Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Stupid." She dissatisfied: "Do you still want to be seen by more people?"

"...I don't really mind."

Miss Lingshi looked at his expression and showed a condescending and dangerous smile.

"The beast really has the sense of shame that no one should have. I have already seen this in your body. Shut up from now on."

Seeing her irritated reaction, Yan Ce couldn't help recalling the almost suffocating kiss that day, which had an extraordinary impact on her. The other party said that he didn't care, but in fact he seemed to care.

"Also, stop fantasizing."

She said coldly:

"Or, you can stop your pathetic delusions about innocent women now, and if you want to live a toy-like life for the rest of your life, you can continue to provoke me."

The reprimand without any room can be regarded as dragging Yan Ce's memories into reality. After all, her shyness decorated with indifference will never be shown to outsiders... The harsh words now are probably the special expression of dissatisfaction of this terrifying iceberg cat Way.

This is a symbol of friendship, a chapter praising the beauty of youth...

Even Yan Ce himself couldn't convince himself of such a way of fooling children.

Whose friendship is maintained by wet kisses, pure children will not believe that there is pure friendship between men and women, the current situation is that the younger they are, the more proficient they are in the strike-up skills of entering and leaving other people's lives.

Yes, this is the perfect life of a primary school student, embarking on a path of no return to be a winner at a young age.

Yan Ce's reaction was to restrain himself in time. After thinking about it, this indifferent big cat who has ordered the mind reading skill will definitely choose to find a small forest to do something horrific... in the literal sense.

Yan Ce took her fingers and squeezed them, "Stop, the back of my neck hurts."

Miss Lingshi gave him a sideways look, and withdrew her hand from his palm.

Rationality told her not to be influenced by Yan Ce's every move. This is an irrational behavior, but in fact Yan Ce is always noisy and makes Wang Ting restless for a moment. His understanding of youth and his understanding of the pattern... It all changes over time, and the tolerance limit expands a little bit with it.

However, the beautiful scene she saw not long ago flashed again in her mind.

On the snow-white sheets, the prince and the emperor hugged each other.

The bad picture made her slightly relieved mood sink to the bottom, and her eyes were a little more cold.

"..."

Miss Ling Shi walked into Wang Ting's library, and she hooked her fingers at Yan Ce who stopped at the door, and she said as she walked, "Get out."

"Why didn't you crawl in?" Yan Ce asked "sincerely".

"Okay, I'll cut off your limbs, and you will show me crawling with your tongue."

Miss Lingshi's cold voice came, and the person had already walked inside, opened the door, and walked to the deep bookshelf.

Yan Ce shrugged and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"The idea of ​​a caring person is nothing more than to arouse the conflict between you and the prince, and the plan must be carried out around this point. A crude and easy-to-understand strategy may not be ineffective. Your majesty knows it, the prince knows it, and you know it too."

"Chujun took this opportunity to lead the army back home with 'sorrow and anger', and His Majesty chose to let it go and take the opportunity to observe the courtiers. You can't stop Chujun and Your Majesty in public or private, so there is only one choice, procrastination."

Yan Ce realized instantly, and said, "Find the recent arrangement of the Great Wall Corps, find something for the army to do, let Fusu get busy first, and then slowly eliminate the influence of the rumors and delay the time."

"The biggest problem is that the reason for the delay has to be valid, at least reasonable," she said.

The lingering sound fell, and the library was quiet for a few minutes.

Yan Ce said: "I forget which sage said that every woman is a book, which can be read for a lifetime."

The index finger that brushed the number of the classics froze for a moment and then returned to normal. She gently stroked the hair on her forehead to one side, "That's an interesting statement."

Yan Ce sat aside, "Your Majesty is a history book, grand and sacred, Fusu is a poem book, gentle and long, sir is a real book, saving the country and the people..."

He lowered his eyes, and his eyes were filled with the slender and slender legs under the formal suit, making Miss Shi reach out to a scroll of letters engraved with gold inscriptions. The traces of pale powder finally slipped into the white and tender skin under the neck.

At this moment, with her back facing Yan Ce, in order to reach the top shelf of the bookshelf, she supported the bookshelf with one hand, and stretched the other hand upwards, with her toes slightly tipped up, revealing her shapely waist.

And the heat in the room, which has been sealed for a long time, clings to the thin layer of cool formal clothes on the woman's body, bringing a sense of sticky wrapping, and at the same time unexpectedly outlines the hidden body curves on the inside, which is touching.

"Oh, what book am I?"

"Miscellaneous books."

Yan Ce replied.

With a "snap", a scroll of letters hit the young man's chest, with an elegant posture, accompanied by eternal indifference, she turned her head and blew the dust off her fingertips.

"Complicated."

"..."

She turned her head and wiped away the sweat.

Chapter 610 Hot Summer Day

"Your head is as hopeless as ever," said Miss Lingshi.

At this moment, the woman is sitting next to the newly purchased seat. Because of the hot summer, her legs are slightly crossed and placed on the small bench in the corner, stretched slightly, and her white and tender skin is exposed under the light golden light. in the air.

The ventilation effect of the library in the old-fashioned building was extremely poor, and His Majesty the Emperor did not come to the library very often. Over time, the library that was not valued was basically reduced to a warehouse, just more elegant.

Miss Lingshi was facing Yan Ce, her hair was wet with sweat, sticking to both sides of her cheeks like ink, she stretched out her fingers to wrap around her hair to squeeze out a little moisture.

"come here."