Drunk King and Minister

Chen Qian held Han Zigao tightly between her arms.

Because of the actions just now, the two of them had already stood in front of the golden chrysanthemum just now. Han Zigao's legs rested on the petals and branches, and the first snow on the petals fell in clusters, and the clusters of chrysanthemums The filamentous petals are slightly deformed.

The person in his arms no longer struggled as he did at the beginning, and was just so quietly held in his arms.Most of the initial hostility in Chen Qian's heart dissipated involuntarily.

He misses him so much.

Once again his reason had to compromise with his own heart, and his pride once again had to compromise with the torment in his heart.

For the past half month, what he looked forward to the most every day turned out to be the short hour on the school practice field.

But that has always been just drinking poison to quench thirst.

Chen Qian lowered her head, leaned her profile on Han Zigao's shoulder, and touched Han Zigao's hair with the tip of her nose.

The heat gushing out of Chen Qian's breath sprayed all over Han Zigao's neck, and the itching made him tremble.The hands holding him shrank back, locking his body even tighter in the embrace behind him.

"Zigao..." Chen Qian murmured in a hoarse voice.

Han Zigao trembled again when he heard the voice.

That voice made all his bewilderment gradually sink.

It shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't let this go on!

Han Zigao closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of determination.

Han Zigao's sudden movement made Chen Qian, who was so relaxed and defenseless, that Han Zigao broke free.

Han Zigao kept moving his feet, turned around and walked in front of a tree, leaning his back against the trunk, and looked up at Chen Qian.

Even though he left Chen Qian's arms, his heart still beat like thunder.The knuckles covered by his long sleeves turned white, and he tried his best to hold back the panic.

From Chen Qian's point of view, Han Zigao broke away from him and leaned against the tree trunk as if he was worried that he would bully him again. His eyes looked at him calmly, but Chen Qian felt as cold as the chill in the air. .

Chen Qian had her right hand behind her back, and her left hand was holding the sleeve in front of her abdomen. His back was straight, and he continued his momentum like a cheetah about to leap.

He narrowed his eyes, his eyes narrowed on Han Zigao's face.

Just run away in such a hurry? !

When he abandoned his pride, his dignity, and his principles and came to him in a humble way, did he just hide from him so impatiently? !

Chen Qian looked at Han Zigao's damned calm expression, and gradually tightened the hand holding his sleeve.

Why, she can get along very happily with that Su Ziyi, but she can't avoid herself like this.

The air around Chen Qian was a little bit colder than the original chill.

Han Zigao felt a wave of doubt in his heart.Chen Qian is angry?What is he mad about?To get rid of him for yourself?

Han Zigao didn't know that Chen Qian's mind was full of the scene where he taught Su Ziyi how to practice swords just now.

Chen Qian herself didn't know how she endured so much that she didn't jump out and drag this person away on the spot!For the past half month, God knows how much Chen Qian wanted to see him, how much she wanted to talk to him, how much she missed... that kiss that was like a touch of water.But what about this person?Even if he didn't have the slightest affection for him, Chen Qian, how could he be so at ease talking, laughing and being intimate with others? !

Chen Qian's mind was filled with hundreds of chirping birds, and one thought after another was skipped like a monk chanting scriptures.The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, filled with jealousy and anger, and he didn't even have a shred of reason to consider how naive and unreasonable those thoughts were.

There was only the hostility that came back because Han Zigao broke away from his embrace.

Only the maddened jealousy derived from Han Zigao's flat expression.

Chen Qian's expression made Han Zigao flustered for a while, and there was an unexplainable fear.

He wanted to open his mouth to say a few words to relieve the tense atmosphere, but the steps under his feet involuntarily moved away from Chen Qian.

No, this small action completely angered Chen Qian.

A black shadow flashed, and Chen Qian charged towards Han Zigao like a tiger descending a mountain.

Han Zigao screamed in his heart that something was wrong, and subconsciously stepped back, but forgot the fact that there was a tree trunk behind him. This delay has already missed the best time to escape again.

