The eyebrows were raised, and someone was lying on his back, but he answered calmly.

Does he mean that his behavior is debauched and not disciplined enough?

Poor Lao Tzu is still just a little yellow flower, and the original flavor has never made a breakthrough!

Xiao Yuyuan opened a pair of angry eyes, and after silently swallowing a mouthful of old blood that was about to spurt out, he lazily continued:

"yes. Since the prince knows that this is the case, why should he be so self-destructive and stick to Yu'er? ”

This time, the one who was very angry was replaced by the prince of Nangong, who was very high:

"This king, this king just happened to be here on business. Which eye did Yu'er see that this king had come to meet Yu'er privately......"

"Then, that ......" Xiao Yu hurriedly stretched out a jade hand from the quilt bucket, pointed in the direction of the opposite room, and was about to continue the counterattack.

"You mean, why didn't the king sleep in the opposite room? The reason is very simple, this king likes the taste of the decoration on this couch, and he is not willing to go anywhere else. As for you, it's just a small ornament in this couch, just a few glances when you have time, and the requirements really don't need to be too high! ”

Phew! How would you say that, Zhuzian dares to deceive me!

Xiao Yu's eyes widened angrily, raised his head, and was ready to continue with a sonorous poisonous tongue, who knows, as soon as he opened his mouth, a small red lip, was blocked by a heavy handful.

Prince Nangong flew over angrily, and in the first time, he directly blocked Xiao Yu's mouth with his cherry-colored lips.

Xiao Yu had originally thought of the fierce words that he was about to blurt out, but he was suddenly blocked by such a rough and completely gagged mouth, and he couldn't help but be angry, twisting his body vigorously, and his mouth was still muttering vaguely.

Biting Xiao Yu's lip flap vigorously without showing weakness, Nangong Ping's breathing became heavier and heavier.

Through the thin silk quilt, Xiao Yu suddenly felt that Nangong Ping's aura suddenly began to become a little strange.

Originally, it was a refreshing and good-smelling breath like a green lotus, but at this moment, it splashed on Xiao Yu's face one by one, becoming wild and scorching.

The good fragrance was gone, and in Xiao Yu's eardrums, only his almost crazy gasps were heard.

Xiao Yu reluctantly opened his eyes, but was shocked to find that there were thin red threads in the corners of his eyes.

Is he about to go mad?

Or, sudden cardiovascular and cerebrovascular damage?!

It's just a quarrel, but it can be done like this, it's a bit too much, right?

Still, it's better to swallow your anger and take a leisurely time.

Twisting his body vigorously, Xiao Yu pushed away his extraordinarily hot head, frowned, and asked with some puzzlement:

"Lord Wang, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? ”

Seeing that he didn't answer silently, based on his pure nature, Xiao Yu still raised his hand and touched the corner of his forehead, and asked with some uncertainty:

"Lord, your forehead is hot, but you are caught with the wind cold? It's all because Yu'er is not good, she shouldn't have taken away your quilt just now. It's just that Yu'er should get you another quilt, right? If, the prince insists, it is more comfortable to sleep in this room. ”

Nangong Ping, who was pushed aside, was still panting heavily.

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