Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Slowly, he leaned forward.

until they come together.

"Um……"

The black-haired woman did not continue to close her eyes as Yan Ce advised before, but opened them with a smile flashing from the corners of her eyes.

The lips that were stained with water seemed to have a sweet taste, but also a little special softness.

Time came to a standstill, and Xia Chan's voice stopped for a moment.

The girl who attacked the young man vaguely sensed something, and raised her head suspiciously, but the girl prince, whose physical fitness was already below average, didn't notice anything, she shook her head and showed a helpless smile.

"!!!"

Yan Ce's heartbeat couldn't help speeding up, and he moved his oblique gaze to His Majesty as much as possible.

Very flustered, he is at the highest point of Xianyang City, a place of romance and majesty where the scenery of the whole city can be seen——

Kiss the emperor.

No matter who has witnessed all this, they will deny the scene received by the double pupils and become Mo De's rational tools.

"……call."

Without further exploration, quietly conveying unspeakable emotions in a human way.

Enjoying the tranquility of being alone, she has fully understood Yan Ce's little thoughts, but she doesn't want to point them out.

It is a boy's nature to like stimulation, and there is no way to over-restrain it.

"Your Majesty, the chance you said counts."

Yan Ce didn't immerse himself in the warmth enough to make him lose his composure, but determined the relationship and broke through the gates that had finally broken through part of the defense.

If the emperor said, "I was teasing you just now", and Yan Cejiang died suddenly, it can probably be described as a form of sudden death of "I will die on the spot for you to see".

"..."

There is only a slight distance between the cheeks, and after the brief contact across the distance is released, there is still a little crystal water on the upturned lips.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the rhythm of breathing is slightly accelerated.

Take a short break.

She didn't answer Yan Ce's question, but said lightly, "Very skilled."

Yan Ce's expression was stiff, but what she didn't expect was that she would say this when she let go of her lips.

The evaluation in the emperor's mouth is at least 99% gold, and the feedback evaluation used is beyond imagination. If it refers to any other aspects, Yan Ce must be secretly proud for a second, but "very skilled" is a bit advanced Unpredictable taste, no matter how he responds, he will die.

If His Majesty spoke very unfamiliar words, he might be a little safer...

Turning his head slightly, his lips were a little red in the sun, shining with a moving luster.

The lingering sound of the wind sings here...

"Some things, I will only say once, if you are not sure, don't blame me."

Deep in Yan Ce's heart was agitated, "So, it's really not the kind of cakes to fill one's hunger."

"In your eyes, is Zhen the kind of person who doesn't keep promises? Little prince..."

The joking address made Yan Ce extremely awkward.

"No."

"Okay, I'll finish it soon, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with."

When everyone's attention is not on the royal court, after all other people see it, it is... not very good.

The moment the voice fell, as if responding to the boy's thoughts, the woman blocked his lips without waiting for Yan Ce to wake up from the surprise.

This time, far more sober and profound than every time in the past.

Chapter 620 Daily life, see daily life again

Walking down the stone steps full of thoughts, the warm touch on the corners of his lips vaguely remained, Yan Ce's mood can only be described as wonderful, perhaps because it is too deep, the memories in his head are played back frame by frame.

There is a sense of haste in my heart to speed up the time to "eat" before Fusu returns to the royal court.

From the seamless contact of lips to the blending of breathing, there is both tension and an inexplicable excitement, but the emperor found an excuse to go back to the palace to deal with the remaining mess, and giving the opportunity does not mean that he can make progress.

Therefore, Yan Ce could only give up the fantasy of creating a miracle of life.

Yan Ce turned his eyes and saw Miss Ling Shi leaning on the railing in the corridor not far from His Highness.

Her legs hang down naturally, with the toes hanging an inch above the ground. The cross-shaped straps on the top of the women's sandals wrap her feet. The completely exposed white and tender insteps are faintly visible in the sun. She is dressed in a snow-white shirt and tight mid-length trousers. It looks more beautiful than usual.

The woman looks up at the sky.

The clouds stopped in the sky, the glow pierced through the gaps in the clouds, and the snow-white profile was reflected in the pale gold, as if aware of Yan Ce's gaze, he tilted his head slightly to one side, and moved his eyes to meet his gaze.

What came out of the eyes was looking at garbage, the lips were closed, and a single sound of unknown meaning came out of the throat.

Yan Ce greeted calmly: "Good morning."

"..."