Thinking about her expectations, her delicate cheeks could not help but turn red under his touch. Ming Xiaochen stroked her hot cheeks with one hand and secretly scolded herself, how could she think of such a thing?
It's really shameful. If others found out about this, they would definitely call her a slut, or even send her to a pig pen.
But she's not from this era, so she won't break the law. Ming Xiaochen is at war between heaven and man.
Although she wanted to hold on, sleepiness had already caught up with her late at night. She yawned, looked at the still blank rice paper, raised her brush, and wrote a line of words on it.
Looking at that line of words, her heart beat like a deer, and her face turned red like a ripe shrimp. She put down the brush and reached out to pick it up, with a hint of shyness. She wanted to tear it off, but her hands were persistent.
She couldn't tear it apart anymore, so she bit her lower lip, forget it, since she had already written it down, let it go.
She held her tired head, and suddenly remembered the stories about Liaozhai. In Liaozhai, there are many stories about vixens ****ing scholars late at night. The scene now seems a bit like that.
story, but the roles are reversed.
Thinking of this, she suddenly shuddered. Could it be that the man who came to visit late at night was the incarnation of a fox? Although she thought it was a good thing that someone cared about her late at night, but if it was really the incarnation of a vixen, this made her
Why is it so embarrassing?
No, why is there such a thing as a vixen? It must be that I am neurotic and overthink. Ming Xiaochen laughed twice, secretly laughing at his rich imagination, but is it really because he has a rich imagination?
She can travel from the 21st century to this unknown dynasty. Is there anything else that is impossible?
Ugh... Could it be that someone really likes her, ah... No, shemales have different paths, she still wants to be with a normal person.
With her head full of random thoughts, Ming Xiaochen finally couldn't resist the sleepiness that had swept over her deeply, and she lay down on the table and fell asleep.
While she was sleeping, she dreamed that she was with a man. To her surprise, that man turned out to be the tyrant.
In the dream, they had no arguments or prejudices, just like a loving couple. He was gentle to her and protected her carefully. How could that tyrant treat her so well? He didn't
After torturing her, she already snickered. As expected, dreams are the opposite of reality.
She dreamed that they were chasing and laughing in a sea of flowers. The extremely beautiful scenery was deified in the dream world. They laughed so happily, more brilliant than the blooming flowers.
She was running and hiding among the flowers, while he was chasing and looking for her. When his soft arms hugged her, she was so frightened that she was like a rabbit in flight.
On her beautiful and delicate cheeks, happiness and joy were rippling, but she knew deeply that those things only existed in dreams. In real life, they did not exist at all, but let her
What she doesn’t understand is why the hero in her dream is that tyrant?
