Her body suddenly became airborne, and Mo Xiaohuan had no time to put away the sadness in her heart.
My head was dizzy! It took Mo Xiaohuan a while to realize that she was being carried on Yu Beiming's shoulders!
"God, what are you doing? Put me down quickly!" Mo Xiaohuan has never been so scared by anyone.
You know, according to modern standards, Yu Beiming is at least 1.88 meters tall.
Mo Xiaohuan was now being carried on his shoulders, feeling so far away from the ground!
Anyone who is carried on the shoulders of a strange and savage man will be frightened.
This is simply scarier than riding a high-altitude airplane!
"Hey!" Mo Xiaohuan hurriedly beat Yu Beiming's shoulder and back, "Put me down."
——Squeak, my hands hurt. This guy looks like he’s made of bricks. His body is super hard.
When a scholar encounters a soldier, he cannot explain why he is right
Yu Beiming didn't abandon Mo Xiaohuan at all. He carried Mo Xiaohuan and strode towards the inner room. Mo Xiaohuan had a bad feeling, as if he was being led into a den of thieves.
There are layers of curtains, and the ambergris in the room is even worse
Yu Beiming threw Mo Xiaohuan away like a piece of rag. Mo Xiaohuan exclaimed and vaguely saw her long skirt fluttering in the air, and then hit the bed with a bang.
"It hurts..." Mo Xiaohuan rubbed her head
"Princess——" Yu Beiming prolonged his tone, "It seems that she doesn't remember her identity."
Yu Beiming just stood beside the bed and looked at Mo Xiaohuan. In his dark eyes, there was a bright and extinguishing light.
His words were spoken clearly and slowly, and there was a strong lingering aftertaste in his tone, just like a high-end perfume. The fragrance is scattered, and there is always a lingering tail note that lingers in people's minds.
Mo Xiaohuan looked at this tall and handsome man with some confusion.
Yu Beiming, the youngest and bravest prince of Dongling Kingdom, is rumored to be cruel and ruthless.
Indeed, Yu Beiming carries a strong evil spirit. If he had a previous life, he should be the leader of the Italian mafia.
Broad and full forehead, high and three-dimensional bridge of nose, soft and sexy lip line,
At this moment, Mo Xiaohuan could not see any expression on his face - it was undeniable that he was extremely handsome.
Such three-dimensional and distinct facial features, if placed in modern times, would definitely be the stuff of a top perfume male model
Especially the pair of bottomless eyes under those thick black eyebrows!
God, Mo Xiaohuan felt frightened as soon as she laid eyes on him. Mo Xiaohuan couldn't figure out his thoughts. Every time she looked into his eyes, it felt like her soul was being absorbed by him.
In panic, Mo Xiaohuan retreated almost reflexively
"Come here." Yu Beiming sat on the side of the bed in a leisurely manner.
He didn't make any extra moves, he just looked at Mo Xiaohuan intently. He seemed to be sure that Mo Xiaohuan would be obedient and run to him obediently.
Mo Xiaohuan was really scared. She shook her head and as soon as she met his burning gaze, she hurriedly avoided it.
For some reason, Mo Xiaohuan was afraid of making eye contact with him
Yu Beiming's gaze was very direct. Looking at Mo Xiaohuan felt like looking at prey in a cage.
What does the etiquette book say: When a woman is talking to a man, if she doesn’t want to look into the other person’s eyes, she can look under the other person’s eyes, such as the nose or lips... to show politeness.
Mo Xiaohuan originally wanted to see Yu Beiming's nose, but his nose really looked like an outstanding work by a famous ancient Roman sculptor.
Such a straight and masculine nose made Mo Xiaohuan feel guilty