The lips touched, and all of Ming Yulong's attention fell on the part where the two of them were in contact, and the blood in his whole body seemed to flow backwards and rushed to his brain, and everything else was abandoned from the five senses.

Resisting, struggling, refusing, nothing can be remembered, only the cool breath of the ice fountain floats in her world, like the beauty of floating dew and green pings.

Rong Yi looked at her stunned appearance, a smile flashed in her eyes, and it wasn't until the thick male voice came that the thin pale lips slowly left her pink lips.

His face was as motionless as a mountain, and he slowly put the sauce-flavored meat roll that had shifted the position into his mouth, looked at the frozen girl, and chewed slowly in his mouth.

Bailikun had already jumped off the horse, flicked his dark robe, and his pale blue eyes suddenly deepened, strode to the wonton shop, and looked at the two of them with his eyebrows twisted:

"Rong Shizi, is this the way of communication between men and women in your country?"

In the face of his sudden questioning, Rong Yi's eyes remained unchanged, and the scene just now seemed to him to be just a simple action of eating and drinking, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a charming smile, and he replied elegantly:

"It's just how I communicate with her."

Ming Yulong didn't come back to his senses until this time, and the blood that had just gathered slowly returned to his body, raising his misty eyes to look at the person who had just come in.

Dressed in a simple dark brocade robe, his hair was tied with a golden crown, and the belt was embroidered with a goshawk totem different from that of the Tianyuan Dynasty, the golden embroidery thread sparkled in the sun, and the well-tailored clothing outlined his tall and sturdy figure, showing a domineering spirit that was above others.

At this time, the pale blue eyes were as deep as inky blue, constantly looking between her and Rong Yi, with a certain kind of visitive gaze.

She thought that Rong Yi would explain the sudden action just now, but listening to his answer, she didn't seem to be ready to say it, so she misunderstood the actions of the two of them so much, and she didn't have time to think about what Rong Yi was going to use to rob her of her in that special way, and hurriedly said:

"What kind of communication, Bailikun, don't listen to his nonsense, he's just robbing me of my sauce-flavored meat!

Rong Yi, say quickly, were you grabbing the sauce and fragrant meat just now? ”

Her voice was so eager, as if she was about to explain the action of the two of them just now, as if she was afraid that others would misunderstand her.

Rong Yi stared at her for a long time, and her ink-colored pupils overflowed with a dark light, and at first glance, she seemed to be jealous and angry.

Ming Yulong's heart jumped, and he blinked his eyes, he couldn't believe that when he saw it again just now, a deep calm had been restored in those dark jade-like transparent eyes, and all emotions were buried in that dark color.

The light purple sleeves moved slightly, revealing a pale smile, "Of course, I'm just grabbing the sauce and fragrant meat, is there any other reason?" Kiss you? How can it be? I'm not that picky eater. ”

There was a faint mockery in his tone, and in addition to the calmness of his eyes, there was also a coldness that rejected people.

Ming Yulong was stunned when she heard Rong Yi's words, and raised her eyes to look at him.

When he had finished speaking, he stopped looking at her.

Rulan's thin fingers held the chopsticks, took a piece of wonton and put it in her mouth, and ate it slowly, so indifferent and noble, it looked the same as usual, but it made Ming Yulong feel an unknown uneasiness in her heart