Pretty idiot became a heartthrob after his death

Qin Zhou dreamed of those delicate and tender hands again.The fingers are slender, the pulps are soft, the skin is moist and white, the nails are slightly pink, like petals falling in early spring, and the jumping fingertips seem to be playing a piano.

That is indeed a pair of hands suitable for playing the piano.

A cloud of touch surrounded him, and he wanted to grab those tricky hands.

The man standing high on the steps was holding a long silver whip, and the hand covered by the tail of the whip was full of soft luster like suet jade in the sunlight, so slender that it would break if it was folded.

Qin Zhou saw himself propping himself up on the ground in embarrassment, blood mixed with sweat dripping down on the ground, leaving dark wet marks.There were bursts of stinging pain from the torn wounds on his cheeks and neck, and he barely raised his head. Because of the sweat dripping from his eyes, he could only vaguely see the figure of the person standing on the high platform.

A fiery crimson color caught his eyes, Qin Zhou stood up with difficulty, walked forward unsteadily, and soon fell down on the edge of the steps again.

A groan.

The cold whip touched his chin, and with a slight pick, Qin Zhou met his gaze.

Big, round cat eyes, beautiful and eye-catching like jewels, he looked down at him condescendingly, his full lips opened and closed, two small dimples twinkled on his cheeks, and he said triumphantly, "You lost."

Qin Zhou clenched his hands little by little, clenched his teeth angrily and unwillingly, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Aren't you convinced?" His voice was light and light, coming from above Qin Zhou's head, with inherent pride, "Then I'll wait for you to defeat me."

The scarlet skirt flickered past and disappeared from Qin Zhou's sight.

He felt as if he was floating in mid-air, and all kinds of grotesque images appeared in front of his eyes like a horse on a horse, and then disappeared quickly, and finally fixed on the arrogant and proud face of Her Royal Highness again.

Behind him are layers of dense flower barriers and verdant greenery all over the courtyard. The warm apricot-colored sunlight shone on the princess, casting a hazy shadow on him. He held a silver whip in his hand, his lips were slightly pursed, His eyes were fixed and his expression was indifferent.

Qin Zhou's eyes darkened, and he was almost overwhelmed by huge and turbulent emotions. He thought almost maliciously: Such a pampered princess, Her Highness, should be taught a good lesson, so that he dare not look at her with that kind of eyes again. He, he should—

He should?

Qin Zhou thought in a daze, what kind of eyes should he look at him?

The next moment, when the silver whip was swung, there was a whining wind, but it didn't land on him again.

Like in the afternoon, he tightened his arms, dragged the long whip around the princess, and dragged it into his arms little by little.Qin Zhou lowered his head, and finally got his wish and saw the princess's changed appearance. She had a pretty panic-stricken face, a fragile and helpless expression, pale cheeks and a few glistening teardrops from the tip of her eyes, which provoked her for no reason. Humans have an endless desire to destroy.

Qin Zhou took the long whip, and used it to tie Her Royal Highness's slender arms round and round, tightening them tightly, so that teardrop that was about to fall from Rong Yin finally fell down, carrying his warm body temperature, It was held in the palm of Qin Zhou's hand.

A pair of watery and foggy teary eyes, such a pitiful and weak princess—like a rose flower climbing a fence and unable to withstand a little wind and rain.

The rose that bloomed on his heart was later carved into a ring.

Qin Zhou was sure.

Countless people dote on and look up to her. Her Royal Highness, who is as proud as a peacock and cannot bear the slightest grievance, should be imprisoned in a barren tower, where no one can see——

He wanted such a princess to only look at him like this from now on.

Can only see him alone.He wanted the eyes of the princess to belong to him forever.

Qin Zhou's ferocious kiss first landed on the small round mole, then went up a little bit, and finally stopped on the princess's slightly parted lips.

Soft, moist kisses.

The salty smell of the sea caused the princess to shed a string of tears.

The thin sobbing sound dissipated in the rich fragrance along the midsummer night wind.

The dewy rose finally fell into his arms, trembling slightly, with a delicate fragrance.

Qin Zhou woke up suddenly.

Rong Yin woke up from his sleep, the beating heartbeat in his chest was like a beating drum, the heavy rain was pouring outside the window, and occasionally lightning as bright as daylight pierced the sky and disappeared in an instant.

His room is facing the small garden outside the temple.Those carefully cultivated delicate flowers were hit by the rain, and the ground was covered with broken red.Especially the pot of roses placed in the center of the window sill, the fragile petals are billowing with dew, and the soil is covered with bright petals.Raindrops drifted in through the wide-open windows, and the carpets were already wet, sticking together in clusters.

Rong Yin stared there in a daze.

There was a slight knock at the door, and a figure walked in against the dim light in the corridor. His steps were very light, as if he didn't want to wake anyone up.Rong Yin was sitting by the bed, her slender legs were dangling, and the white skirt was blown by the night wind, like Su He's new petals.

Fu Lian closed the door, met the princess' gaze, and saw that his eyelashes drooped quickly, and was stunned for a while.After reacting, his voice was deliberately soft when he spoke: "Your Highness, did you wake up?"

He slowly approached Rong Yin, who had his head down and couldn't see his expression clearly: "Sorry Your Highness, I read the weather forecast that there will be no rain tonight, so I didn't close the window."

Thin white fingers grabbed the hem of his clothes, and the pinkness on the fingertips faded away. He used a lot of force, and it turned into a bluish white.

Rong Yin didn't speak, just pulled Fu Lian's clothes like this, as if he could get a little sense of security from it.

Fu Lian lowered her eyes, looked at Rong Yin for a while, then gently covered his fingers, the temperature was so cold that she didn't know how long it had been since Her Royal Highness got out of the bed.

He squatted down, raised his eyes slightly and looked at the princess, smiled at him comfortingly, slowly wrapped his legs around his legs, and stuffed them into the soft quilt.

After tidying up the quilt, Fu Lian sat on the edge of the bed, pressed Rong Yin's shoulder gently but could not refuse, and led him to lie down: "It's all right, I'm here, sleep, Your Highness."

Rong Yin stared at him quietly for a while with dark eyes, then suddenly asked: "Fu Lian, have you received the notice from Capital College?"

"Got it, thank you Your Highness for taking me there." Fu Lian said.

Rong Yin nodded, and then said: "School is about to start, can you keep up?" He seemed to be just confused, and he seemed to be looking for something to say, just wanting to keep him for a while.

Fu Lian did not expose Her Highness the Princess who was still trembling slightly, but said with a smile: "If you can't keep up, it will be hard for Your Highness to take the time to teach me."

There was another muffled thunder.

This time, he trembled violently.

He grabbed Fu Lian's arm with his fingers so hard that his nails sunk in deeply. Fu Lian turned on the bedside night light for him without even moving his eyebrows.

"The night when she had an accident, it was also raining, very heavy." Rong Yin stared blankly at the ceiling with a low voice.

"Hmm." Fu Lian didn't show any curiosity, her expression was as usual, as natural as asking the princess if she wanted milk any morning.

Rong Yin didn't go on.

"Sleep, Your Highness, I've been here." Fu Lian's fingers gently smoothed his furrowed brows, "Don't be afraid, tomorrow will come soon."

"I will always be by your side."

The author has something to say:

Look at Xiao Fu, who cooks a frog in warm water, treats Yinyin calmly, and then look at you

It’s you, Qin Zhou, who is taking up the title of fiancé for nothing and doesn’t know how to work hard.

The college story will start soon!Spoiler alert, Yinyin is going back to menswear!