Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Ting Wei flicked his sleeves and fanned out a cool breeze.

Yan Ce was puzzled and said, "Mr. Fei, she is your classmate."

She smiled and said, "Who would feel sorry for breaking a statue that everyone keeps a distance from, respects, and fears?"

Speaking of this, she organized her words and cleared her voice: "It's just that I didn't expect that someone as proud as her would be willing to entrust the inheritance of Wen Dao to other people one day. I can see that Han Fei cares about you very much." .”

"..."

The woman making tea at the side stopped moving her fingers for a second, turned her head slightly, and glanced over, as if hearing some interesting news, she turned around quickly, crushed a few dried petals, and sprinkled hot water.

"She has never been afraid of death in the past, but she can bow her head for you at a critical moment. To be honest, I didn't expect it."

It seemed that Wei Ting admired Han Fei very much, Yan Ce said calmly: "You don't want to take the place of Mr., why are you talking about this?"

"I have different political views from her. Apart from that, I have no selfish hatred. There is no need to belittle Han Fei and lift me up. What's more, what she and I want is an extremely powerful empire."

"Chujun suddenly returned to the country, and Xianyang may be in turmoil." Ting Wei looked out the window at the flowing clouds, "Everything is just as His Highness assumed. The guards of the four gates of Xianyang assembled their troops early and carried out activities in the name of military exercises. Chu Jun may not be able to reach Hangu Pass, the prince's chance of winning is relatively small."

You're being polite, the odds are small?That's called no good at all!If one of the four barriers in Xianyang is broken, Yan Ce goes straight to Xianyang prison and enters the small black room to spend the wonderful time of depravity, not to mention all four barriers are broken, and the posture CG has to be unlocked.

And His Majesty will definitely not compete with the Crown Prince for the ownership of a "toy". There is less than a 1% probability that he will take time to maintain it to prevent it from breaking. Based on the current situation, there is a 99% probability that Yan Ce will choose to blacken it.

"The fact that Xianyang is not in turmoil means that Chu Jun has not yet led the army into the pass, and you still have a chance to save everything or destroy everything."

Tingwei dipped his fingers in some tea, and drew out several possibilities on the case table.

"Of course you can give up the choice. Maybe Han Fei will be cleaned up as the mastermind behind the scenes. Maybe the prince will choose to remove the stones blocking the way. Maybe nothing will stop him."

As soon as the words fell, she stood up and bowed to leave.

"There is not much time, and the officials are panic-stricken. Your Highness, please make a decision as soon as possible. If you need anything, you can call me at any time."

Before leaving, Ting Wei reminded: "Your Majesty does not mind if you take the throne of God."

"..."

Yan Ce put both hands on the desk to hold the teacup, and remained silent.

Seeing the young man's melancholy and troubled eyes, Miss Lingshi raised the small red clay pot,

The tea fell gracefully into the young man's teacup.

She stared at Yan Ce and stroked his smooth chin, but Yan Ce didn't respond to this, just lowered his head in a daze.

"This pot is boiling water, isn't it hot?"

"Fuck!"

Hastily let go of the teacup, his hands were hot red, Yan Ce's eyes overflowed with resentment in despair.

"Too much."

"Ice water can't be soaked."

She bent down and sat beside the boy, grabbed his hand, and rubbed it twice with her index finger.

Seeing Yan Ce gritted her teeth in pain, the woman lowered her head and pulled her long hair down her back, opened her lips, and blew.

As soon as the water vapor fell on the skin, it was itchy.

Yan Ce was so embarrassed that he wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't withdraw his grasped wrist at all.

Seeing Yan Ce's reaction, she squinted and said, "Although it may be difficult for you, please use your upper body to think."

The distance was as short as only a few tens of centimeters, and the boy could smell her faint tea fragrance lingering on her body.

Then, the mess of thoughts suddenly became... even more messy!

The touching face was still indifferent, but since then, it had acquired a soft taste.

Her eyes were full of impatience, and her slender eyelashes fluttered slightly when she lowered her head. The setting sun in midsummer leaked through the curtain and fell on her side face, and then the swaying shadows of branches and leaves blocked her soft expression for a moment under the sun.

She closed her mouth and looked up at Yan Ce.

But Yan Ce looked away and didn't respond.

Unexpectedly, she tilted her upper body slightly, her soft chest was lightly pressed against the boy's upper body, and she looked down from above, even though Yan Ce was one centimeter taller than her.

White fingers pressed Yan Ce's shoulder blades, and the nails sank a little into the skin, almost completely piercing in.

When Yan Ce protested, one hand supported the back of his head.

"..."

The breeze brushed the curtains on the window sills, and the gauze-like haze covered the respite of midsummer.

The passive position always made Yan Ce feel a little uncomfortable, the young man tried to pinch the woman's red earlobe, and in the next second, a murderous gaze pierced Yan Ce's body.

It seems that he can still experience the slight trembling of the upper and lower lips. Although there is still a long way to go before he is proficient, the warm stimulation is enough to make Yan Ce move from one kind of obsession to... another kind of obsession.

Let go, leaving a slightly wet trace, and soon, the traces of the lips evaporated.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, with a disapproving calmness.

"Are you awake?"

"Ah... um."