Ingenuity

When the eyes met, Yan Zhi missed a beat in his heart, screamed badly, and started stuttering at the moment when he was at a loss, Qingyan sat up with amazing resilience, and grabbed Yan Zhi who was about to flee.

Qingyan didn't know whether she was sunburned or drunk.

Yan Zhi fell onto the bed, before he realized what was going on, Qing Yan leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

The ups and downs of this life are so fast, Yan Zhi swore he wasn't in such ups and downs when he was crowned prince!

The two looked at each other silently and affectionately for a moment, and just as they were about to catch fire, the windows in the house were suddenly blown open by a gust of wind, and the cold wind rushed in one after another, blowing out a group of dancing candles.Qing Yan's face hurt when it touched the wind, Yan Zhi saw that he was in pain, got up immediately to close the window, and re-lighted the candle that was extinguished by the wind.

Looking back, Qingyan had already lay down and fell asleep.

Yan Zhi: "..."

Sure enough, life is full of ups and downs.

Yan Zhi walked back to the bed and tucked Qingyan in the quilt. Seeing Qingyan sleeping peacefully, he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

"Forget it, just pretend you're drunk."

After all, you may get dizzy after prolonged exposure to the sun.

After closing the door lightly, Yan Zhi decided to help decoct the medicine himself.

The temperature and humidity in the room are very good, Qingyan slowly opened his eyes, and couldn't help frowning his pretty eyebrows.

"who."

At this time, the people outside the house didn't want to hide, they swaggered through the window and entered the house, going straight to the point.

"Look at your instinct, are you really not curious about who you are?"

Dressed in black, Zhuang Hansu walked from the dark place to the bright place, the more and more cold and lonely, the unscrupulous expression on his face did not match the temperament of the clothes on his body.

Zhuang Hansu walked directly in front of Qingyan, sat down beside the bed very familiarly, and said with a mysterious expression: "First of all, I know everything about you."

Qingyan realized that her expression was too tense, so she relaxed her expression and did not speak.

"As long as..." Zhuang Hansu picked up a lock of Qingyan's hair with his slender fingers, and said in a low and charming tone, "You are mine..."

Qingyan didn't want to pay him any more attention. He was usually very generous, but now he didn't even want to touch his hair, so he just snatched back his own hair. Qingyan said coldly: "Impossible."

"Sooner or later you will suffer by the prince's side, silly boy..." Zhuang Hansu sat up straight, not looking at Qingyan, so that he would not notice the disappointment in his eyes, and the flash of sternness that followed, "If you insist on doing this , I won’t tell you anything.”

Qingyan pursed her lips and said nothing.

"It's a pity that you don't eat hard and soft, and you don't eat oil and salt." Zhuang Hansu lowered his head and straightened his dark outer shirt, "Then don't blame me for being impatient and doing everything I can. "

Zhuang Hansu seems to be playing with him here as a prince of ever-changing things, sometimes rogue and sometimes killer, sometimes happy and sometimes vicious; when Qingyan looked at Zhuang Hansu in amazement and wondered why this person changed so much, he was shocked. What happened in the circle of friends!

Zhuang Hansu suddenly stretched out his hand and precisely grabbed Qingyan's thin collar, dragged him into him without hesitation, and kissed his lips fiercely with one side of his head.

Is it schizophrenia? !

There was a touch from the cold lips, and the domineering kiss was pressed hard like this. Zhuang Hansu's breath quickly filled Qingyan's nose and head, and he was almost about to have a cerebral hemorrhage!

Qingyan reacted immediately, and pushed him away violently, her bright beautiful eyes widened, as if he was kissed by a ghost just now.

Zhuang Hansu wiped the corner of his mouth, expressionless on his face, "In the future, if you dare to have physical contact with him again, I guarantee that you won't make him feel better."

Qingyan's mood can no longer be expressed in words, and she has lost her language function at all.

Zhuang Hansu stood up, turned his back to Qingyan, his eyes were full of strong possessive desire, so strong that his eyes seemed to be red, his tone was very light, but Qingyan shuddered inexplicably.

"If you don't believe me, try it."

He is not allowed to touch my people.