Jun Fenghua picked up her right hand and stroked her little finger, "Do you still remember the ring I brought you? Because with it, I can find out where you are."
Emperor Huang stared at the ring in a daze and said with some resentment, "Why haven't you come to me for these eleven years?"
"Have you been waiting for me to come to you, little Huang'er?" Jun Fenghua took the opportunity to ask. He wanted to know if the little girl liked him when she was three years old. If so, he would be very proud and happy.
"Tch, I didn't." Dihuang stubbornly refused to admit it, "You haven't answered my question yet?"
"Because...I won't tell you..." Jun Fenghua deliberately teased her.
"I hate it, get out quickly, I want to change clothes." Dihuang blushed and pushed him. Jun Fenghua was unwilling to leave. He dragged her into his arms, restrained her and kissed her hard. From now on, it was just the two of them, and he wanted to kiss her.
She kissed him, and he loved the way she blushed.
The way she blushed seemed to say, come on, kiss me! Come on, kiss me!
"Um..." Dihuang squeaked, the skirt in his hand slipped to the ground, and he leaned all over Jun Fenghua.
Jun Fenghua carried her towards the sofa and asked her to sit on him so that he could kiss her properly.
Dihuang couldn't resist him at all, and she collapsed on him after a while, staring at him in front of her with blurred eyes, her Fenghua brother, her man.
The sweet taste spread in the mouths of the two of them, as is the case for people in love, even the air felt sweet.
The two of them sat on the sofa for a long time before letting go. Dihuang lay limply on Jun Fenghua's body, breathing out continuously.
Jun Fenghua stretched out his hand to gently caress her slightly red, swollen and moist lips. He wanted to kiss her again, but Dihuang shook his head to refuse.
"No more kissing. My mouth is swollen. How can I get out?" Dihuang said dissatisfiedly, pouting her slightly red and swollen lips.
"This is not simple. If someone stares at you, just say it was the handsome guy next to you. You are so jealous of them." Jun Fenghua said with his beautiful peach blossom eyes sparkling and feeling very good about himself.
The corners of Dihuang's mouth twitched and he pinched his handsome face with both hands. Is there anyone as narcissistic as him? Is there anyone? He is simply too narcissistic!
"Isn't it? Come on, let me kiss you again." Jun Fenghua teased her.
Emperor Huang reached out to cover his mouth, raised his eyebrows high, and said arrogantly, "Don't kiss him again, or you will wait to be punished by me!"
Jun Fenghua saw that she was about to go crazy, so he stopped teasing her, stood up with her in his arms, and said with a magnetic voice, "Five minutes, if you don't come out, I will come in."
"..." Emperor Huang glared at him, was he always thinking about playing rogue?
After he went out, Dihuang quickly took off and put on her clothes. It didn't take her five minutes, but three minutes to do it. She even ran to the big mirror in the bathroom to take a look. This white skirt suited her very well.
Fairy, very sweet and beautiful.
The right clothes and shoes made Dihuang feel warm in her heart. When she opened the door, Jun Fenghua was leaning against the wall.
"Does it look good?" Dihuang ran to Jun Fenghua like a child offering treasure to ask for praise.
She is very tall, at least 165 or above, so this ankle-length skirt suits her very well.
"Very beautiful." He stretched out his hand to touch her head and praised her sincerely. Wearing ancient costumes is a classic beauty, and at this moment she looks like a sweet princess.
"I don't want these flat shoes, I want high heels." Dihuang lowered his head and stared at his feet. These shoes didn't match the skirt at all.