Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

How could Chu Yanting not feel it?

He himself felt crazy. In this situation, he was obviously angry, so angry that he almost went crazy, but his body was still able to...

Chu Yanting bit his lip, unable to refute.

"Why is your Majesty silent?"

"Ok?"

Chu Yanting's lips became straighter, almost forming a straight line.

What can he say?

Nan Qiao raised the corners of his mouth, bent down, pinched Chu Yanting's cheeks almost tenderly, and moved closer.

The distance was reduced little by little, until the bridge of the nose was touching, and the breath was around him. Nan Qiao rubbed Chu Yanting's face affectionately, as tenderly as water, but there was an invisible darkness in his eyes.

Chu Yanting watched, his heart sinking more and more.

Nan Qiao finally kissed Chu Yanting's soft lips: "Your Majesty, enjoy it."

"Perhaps after a while, His Majesty will be willing to have a heart-to-heart talk with me."

After saying that, Nan Qiao released his hand from holding Chu Yanting's face and walked around behind him.

Chu Yanting weakly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling like a butterfly spreading its wings and about to fly.

Just as Nan Qiao said, the brush she chose has a holder made of fine Hetian jade with a warm luster. Every inch is carved with exquisite patterns and the concave and convex texture is extremely rich.

But no matter how gentle jade is, it is a lifeless thing, so how can it be compared to human skin.

Therefore, just after the contact, Chu Yanting's body was already covered with a layer of down, as uneasy as its owner.

The skin is exposed to the air, and unconsciously, it has become cold. Fortunately, the clothes on Chu Yanting's upper body were intact, which still left him with a layer of warmth.

But after a while, the slightly cool skin gradually warmed up.

The cold and hard touch passed through the calf and knee socket, and gradually moved up along the lines of the human body.

Chu Yanting's breath suddenly stopped, and his eyes instantly became moist. Then, he gradually became unable to bite his lips, and several muffled groans escaped his mouth uncontrollably.

He was forbearing, but Nan Qiao was not kind enough to let him go.

"How do you feel, Your Majesty?" Nan Qiao laughed hoarsely, lustfully, "Do you still like it?"

As expected, there was no response.

Nan Qiao didn't care. He still held the brush in his hand. He supported the table with his other hand and leaned down to Chu Yanting's ear.

"Speaking of which, this brush is about the same thickness as my finger."

"I wonder which one Your Majesty prefers?"

Chu Yanting didn't even care to answer, nor did he have the intention to answer. In his daze, he just bit his teeth on his crimson lips, and then left an obvious tooth mark unbearably.

"It seems that Your Majesty likes writing brushes more." Seeing that Chu Yanting did not answer, Nan Qiao took it upon himself to make a choice for him.

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, in comparison, in terms of hardness, my fingers cannot compare with jade. In terms of exquisiteness, my fingers also lack a few patterns. Even in terms of length, I am inferior."

"Your Majesty, as a king, is used to seeing good things, so he should look down on my ordinary hands."

"Really, Your Majesty?"

Nan Qiao gently rubbed the warm and soft skin on the back of Chu Yanting's neck with his teeth and pressed.

Chu Yanting shuddered again.

"Nan Qiao...stop..." Chu Yanting's voice was trembling, vague, and seemed to be stained with water.

"No..." Nan Qiao seemed to comfort a wayward child, "Your Majesty is obviously not satisfied yet, how can you stop?"

"Nan Qiao, that's enough, stop." Chu Yanting squeezed out a few words from his throat one by one.

Nan Qiao stopped moving.

"Then your Majesty, do you want to tell me the reason for your anger?"

"... "

"Ha..." Nan Qiao grabbed Chu Yanting and the back of his neck, pulled it back, and forced Chu Yanting to turn his head in a lying position. In Chu Yanting's slightly hazy sight, he smiled coldly: "Since If you don’t want to say it, then Your Majesty will never say it again.”

