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Chapter 740 The Tsundere Prince Suffers & Forbears the Attack of the Guards (42)

When Jing Che returned to the Prince's Hall, Ye Musheng had already taken off her court clothes and changed into a pair of exquisite red plain clothes. Her long black hair was tied up high with a jade crown.

Begonias outside the bedroom are delicate and beautiful, with branches in full bloom. The teenagers in the courtyard have picturesque eyebrows, and the black hair and clothes are definitely fluttering in the wind. They hang down their eyes alone and eat the cakes on the jade plate. Eye-catching picture.

Looking at the picture in front of him, the helplessness and irritability in Jing Che's heart gradually dissipated, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and a gentle pampering appeared in his eyes.

This is His Highness...

Since His Highness doesn't like that position, after he settles the matter of the enemy, he will take His Highness to travel around the world and wantonly in the rivers and lakes.

Ye Musheng, who was sitting in the courtyard, heard footsteps, glanced at Jing Che's figure out of the corner of his eye, the corners of his lips raised slowly and quickly put down the pastry in his hand, propped his chin and looked at Jing Che with a smile and said, "I'm back."

"En." Walking in front of Ye Musheng, Jing Che nodded, his eyes touched the stone stool under Ye Musheng, he frowned slightly, bent down and hugged Ye Musheng into his arms.

Being picked up suddenly, Ye Musheng said in shock: "What are you doing?"

Looking down at Ye Musheng's sparkling peach blossom eyes, Jing Che said quite seriously, "If you don't feel well, don't sit on the stone stool."

He just asked His Highness last night, although it was only once, but it was the first time His Highness, there was still a little redness and swelling there.

This stone stool is cold and hard, if His Highness sits directly on it, the back will definitely be uncomfortable.

Knowing what Jing Che was alluding to, Ye Musheng was slightly taken aback, and suddenly thought of last night's frank words and deeds that she had drunk to get Jing Che to go crazy with her, her ears could not help but turn red, she snorted coldly, then bowed her head and shrank into Jing Che's arms middle.

Last night he was really...

Seeing Ye Musheng's reaction, Jing Che couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile, it turned out that His Highness also knew how to be shy.

Then Jing Che turned around and sat on the stone bench, gently hugged Ye Musheng into his arms, picked up a piece of pastry and handed it to his lips, and said, "Your Highness."

Glancing at the pastry from the corner of the eye, Ye Musheng was lying in Jing Che's arms, she didn't even bother to move her hands, she directly stretched her lips over, and opened her tender lips to enclose the light yellow sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

But Ye Musheng had osmanthus cake half in his mouth, and was not in a hurry to eat it. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Jing Che's neck, stood up, and met those half-bright star eyes.

"..." Seeing Ye Musheng's movements, Jing Che pursed his lips, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, why didn't His Highness eat it, what was he going to do?

But seeing Ye Musheng approaching him slowly in the next second, Jing Che's eyes were filled with surprise, and then he felt a soft touch on his lips.

Jing Che moved his lips, a little stunned, His Highness actually put the pastry on his lips with his lips, is... do you want to kiss him...

Seeing that Jing Che hadn't opened her lips yet, Ye Musheng couldn't speak, so she blinked her eyes, patted Jing Che on the shoulder, and signaled Jing Che to open her mouth quickly.

Since His Highness wants to kiss, he naturally has to cooperate with His Highness...

Gradually regaining consciousness, Jing Che quickly opened his lips and took the other half of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth. He also carefully stroked Ye Musheng's waist with his hands, stroking up, down, left, and right.

Sensing Jing Che's movements, Ye Musheng's bright eyes turned up slightly, and when his lips touched Jing Che's lips, he quickly rolled the crispy osmanthus cake with his tongue.

As time passed by, the soft, glutinous osmanthus cake gradually melted in the mouths of the two, and without the barrier of the osmanthus cake, the tip of their tongues touched each other lightly...

(End of this chapter)