As soon as she sat down in the carriage, a strong arm as strong as iron stretched out and held her waist domineeringly.
Xiao Shunzi acted as the coachman and drove the carriage towards the outside of the palace. The old eunuch An Lu's voice came from behind, "The miracle doctor should go slowly all the way."
In the carriage, she grasped the big iron-like hand on her waist with her small hand, and realized that his palm was so wide, and her hand was almost half as big as his.
She squeezed his hand hard and said, "Let go."
He approached her with a wicked smile, his cold breath spraying on her face, "What if I say no?"
There was a flash of silver light, and she was about to put a needle on the back of his hand.
With a sweep of her black sleeves, the needle in her hand had penetrated the curtain and flew out of the carriage.
"You don't want to see me that much?" He grabbed her little white hand with his backhand, "Your hands are so small, so tender, as soft as boneless..." He took her little hand, brought it to his lips, and spoke with pity.
Suck it.
Her hands were warm, but his big palms were so cold that there was no warmth at all.
One is warm, the other is cool.
Xiao Shunzi, who was driving the carriage, heard the noise in the carriage and knew that the half-faced demon was actually in the carriage. He panicked and finally drove forward. The master did not call him, so he should be able to handle it. If he asked now, it would only cause trouble.
.What's more, even though his little eunuch is very skilled in martial arts, he might not be able to catch even a single move in front of a half-faced demon.
"Your body is so warm..." Jun Mo Shang hugged Feng Jingyun, almost his whole body pressed against her.
She frowned, "You are very heavy."
"Hehehe..." A joyful laugh came from his lips.
That kind of smile is cold and eerie, and those who hear it can't help but feel the hair on their backs.
She leaned back in the chair, but he took her into his arms and let her lie half-body on him, "Do you miss me, the king?"
It was quite comfortable to sleep in his arms, and she didn't realize that he had any malicious intent. She simply lay down and closed her eyes to rest, "I don't want to."
His slender index and middle fingers played with a strand of black hair scattered on her chest, feeling the smooth and soft feeling under his fingers, "Are you so heartless?"
When he didn't get a response from her, he reached out and took off the human skin mask from her face and threw it on the box behind the seat. "It's not good to keep wearing a human skin mask all the time. Your skin needs to be able to breathe."
Without the obstruction of the human skin mask, her original stunning appearance was revealed.
Her eyebrows are picturesque, her face is like a hibiscus in full bloom, and Jiangling's red lips are alluring and lustrous, tempting to pick.
He stared at her tender lips, feeling a thirst in his throat, and wanted to kiss her desperately. He also followed his own wishes, held her back with one hand, and pushed her delicate body lying in his arms toward her.
She rose, lowered her head and was about to kiss those two tempting lips. She suddenly opened her eyes and pressed her white fingers against his jaw and lips, "Are you looking for death?"
He kissed her hand and licked her fingers with enjoyment, "How can you be willing to die for me? The Three-Day Duanchang Pill is not a fatal poison at all, but the antidote for the Yang-Returning Pill."
She withdrew her hand in disgust, not wanting it to be stained with his saliva, and wiped it twice on his gorgeous black robe.
If any other woman dared to do this, he would have killed her long ago. No, he would not allow other women to do this. No one in the world would dare to wipe their hands with his clothes.
Except, her.
Although she had no expression, he always thought her movements were cute.
There was a hint of endearment in his blood-colored pupils, "My hands are dirty when I kiss you. I have kissed you all over and touched your whole body a long time ago. What do you think I should do?"