After saying that, he tapped another acupuncture point on Chu Yanting's body. Then he grabbed Chu Yanting's waist, used his arms to lift him up from the table.

Chu Yanting's gaze suddenly rose, and Chu Yanting was startled. He thought Nan Qiao was going to the dormitory, but for a moment, there was no reaction.

But the next moment, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

Nan Qiao actually walked towards the window.

"..." Nan Qiao! You stop!

Chu Yanting wanted to stop her and opened his mouth, but found that he could not make any sound at all.

what happened!

In a daze, he suddenly remembered that Nan Qiao fell on his back just now.

Nan Qiao tapped his dumb hole!

Unable to speak or move, Chu Yanting could only watch helplessly as Nan Qiao carried him to the window.

He could only be thankful now that the weather was a little cold today, so he didn't open the window.

Feeling cold, Nan Qiao had already placed him on the windowsill, with his back leaning against the window, while she stood between his legs.

Chu Yanting looked at Nan Qiao in horror, but Nan Qiao smiled softly and gently waved the brush in front of Chu Yanting's eyes, still holding the brush in her hand.

The water stains on the brush reflected a bit of light under the reflection of the light.

"I'll give your Majesty a quarter of an hour. If your Majesty can't do it..."

The smile on Nan Qiao's lips deepened a little more.

He put his hand on the window behind him. The window was not closed very tightly. As soon as his hand touched it, there was a soft "squeak" sound.

This is the window of the main palace. People come and go in the palace outside the door. If it is pushed open, the consequences...

Chu Yanting's pupils shrank severely, and he almost didn't dare to imagine

"Then this window can't be closed."

Even if Nan Qiao stopped his hand, the shaky window still maintained a closed posture.

How could it be possible? Chu Yanting felt bitter in his heart.

In this situation, he couldn't mobilize his emotions at all. Even the previous enthusiasm had cooled down. How could he... within a quarter of an hour...

"..." Don't be here.

Chu Yanting looked at Nan Qiao almost pleadingly.

"I can't read lips, Your Majesty." Nan Qiao shook his head slightly, and the words that came out of his mouth were extremely cruel: "Then I will start. Your Majesty, you have to work hard."

"…"no! Can't!

...

The body gradually began to heat up again.

But under such circumstances, how could he not be nervous, so...

Time passed by minute by minute.

"There are still thirty breaths left, Your Majesty, please work harder..." Nan Qiao urged in Chu Yanting's ear, her voice was hoarse and low, very nice to hear, but in Chu Yanting's ears, it sounded like evil. It’s like a curse that seduces people’s souls and threatens their lives.

"…"don't want!

Chu Yanting's eyes widened, and his body instantly became more nervous.

Nan Qiao's red lips opened and closed slightly: "Five, four, three, two..."

"one."

"It's a pity... Your Majesty didn't do it, then..." Nan Qiao put his hand on the window, trying to push it away.

"…"don't want!

Listening to the squeaking sound of the door panels behind him, Chu Yanting shouted silently.

A cold wind blows.

However, with the windows closed, there is no chance of wind.

The body tensed up instantly.

Then, it was as if firecrackers exploded in his body, and thunder suddenly appeared in his ears. Chu Yanting's eyes were filled with brilliant white light, and he could neither see nor hear anything clearly.

Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, and his body was completely exhausted.

"Don't...Nan Qiao...don't..."

Chu Yanting softened his body and fell weakly into Nan Qiao's arms.

The window behind is still the same as before, tightly closed without leaving any gaps.

Frightened, Chu Yanting couldn't recover for a moment, and could only keep mumbling, begging Nan Qiao for mercy.

Nan Qiao lifted the person off the window sill and put him in his arms. He gently stroked Chu Yanting's back with his arms, soothing him when he was about to collapse.

Feeling the force coming from behind, Chu Yanting regained his composure, and then he hugged Nan Qiao's waist, wrapping her tightly around her like a little beast seeking a sense of security.