Ting Qingyu is big, Cheyue's brain is burned out again?
Or... do you want to eat her again? Hey, looking at these handsome men, they look so elegant and graceful, but they actually always like to eat people!
"Hey... Cheyue, don't mess around, don't mess around, cough cough... let go!" Ting Qingyu was angry and annoyed. Just when she was about to struggle, she suddenly felt her body stiffen. She didn't know it.
Cheyue tapped the acupuncture points without even realizing it!
What does he want to do?
Cheyue...well, what a pervert, his hands began to restlessly go around her waist, hugging her tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.[
His face was red, but unfortunately even his mute point was touched by Che Yue. This kid is really insidious. Ting Qingyu can't suffer any more losses in the future, so she has to guard against him!
Che Yue narrowed her eyes and placed a gentle kiss on her fragrant hair, like a butterfly kiss, so light but so ambiguous.
Her soft body pressed tightly against his, making his body feel like a fire.
"Princess, you are so generous. How can you just trust a male concubine to take a concubine? Cheyue actually... also wants to be a horse, why don't you be more generous and give the position of horse to Cheyue?" Cheyue said.
A lazy voice sounded, and his hand slowly moved up, stroking her black hair.
Ting Qingyu cursed in her heart, Cheyue is so insidious, how could she use such means to eat into her?
That's all, he didn't dare to do anything else except kiss her anyway.
"Everyone is eyeing the position of Fu Ma, not only because the princess is a stunning beauty in the Ming Dynasty, but also because the princess is favored by King Ming. She wants wind and rain, but Che Yue has a bright heart for the princess.
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Uh...is this a confession?
Ting Qingyu's breathing was a little rapid. Although she couldn't speak, she was humming coldly in her heart. Who knew what you wanted in your heart?
How can I trust you, Cheyue? How can I trust you before I know the truth?
"Princess..." Cheyue murmured, ambiguous and gentle. If Cheyue had not disappeared for no reason on the night of Lijie, Ting Qingyu really felt that these words would be true.
Cheyue stretched out her hand to hold Ting Qingyu's head. Under the dim yellow light, Cheyue's handsome features were shrouded in a layer of pale yellow light, giving rise to a faint mysterious beauty. His eyes were affectionate, and he gently leaned down.