Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

And the sleeping boy in the quilt struggled symbolically twice, and then let others play with him obediently like a smooth-haired shepherd dog.

Then, the finger continued to slide down the boy's neck all the way to his chest.

"His Royal Highness..." Ling Shi said, "Have you not woken up yet? I can't bear it any longer."

Fingers can feel Yan Ce's heartbeat through the quilt, and continue to slide.

"When I see Your Highness every day, I will have an urge so strong that I can hardly restrain it." Seeing that Yan Ce did not respond, Ling Shi smiled again, "It wasn't that strong, but now the more I endure it, the more I feel. Annoyed."

"It should be your fault, Your Highness Ce."

The flat voice began to reveal a trace of indescribable sweetness.

"so--"

"I want you to die, I beg you, can you die once!"

The woman's fingers clenched her fist and "gently" touched the boy's stomach through a layer of bedding.

Because of the armor +1 attribute of the quilt, and the woman deliberately kept her hands, Yan Ce would not leave any scars that caused violence, but it would be very painful.

It hurts like hell.

"Now, get out of here, or I'll kill you!"

"vomit--"

Yan Ce woke up instantly from his sleep in pain, grabbed the woman's arm, and vomited all over the floor, almost pouring out his stomach. The last drop of wine returned to nature by how it went in and how it came out, instead of Use the vital organs of the boy to go straight down the current for three thousand feet.

Throwing up so much that there was nothing to spit out, Yan Ce lay down on the bed and throbbed, this punch almost knocked out the final product of the wine.

Looking at the roof, I seem to see Mr. Lu and Mr. Niu, who are often pressed under the coffin board, fighting the landlord in the sky.

His lips twitched several times, his dull eyes gradually recovered, and his voice could not make a loud sound.

"His Royal Highness accidentally hit her spleen and stomach just now, please be more careful next time." Ling Shi said, with a sincere and sweet smile on his lips, as if he had completed some kind of revenge.

"You still have the nerve to open your eyes and talk nonsense." Yan Ce squinted, covered his severely injured stomach, and shouted in a low voice, "Why did I mess with you, you broke into the son's bedroom at night and attacked me at night, how much you love me!! !"

"..."

After being silent for a long while, Meichang's eyes narrowed with a particularly oppressive force. At this moment, Miss Lingshi seemed to be suppressing something, or brewing something.

"My lord's bedroom? Oh, my lord's bedroom... Please useless Your Royal Highness the Crown Princess to take a look at the difference between the room of my minister and His Royal Highness Fusu? Then please use your impoverished cleverness to think about why I 'love' you so much ?” Ling Shi said indifferently.

Think calmly and analyze carefully.

This is the Taoist proposition.

and so--

A little cold sweat broke out on Yan Ce's forehead, and when he finally woke up with a punch, he realized the seriousness of the problem.

The layout of the room is similar to that of Qin Wangzheng's inner house. A large number of piles of books are arranged on the bookshelf, carving knives and brushes are placed on the desk, and a few light-colored coats are hung on the screen at the door of the bedroom. There are no flowers and plants that divert the mood, or expensive decorations.

Although he seldom enters Fusu's bedroom, he still knows that a room with such a cold tone and filled with the capable characteristics of a white-collar woman must not belong to Fusu. This kind of girl who is in harmony between youthful and mature will not Choose this cold room.

Wrong way?

Yan Ce rubbed his painful stomach, looked at the sleeping student Fusu, turned his head and forcefully explained: "No, according to the theory of relativity proposed by Aristotle, everything is relative. Say, I went wrong.

But compared to me, Yan Ce, I actually did not go wrong, it was clear that the room went to my side by mistake.

So, the fault is this bedroom, what does it have to do with me, Yan Ce. "

"..."

Miss Ling Shi was startled for a moment, a rare moment of astonishment.

Subsequently, the scornful gaze of looking at the trash is now colder.

The strong S eyes that can make Shaking M excited, but Yan Ce still belongs to the ranks of normal people, and he will only feel uncomfortable about it. In a sense, this slut is still his rival in love, does it matter?

The boy has successfully degenerated to the point where the mere existence can cause Miss Ling to be allergic. She couldn't help but feel the desire to kill, and let the allergies disappear from the root.

Ling Shi forcibly suppressed her anger, and relying on her ability, she forcibly rose to the position of Qin Wang's confidant step by step. Her calligraphy was only inferior to Ting Wei's. The humanistic quality of being able to write a good handwriting in this era is not low.

What's more, she also majored in legalism, focused on the law, and dabbled in other theories, how could she be confused by Yan Ce.

"Similar to the sophistry of famous writers, it's really wonderful."

After finishing speaking coldly, the rag was thrown violently on Yan Ce's face by Miss Lingshi, as if the sleeping Highness Fusu was being treated as air, slowly crawled to the edge of the bed like a female ghost on a horror film set, and knelt on the bed.

Before Yan Ce could cry out, the next moment, the woman's hand grabbed Yan Ce's throat, put her knee between the opponent's legs, and pushed him down on the bed. Critical state.

To deal with this kind of sophist, you just need to make him shut up that annoying mouth.

The cold smile became more and more charming.

Especially when seeing His Highness the disgusting young master Ce struggling hard but unable to do anything.

第180五章 stay night

In the middle of the night, it was as quiet as the surroundings.

After being forcibly pushed down on the bed by a terrified woman, Yan Ce tried to break free from the hand on his neck with a terrified expression.

It's like being immersed in the deep sea, the only choice is to keep sinking, so that the jet-black hair hangs straight down, the jet-black pupils narrow slightly, the jet-black...