Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The silent response lasted a long time.

Yan Ce asked again: "Do you have anything you want to do? As a person named Zhang Zifang."

"..."

Zifang, who made an appointment to continue studying tomorrow, returned to the small but cold mansion with doubts.

"Do you remember what you had to do? You are a nobleman in Korea."

This is a reminder from the elders from inside the house.

The dirty girl didn't know why she suddenly thought of the prince, hesitated for a second, but still respectfully saluted as usual.

"……Yes."

……

The back door of the institute.

Miss Lingshi leaned against the door and threw a piece of cloth to cover his face, "Are you proud of bullying children?"

"I was very happy playing with her for a day." Yan Ce wiped off his sweat and said, "Although the nobles of all countries have souls bound by family hatred, she is different. The little face that wants to give up but persists is so cute. It's..."

"Talk to me after you have vented the lust in your lower body."

She gave Yan Ce a sideways look, turned and left.

Chapter 590 Why Are You So Skilled?

As Yan Ce expected, after playing with the little classmate Zifang, the popularity of the prince's gossip dissipated quickly, and it didn't have any impact on Yan Ce. The juvenile gossip is so hot, no matter how bad the gossip is, it will be in the back row. Is the attribute of a married woman very rare, Yan Ce has a wide range of sexual interests, shouldn't it be normal to be proficient in up, middle and down postures?

Most civilians regard this matter as a topic of conversation after dinner without deliberate guidance of public opinion.

Yan Ce is a good wife, is this black material?Obviously it's lace.

General Wang Jian, who had few blemishes in his life, also loved wives just like his son Ce.

The popularity of public opinion in Xianyang has spread from Yan Ce to the retired old people, and with the help of news dealers, the nobles and the common people have achieved the first spiritual win-win in their lives. After that, General Qin's blood pressure is so high that he wants to bleed out.

And behind the scenes, the little classmate Ovary turned around and woke up with pain all over his body.

The walking posture is very unnatural.

The eyes of the clansmen looked at a girl who had been defiled by the prince, with sympathy and pity.

She left the breathless mansion without any arguments.

The privilege of being an honor student and a weak student allows Zifang to freely enter and leave the non-confidential area of ​​the institute most of the time, but this does not mean that she can boldly challenge the rules, for example, she must never be late.

"Forgot something?"

The girl's mind was spinning, trying to recall every frame of yesterday's images from the mixed memories, and then lifted the boots and put them on her feet with great effort. If she was forced to go to the ground again, she would not be touched by the prince so embarrassingly up.

Walking to the main entrance of the research institute, looking up, the prince who taught her so well yesterday came into view.

...Too tired, I forgot the follow-up of the framing plan!

Obviously, the interception situation in front of him was a bit unexpected to Zifang.

"Prince, are you waiting for me?"

"Correct."

Yan Ce stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "You are so sore now, and your efficiency in class is so low that you might as well take a rest. Don't worry, even if you want to rest, you will never go near the experimental field again."

While speaking, he gently held the girl's finger that was protruding cautiously, and pulled it into the library of the research institute.

It seems that there has been an experience before, and this time the girl was not so vigilant when she reached out her hand.

Just after entering the library, Zifang pressed his back against the door nervously, and asked uncomfortably, "Your Highness, it's a little dark here."

"Are you afraid of the dark?"

"...not afraid."

It’s not scary if it’s just dark. Ovary’s aristocratic quality makes her unable to open her mouth to express her emotions in an uncomfortable low-light environment, which is the aristocratic version of a dead duck with a hard mouth.

but--

Now that Yan Ce is locking the door, how can a decent person not be afraid!

"Your Highness..."

Ovary was so tense that her legs couldn't help tightening to the inside, and the taboo scenes flashed in her mind one after another. She was not ready to die in martyrdom.

No, the prince might not be a lustful person who preys on girls, after all, he is a wife-controlling man.

Or the evil spirit who specially picks on the fiancée of his friend.

The light from the window gap refracts on the round mirror on the wooden table, and she can see the milky white skin of the face, exuding a hazy light red.

Then, Yan Ce walked straight past the girl, and lit a few lamps casually, filling the library with bright light and shadow.

"Do you have any books that you want to read?"

he asked softly.

The voice that sounded like a brother next door made her let go of some of her defenses for an instant, and then thought of her wild thoughts, and a sense of shame surged to her head in an instant.