"Lord Wang, please use it." Seeing that he didn't move, Yu Yan stubbornly said again.

Suddenly, as soon as he reached out and pulled her in front of him, the wine glass was fed to her lips as soon as he pushed it. Yu Yan was shocked, could it be that she was still afraid that she would be poisoned?

The glass forced her red lips open and fed the wine into it, and the spicy wine was poured so hard that she choked on it, but he suddenly leaned down and sealed her lips, and the liquor that remained in her mouth rolled wildly.

"Eh......"

Yu Yan's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the few twisted scars on his dark forehead, a burst of nausea poured up, and he didn't care about his identity, he threw up when he pushed him away......

Qiu Xuanling's voice I love you, how did you say it? Just looking at his face like this, she didn't want to live anymore.

There was a dead silence in the carriage, and after some time, she wiped her lips and looked back at him with her neck stiff.

"Do you think this king looks ugly?" He threw away the book and asked in a muted voice.

"Don't dare, in the name of the prince's might, the slave and maid dare not offend, but the slave and maid can't sit in such a carriage, and the belly is uncomfortable, and I ask the prince to forgive me."

Yu Yan knelt down and replied timidly. On the smooth forehead, there is a thin layer of sweat.

"Whoever dares to spit on this king, you are still the first." His tone was still as calm, but his eyes were more terrifying.

"Slaves deserve to die." She took out a brocade handkerchief and gave it to him, climbed over the mat, and came over to wipe him.

"Another." He said coldly.

Yu Yan meekly threw away the brocade handkerchief, went to the small box and took one out, and put her hands in front of him.

"Are you going to let this king change it himself?" He picked up the book and slapped it on top of her head.

The legs are useless, and they are not hands, so why not...... Yu Yan naturally didn't dare to speak, only pursed her lips, and gently unbuttoned the mandarin duck on his brocade shirt, took off her robe, and untied the dark purple pure cloth robe he wore under the brocade - everyone else was white, and he wore dark purple!

"This one won't be changed." He squeezed her hand, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Hmm." She quickly withdrew her hand and shook off the brocade robe and put it on him.

In fact, he is not at all like a person who has just recovered from a serious illness, his figure is slender and well-proportioned, and he is strong and straight, not at all like the feeling of being thin after putting on a brocade robe.

"Change your pants." He suddenly said maliciously.

Yu Yan blushed, crawled over and got a pair of pants, forced herself to abandon distractions, and pulled his trouser belt. His legs were stiff, and she couldn't pull his pants off for him with all her strength, and she was sweating profusely.

"Lord, lord, lift your body, the slave and maid can't take it off." She wiped her sweat and looked up at him with a helpless expression.

"If this king can be carried, why do you need to serve?" He propped his hands on the chair and said indifferently.

"That'...... So can you lie down? The slave and maid have no strength. She straightened up on her knees and whispered a plea.

Yu Lixiao looked at her deeply, and then slowly fell down, crooked on the brocade pillow.

Yu Yan poked him into a fishnet in her heart, but her hands still grabbed the corners of his pants and pulled him down......

Sizzle...... With a bang, I saw the thin silk pants torn directly!