Qianxun was startled and froze when he saw that handsome face turned red.
Feng Canglun seemed to have eaten gunpowder tonight.
Feng Canglun gritted his teeth and stared at Qianxun's big eyes. This little girl actually called him ugly?
No one knows that the seventh prince who was sent to Zhou as a hostage is actually the most handsome prince in Ji!
"No, no... it was a slip of the tongue! Feng Canglun, you... cough, stay away from me, it's so hot." [
"Do you dislike me?"
Those beautiful red eyes were as bright as fireworks, shining with astonishing light.
This Feng Canglun is so suspicious!
Qianxun frowned, "Hey, why are you so stingy like a woman?"
"You said that I look like a woman? Okay, I will show you tonight whether I am a man or a woman!"
This little girl actually talks about him like this?
Well, if you don't eat her, she won't know what it means to be powerful!
Feng Canglun has always been fiery, but now, his eyes are so weird. He doesn't yell or drink, he just looks at Qianxun quietly, his red eyes are like a burning fire ball, which makes Qianxun a little frightened.
In the hazy light, Feng Canglun's facial features were exquisite, with a slightly fierce and arrogant aura, her skin was as white as snow, her long eyelashes were gently moving, and her bright red lips were pursed, as if she was very thirsty.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that he was motionless and silent, Qianxun stretched out his left hand and waved it in front of him, "Are you stupid?"
Suddenly, his left hand was held by him again, tightly, as if he was crushing the bones of her hand.
Feng Canglun snorted coldly, turned over with all his strength, and suddenly covered Qianxun's petite body.
boom!
Like a ball of fire, it immediately surged through Qianxun's body!
Oh my god...
Feng Canglun...what is he doing?
Is he really not naive enough to be like this? What does it mean?
So ambiguous, so embarrassing, so embarrassing...[
If he had known better, Qianxun should have canceled the matter of letting the male concubine "sleep"!
Qianxun twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at Feng Canglun's face right in front of him. The two of them stared at each other, nose to nose, red lips to red lips. Time seemed to have stopped, taking away the breath of the years.
Qianxun carefully twitched his hand, but Feng Canglun held it tighter.