Looking at the little princess who was almost driven by desire, Rong Tingyun didn't react at all.
Instead, he stretched out his fingers, pinched her chin and lifted it.
His fingertips were slightly cool and felt comfortable against his skin.
Gu Ruojiao tilted her head unconsciously.
But it didn't touch her hand, it just touched her fingertips, which made her look satisfied.
"Is this enough?"
The little princess gave a sweet hum.
Her face was flushed, her eyes were blurred, and her body was leaning softly on the low table.
Looking at him this way, he looked more like he had drunk too much and was drunk.
But Rong Tingyun knew otherwise.
That beauty brew has a nice name and its effects are naturally great.
After all, it was the late emperor who specially ordered it to be brewed for his enjoyment.
Thinking of this, Rong Tingyun's eyes flashed with disgust and he let go of Gu Ruojiao's chin.
The little princess had no support and lay softly on the low table.
She was breathing heavily and her eyes were as charming as silk.
The little princess looks like her mother, with big and black eyes, a small nose but a high nose bridge.
The most beautiful thing is undoubtedly the little mouth.
The upper lip is appropriately thick and the lower lip is plump and attractive.
Lilac's uvula lightly swept over her lips, which were stained with a lustrous water.
"I want to drink water~"
She hummed softly.
The lips are slightly open, and one can peek through the gap to see the shy little fish hiding inside.
Rong Tingyun ignored her.
The little princess relied on her own efforts.
She vaguely fumbled for the wine flask containing Meiren's wine, and at first she tried to pour it into the wine glass.
But she was unconscious and her eyesight was even worse, so she simply abandoned the glass and poured it into her mouth.
However, she was so confused that most of it did not flow into her mouth. Instead, it flowed down the corner of her mouth, along her slender neck, and finally fell into the slightly open skirt of her clothes, soaking it with water stains.
This scene is very lively and lively.
People can't help but think of the image of wine sliding down that beautiful body.
Even Rong Tingyun couldn't help but be moved.
"interesting."
Men find it interesting, but women don't.
After those few mouthfuls of beauty, the next person will feel even more uncomfortable.
My throat felt like it was on fire, and my body felt even softer, as if it was being roasted on a fire.
Her eyes turned red from discomfort, and her weak hands began to pull on her skirt arrogantly.
After tearing for a long time, the skirt of the clothes was loosened a little, exposing her beautiful collarbone.
Rong Tingyun just stared with her head propped up, neither speaking nor helping her.
Until the little princess was so angry that she cried.
"Woo..."
She began to sob softly, looking extremely aggrieved.
Those who don’t know better would think that she is being bullied.
The tears fell one after another.
Rong Tingyun found it interesting, so he took one with his fingers.
His fingers were cold.
The little princess unconsciously followed the coolness and came closer.
But when I had a chance, I pinched his sleeve instead.
The cool breath of the man smelled very good and soothed her dizziness.
She couldn't help but get closer and closer, wanting to put his hands on her face.
But he didn't do anything, just hugged his sleeves.
Rong Tingyun did not push her away, but looked sarcastically: "Is this what the princess said, 'for your majesty'?"
Probably because she heard the sarcasm in his tone, the fingers that were originally tightly clenching his sleeves became a little stiffer.
After a moment, a trace of painful struggle flashed through those blurred eyes.
Rong Tingyun glanced at it and noticed that her other hand holding the hairpin was pinched red due to unconscious exertion.
But how could she resist the reaction in her body.
This weak struggle was quickly taken over by the fire in his body.
Rong Tingyun coldly pulled back his sleeves.
The little princess who lost her sleeve fell to the ground.
