Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 603 The Prime Minister’s Sick Beauty (93)

Rong Yan held the open notebook in his hand, and his face turned red every time he glanced at it.

The young man's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were moist, making it impossible to hold back.

He You half leaned on the soft couch, full of smiles.

She glanced at the storybook and remembered her short lines almost.

He cleared his throat again, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

"Do you know you're playing with fire?"

With a blushing face, Rong Yan slightly looked away.

His long eyelashes trembled, and his voice was slightly tense, a little unnatural.

"leave me alone."

He moved closer to him again, gently raised Rong Yan's chin with his fingertips, and slowly stroked the cool skin of the young man with his fingertips.

She snorted: "Playing hard to get? Very good, you have successfully caught my attention."

Rong Yan tensed up and stepped back.

Although flustered and ashamed, Rong Yan still didn't forget the lines he was supposed to say.

"I will not surrender to you."

He smiled slowly again, touched Rong Yan's cheek, and was satisfied to see that even the neck of the young man was red.

"You annoying little goblin."

Well, this is the truth.

She moved closer, and gently opened the young man's skirt with her fingertips, her white collarbone was slightly red.

Rong Yan curled up her fingertips, and closed her eyes impatiently.

The young man's cheeks were flushed, even the end of his eyes were dyed a little bright, his clothes were messy, and he had a fragile beauty.

He You's eyes were shining again, and he pursed his lips.

The slightly cool fingertips touched the youth's lustrous skin, causing shudders one by one, Rong Yan's whole body tensed up in an instant, and his fingers rested on He You's wrist.

His voice was low and hoarse, trembling slightly.

"Enough, enough."

He smiled again, his fingers still clutching his collar.

"A Yan, your words don't count. You agreed to finish this part."

Rong Yan's lips were bright red, and her eyes were slightly moist.

He stretched out his hand to hold He You's waist, and his voice was soft.

"Isn't it uncomfortable?"

He blinked again, not knowing why.

"It's not uncomfortable."

She is very excited now, anxious to treat the little beauty like this.

Rong Yan suddenly bent his lips.

The young man's lips were red and full, and his eyes were slightly bent when he curled his lips into a smile, revealing his pure beauty.

"Then don't cry."

He hadn't reacted yet, he just felt that someone was holding his waist, and the next moment he was already being crushed under his body.

She stared blankly at Rong Yan and frowned.

She wants to be the active one.

Rong Yan bent her lips and smiled, her soft lips brushed against hers, her voice was slow.

When is the next time?

Tears welled up in the corners of He You's eyes, and Rong Yan lowered his brows and kissed her gently.

"Don't cry, huh?"

If he still had the strength, He You would definitely come over and hammer him.

Who made her look like this now!

It was late at night, and the candles were slowly burning to the last sliver.

She frowned angrily: "I will never provoke you again."

After all, she is the only one who suffers.

What a loss, what a loss!
Rong Yan bent his lips and pulled her into his arms.

His voice was soft, with the slightest hint of a smile, resounding in He You's ears.

"Then I'll provoke you."

Anyway, every time I tease it right.

He still didn't know that Rong Yan could see through her now, she rubbed against his neck sleepily, and fell asleep soundly.

With soft brows and eyes, Rong Yan gently kissed her cheek.

The young man's eyebrows were bent, his eyes sparkled with light, and his smile was light and gentle.

(End of this chapter)