Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"..."

This servant is talking nonsense.

Yan Ce took a deep look at the maid with a tense expression and nodded.

"I fell asleep."

Thank you for your cooperation, Your Highness Gongzice.

Shang Ji, who respectfully saluted in front of the young man, breathed a sigh of relief, all the terrifying scenes in his mind vanished, pulled up a faint smile, passed over the two princes, and cleaned up the debris left in front of the bookcase.

"My servant and others, we have to clean up the sundries, please forgive me, the two young masters."

As soon as he opened the closet and was about to clean Qin Wangzheng's thin uniforms, Shang Ji's indifferent smile was completely shattered.

Shang Ji: "!!!"

This is--

The light bite marks on the cuffs of the uniform and the traces of dried saliva, the light handprints and the pinched tiny folds on the hem of the Chinese clothes... It's a little bit obvious ah ah ah ah! ! !

calm down.

Your Highness Gongzice, did you lick the king once or rub it again? !

The taste and feel must be great.

Silently, she turned sideways to block the sight of Young Master Fusu, and Shang Ji closed the wardrobe as if nothing happened.

After that, Yan Ce and Shang Ji's eyelids jumped wildly at the same time.

The professionally trained good qualities made Shang Ji immediately start acting. She smiled stiffly: "Master Yan Ce, you are really going to be late."

Gongzice, get out of here, okay?

How much suspicious evidence did you leave behind this night? If you don't drag His Highness Fusu away, how can I help you to clean up the crime scene? I don't want to die young.

The ghost knows if there will be traces of the late night battle between King Qin and Gongzice in other places...

Don't all the boys know about moderation these days?

"Fusu, let's go, I miss Mr. Fei a little."

Okay, got it, I'll leave right now.

Yan Ce sensed that this Shang Ji was not the type that Miss Ling Shi was madly targeting at him, so she immediately grabbed Fu Su's little hand and pulled the half-pushed weak girl out of her mother's bedroom.

The teenager has special feelings for Fusu's mother, and he and Fusu are classmates and friends. The girl had become her fiancé by accident before, and she was suspected of talking to him to express her conflict.

At this moment, Yan Ce decided that it was extremely necessary for him to compensate Fusu, but he didn't know how to speak. Whenever the current balance was broken, the relationship between him and Ying Zheng, he and Fusu, Ying Zheng and Fusu would be chaotic in an instant. Let the royal court be turbulent according to the majestic melody.

The young man smiled and said, "Fu Su, let's go to class quickly. If you are late, Mr. Fei will be upset."

"You... miss Mr. Fei?"

"Well, I especially want to take Mr. Fei's class." Yan Ce nodded immediately.

Fusu frowned, biting her nails and always felt that something was wrong.

Do you want to take Mr. Fei's class, or do you want to take Mr. Fei's class?

obviously.

Fusu recalled the dream from last night.

The young man and the woman whose face could not be seen were on the edge of the bed, their ragged bodies fit tightly together, and the hug was so strong that they wanted to melt into his arms.In this way, in front of her, while stroking each other's skin, they kissed passionately and passionately.

The girl's heart was beating wildly, as if a bomb disguised as a stone was suddenly dropped on the unwavering lake of the ancient well, her mood began to stir, and Fusu's delicate body was a little warm.

To experience that kind of dream from the perspective of a bystander, it should be said that she should be in pain, but for some reason Fusu couldn't raise any strength to resist.

That strange feeling is indescribable, pain, sadness, discomfort, and a hint of looming stimulation.

Fusu's brows were furrowed, and he was slowly pulled by the young man. He walked side by side on the side of the tree-lined road. The broken shadows of the lush branches and leaves in midsummer just swayed on the top of the girl's hair. post.

Once again, recalling the dream of last night, countless fragments began to reorganize, and scenes flowed by, Fusu closed his eyes, and his breathing became slightly heavier.

Carefully recalling every detail, every movement, and the young man roaring like a real beast, he was still pressed by the woman's shoulders to the window edge.

Then, in front of her—

The lips, quiet, were even warmer than Fusu imagined, overlapping together.

Gradually, the cute and delicate face turned reddish, and the breathing became rapid.

Mr. Fei... and Gongzi Ce...

Chapter 72 It's a real hammer, it's not

Her expression was hesitant, and there was a clearly visible trance in her pupils.

at last.

In the crimson scenery again and again, the pure heart of the girl began to be filled with the troubles that adults can think about. The heart seemed to be entangled by something strange, and she broke free from this bondage by beating violently.

Mr. Fei is the teacher of Gongzi Ce, so the combination of the two is a taboo relationship described in the booklet, and will not be accepted by the outside world.

But this taboo may give the two of them more stimulation, I can't say for sure.