised his neck...

It was at this moment that Han Qing made Ai miserable with her posture.

"Weaving."

He leaned down and brought his lips close to her cheek.

Zhiyun lay still: "Shall we dance together?" She was actively inviting him.

He didn't answer yes or no, but expressed his meaning with actions.

The long arms crossed her waist, hugged her, clasped her fingers tightly with one hand, made her turn around when pushing her out, and then turned back into his arms, just in the blink of an eye.

Zhiyun just wanted to invite him to dance on the spur of the moment.

She didn't expect that he would cooperate with her so much, and actually danced with her.

Of course it's not a real dance, not even a waltz, because Han Qingrang can only take two steps away from her.

When being crushed on the bed again, Zhiyun looked up at the ceiling.

I thought, he is so good at seducing and torturing people, no wonder there is such a sentence: From now on, the king will not go to court early.

These words describe Zhiyun's mood at the moment, it is really suitable.

**
The next day.

early morning.

Zhiyun sat gracefully at the dining table and drank freshly ground soymilk, it was slightly hot, Han Qing asked to take it away once, she picked it up again, couldn't help it, it was too fragrant, and she was so hungry.

I didn't eat anything last night, and I was tired of being with him all the time, so it's no wonder I wasn't hungry.

Drinking soy milk, she saw Teng Qianqian from Lai Teng Mansion.

Teng Qianqian knew that Zhiyun lived in Tengfu last night, so she came to meet her this morning, and saw Zhiyun sitting there without any makeup, her black hair tied up with a wooden tea needle.

(End of this chapter)