"Hell......" Jun Yiyi was so frightened that he almost jumped up, grabbed the things on the dresser, and almost threw them over.

"I'm glad to see me, don't be so excited!" A low, playful magnetic voice came from the bedside, with a wicked smile.

This familiar voice, isn't it Ji Lingkong, who hasn't appeared for more than half a month?

"You, you...... Why do you go into a girl's room without their consent, sneaky and trying to scare people to death? Jun Yi was angry, and angrily dropped the things in his hand, and the ghost was happy to see him.

"I knocked on the door." Ji Lingkong spread his hands innocently, and smiled darkly, "But no one answered, so I came in." What's more, you are my future wife, well, you will live together and share a bed in the future anyway, what does it matter? ”

Share your head in the same bed! You want to be beautiful.

Junyi grinds his teeth.

This guy who doesn't know what a gentleman's demeanor is called, intrudes on the girl's boudoir, and has no taste.

"In the middle of the night, what are you doing here to find me?"

Damn, how could Mrs. Aisha let him in casually.

No, when Mrs. Aisa saw him, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and she didn't dare to say anything against it.

"Can't I look for you if it's okay? Anyway, we haven't seen each other for more than half a month, don't you miss me? Ji Lingkong stood up lazily and walked to her side.

The long body full of force slowly bent down towards her, the slender hand supported the back of the chair she was sitting on, bowed her head, the phoenix eyes flowed and there was a hint of evil in the smile, and the voice was hoarse and sensual.

was so close to him, so close that the eyes of the two of them were only a dozen centimeters away, and the cold atmosphere just now changed in an instant, as if it had been washed into a glass of strong red wine, and it seemed to have ignited a silent fire, becoming ambiguous and scorching.

Jun Yiyi was a little flustered, hurriedly looked away, and snorted: "The ghost just misses you, don't get so close, okay?" ”

The air became thinner, and he sucked away all the oxygen.

What she hates the most is this feeling, she can't control the atmosphere, and he is in control of the overall situation, unable to predict what will happen next, and can't stop it, and hates this inexplicable nervous heartbeat even more.

"I don't like what you say, I want you to think about me, keep thinking about me!" He whispered domineeringly, and came closer, so close that the heat on his lips almost touched her ears on the side of her head.

"Hey, you've been drinking?"

When she got closer, Jun Yiyi noticed a clear smell of wine faintly permeating her nose, mixed with his unique breath, and she suddenly became vigilant, with a bad premonition.

"Hmm!" His phoenix eyes were half-narrowed, the corners of his lips were lazy smiles, and he slowly leaned his head on her shoulder, "I drank a lot!" As the son of the speaker, the old ministers of the army and the ministry were very dissatisfied with my qualifications, and they came up to toast with a knife hidden in a cup of laughter, and they wanted to give me a lesson and teach me a lesson. ”

Jun Yiyi listened to it without a head, but he could guess something from his words, there are many intrigues in politics, and it is estimated that it is not easy for him as the son of the speaker.

The speaker of the council is high and powerful, and there must be many political enemies, but those political enemies hate it so much that Akari doesn't dare to do anything to the speaker, so he uses him as a son to target him, and suppresses the speaker by suppressing him.

He must have suffered a lot of guns and arrows on weekdays.

"Then you, have you drunk?" She couldn't help but ask worriedly, feeling his head resting on her shoulder, weighing her shoulders hard. It's not easy to estimate.

The speaker of the council is high and powerful, and there must be many political enemies, but those political enemies hate it so much that Akari doesn't dare to do anything to the speaker, so he uses him as a son to target him, and suppresses the speaker by suppressing him.

He must have suffered a lot of guns and arrows on weekdays.

"Then you, have you drunk?" She couldn't help but ask worriedly, feeling his head resting on her shoulder, weighing her shoulders hard.