Chen Qian rested her hands on the tree trunk, and her broad and tall body pressed Han Zigao tightly between the tree trunk and her arms.Although Han Zigao was taller than his peers, it was mostly because he was too thin. Now that he was imprisoned by Chen Qian, the top of his head could barely reach Chen Qian's chest.Han Zigao was in a panic, and while warning himself to calm down, he forced himself and Chen Qian to look at each other with angry eyes.

"...General." Han Zigao's voice trembled imperceptibly, "What are you doing?!"

However, Chen Qian was still immersed in anger and jealousy, and she didn't notice the shiver at all.

"What are you doing?!" Chen Qian curled her lips into a half-smile, her nostrils twitched slightly due to anger, the light in her eyes was dark and dark, and she couldn't see the end at a glance.

Han Zigao had never seen Chen Qian like this before, he didn't know how to respond for a while, so he could only calm down and said, "General, this is not in line with etiquette!"

"What doesn't fit?" Chen Qian raised one hand, pinched Han Zigao's chin, squinted her eyes and looked at Han Zigao's tiny, dry lips due to the cold and dryness.

The hand on the chin felt a burning sensation, which made Han Zigao's heart skip a beat.He froze for a moment, and suddenly found that there was a gap in Chen Qian's confinement circle because of the raised arm.He had no time to think about how to calm Chen Qian down. Such a Chen Qian was too dangerous, and Han Zigao had only one thought of running away.

Escape, the farther you escape, the better.

But Han Zigao underestimated Chen Qian too much. In other words, he lost his composure and forgot that Chen Qian taught him all of his movements.

Compared to Chen Qian, he is like an apprentice who has not yet graduated from a teacher compared to his master.

Chen Qian sneered, and with a flash of her long arm, she pressed Han Zi against the tree trunk. With the other hand, she firmly pinched Han Zigao's chin, and pinched Han Zigao Ruyu's chin with all her strength. print.

"General..." Han Zigao shouted impatiently, but just as the word "jun" came out, he was completely drowned in Chen Qian's sudden forceful kiss.

Chen Qian's kiss was almost rude, crushing Han Zigao's lips hard, and the slender fingers pinched on his chin even forced Han Zigao's lips to lift up from the portrait.

Han Zigao's mind exploded with a bang.

The touch on the lips seemed to be magnified thousands of times in an instant, leaving Han Zigao's world only with the burning heat and moisture between the lips rubbing against each other.

Chen Qian's kiss was just like his own, domineering and fiery.Pressing Han Zigao tightly in his arms, he moved recklessly, the collision between lips and teeth hurt their lips, and they seemed to be unaware.

Han Zigao's face was flushed red, his lips were blocked tightly, and his nose was pressed against Chen Qian's cheek so he couldn't breathe. He wanted to push Chen Qian away but he couldn't muster any strength.

With his heart beating like thunder, Han Zigao only felt waves of embarrassment.He was ruthless and opened his teeth.

Chen Qian noticed that the tightly closed lips were loosened, and she was so happy that she wanted to continue to attack, but she didn't want Han Zigao to bite his lower lip tightly.

Han Zigao's strength was so strong that Chen Xi suddenly felt a bloody smell gushing out from her lower lip.

His eyes touched Han Zigao's suffocated flushed face, annoyed at his negligence for a while, and hurriedly loosened the restraint.

Seeing that Chen Qian had let go, Han Zigao stopped biting Chen Qian, left Chen Qian's lips and tongue, leaned over and panted heavily.

After panting for two or three times, Han Zigao suddenly raised his head and glared at Chen Qian angrily.Chen Qian's lower lip was bitten by Han Zigao, dripping with blood, leaving a trail of blood along the corner of the lip, which looked extremely serious.

Han Zigao froze when his glaring eyes touched Chen Qian's bleeding lower lip.

How could it be... so serious?

Chen Qian looked at Han Zigao's upper lip, which was so bright red from being stained with her own blood, and felt a little guilty for her negligence, for letting Han Zigao hold back her anger for so long.

If he hadn't noticed the smell of blood, he might have passed out this person.

He was a little annoyed and somewhat dumbfounded as he touched his bleeding lips.

"Zigao, have you forgotten that I can't feel the pain?"