At the hour of You, Zhai Xiying, who left angrily, was on the carriage at the gate of the palace, waiting for Youruo to finish his makeup.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Youruo stepped on the stairs and could feel the air conditioning pressure inside outside the carriage before he lifted the curtain.

"Don't you come in yet?" Did the dead woman keep standing outside and blowing the cold wind?

Youruo came back to his senses, resisted the low airflow, and rushed in.

"Come here." Zhai Xiying stared at the woman who entered the carriage and was one meter away from him.

Youruo pretended not to hear it, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

The anger in Zhai Xiying's heart did not fade. After seeing that a few more hours, the dead woman still looked like she ignored her, and became even more angry.

It’s really too much that she dares to ignore him like this even though she is provoking him!

Zhai Xiying stood up and pulled Youruo into his arms. The carriage swayed randomly due to the movements of the two of them.

"What are you doing?" Youruobushu stared at Zhai Xiying with awe.

Zhai Xiying took off Youruo's mask and carefully observed Youruo's expression.

You Ruo let him see it. Zhai Xiying has looked at this face countless times.

"You really have the ability to be so angry!" After a long time, Zhai Xiying said this sentence in a frustration.

Youruo smiled proudly, "I dare not, the prince is joking."

Zhai Xiying grabbed Youruo's little hand and put it on his heart, "I'm so angry that I'm so angry here."

Youruo pinched hard, and found that he could not catch any flesh except grabbing his clothes. Then he disdained to let go, "This miracle doctor sees your heart beats very happily!"

"Can you not quarrel with me?" Zhai Xiying's tone was indescribable, and it seemed like she was carrying...please beg?

Youruo blinked and refused, "I am just arguing with the prince, not like the prince, but I am competing with the prince!"

"I will never treat you like that again!" Zhai Xiying knew that he was too extreme before.

Youruo didn't buy it, laughed loudly, his tone was filled with endless sarcasm, "Zhai Xiying, I've been hurt by you, I have nothing to say. If you don't force me again in the future, I won't be grateful to you!"

"What do you want me to do to forgive me?" Zhai Xiying said sincerely, and even changed her name.

Youruo shook his head, "I won't be moved no matter how you do it."

"Is that true?" Zhai Xiying's eyes became dangerous.

"Yes! I never thought about leaving you! I always thought about leaving!" Youruo told the truth, she knew that even if she didn't help, Zhai Xiying still understood her thoughts.

"I will tell you too, you will dream when you leave this!"

Youruo sneered: "Then dream, it's better than being tortured by you in a dream!"

It doesn't matter. She has now concluded that the original owner is herself, so what she wants is to retrieve her memory first.

Zhai Xiying held Youruo's head angrily, imprisoned her head, let her look directly at him, let her see the emotions in his eyes clearly.

Youruo stared at her deep eyes, in addition to possession, she also possessed.

The domineering possession kissed Youruo's damn lips.

The "tsk tsk tsk tsk" sound of saliva exchange, and the muffled groan of Youruo being kissed by Zhai Xiying, were in the carriage, in conjunction with the "tsk" sound of horse hooves stepping on the snow.

Zhai Xiying played with Youruo's little tongue, leaving everything about her under his control.

Youruo is not willing to be outdone, why is Zhai Xiying the dominant position every time?

Never bit Zhai Xiying before, Youruo bit him back, constantly chewing and sucking.

A sweet and fishy smell appeared in the carriage.

Zhai Xiying left Youruo's lips, and blood was stuck on both of them.

And Zhai Xiying's mouth was still bleeding...

"I like this response to this king!" Zhai Xiying smiled evilly, and with the blood drops on his slightly white lips, it looked like an exquisite demon.

The index finger wiped off the blood marks on both lips. Then, Zhai Xiying picked up the mask and helped Youruo put it on again.

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