"No..." She couldn't say anything, her eyes were forced to move upwards, facing his scorching eyes; the two of them stared at each other, and could even see their own reflections in each other's pupils.
It was wet, like a flower just blooming.
His face was like the first time he met, the first impression that the beautiful man was projected into his mind: he wore a crown woven by colorful peacock feathers, so tall and so burly. At that time, the Northern Emperor called the wind and rain,
Cruel and unkind!
Now, he no longer wears a crown, and his casual clothes add to the elegance, gentleness, and irritability of the years, leaving only endless tolerance and tenderness, just like a gentle breeze and drizzle.
"His Majesty……"
"Little guy, be good, obedient..."
Is this a handsome guy trick?
If not, why did Your Majesty smile so "charmingly"?
His whole body was cumbersome, as if his soul had been sucked away, just like a thousand-year-old vixen. He fell into his hands and had no way out. Besides, there was no way out!
He laughed and took off his clothes first, revealing his strong chest: "Little guy, come, I'll help you."
She turned around and hurriedly left. Run quickly, if you don't run...
Very scared, that is speechless fear. Such a majesty is more terrifying than the furious majesty. He is afraid that a corner of his heart will fall quickly.
No, don't fall.
Even if your body falls, your heart cannot fall.
She had just turned around and had already been grabbed by him, firmly, yet gently.
"Your Majesty... don't..."
Her words were completely sealed by him - his passionate kiss. She could not breathe, gasp, and she was soft all over, and she even forgot to escape.
This is his usual trick, and he won every battle.
One trick can be eaten all over the world.
It's like a little beast that falls into the trap.
It was vaguely a tiger asking the little lamb:
Good little lamb, I'm so hungry, you let me eat it, okay?