Seeing that the strength in her hand was getting bigger and bigger, the back of her hand was pulled out by her several red marks, and Rong Yi frowned almost invisibly,

His left hand clasped her two wrists, and the spring smile on his face was full of spring, and whispered in her ear:

"Have you finally admitted that you're a troublemaker?

I have seen you four times,

The first time, you killed someone in front of me.

The second time, you got into an argument with someone in Yunxiang Pavilion.

The third time, there was a "twenty-one ghosts" incident in the academy,

The fourth time, you've provoked another group of thugs to besiege you.

I don't want to care about you, but who let your maid watch you get into my carriage,

If you fall under the carriage and get wounded,

I'm afraid that the prince of Ming will think that I can't take care of me well and ruin my reputation in the Tianyuan Dynasty. ”

Thinking of what he said, Ming Yulong was even more annoyed in his heart,

She didn't believe that Yirong Yi's city government would not guess that the cause of these things was because of his peach blossom tree.

But he still blames her so justifiably!

The water eyes stared at Rong Yi, and the words spit out from the pink lips seemed to have flames,

"Is this all my fault?

Which one didn't they come first to provoke me, to tease me, to murder me, to frame me?

I know that in your Rong Yi's heart, no matter what bad things other people do to me, I will provoke them.

You didn't like me from the first time we met, you wanted to test me, and you just hated me so much!

In that case, let me go, let me get out of the carriage, and don't get in your way here!" ”

Rong Yi looked at her angry cheeks like rouge, suddenly laughed, looked at her eyes seriously, and said softly:

"I've never hated you."

His eyes were focused and profound, like a deep valley that had been sleeping for thousands of years, and Ming Yulong looked at him blankly.

He slowly approached her, resting his forehead on her shoulder,

"From the first time, I never hated it."

He just thinks she's special.

The sound of slow breathing makes a subtle undulation in the distance.

She woke up suddenly, only to find that the posture of the two people was very ambiguous.

Rong Yi sat in the carriage, holding her waist with one hand, and clamping her wrists with the other, wrapping around her waist.

His forehead rested lightly on her shoulder, and the breath of an ice fountain floated around her again.

Clean, natural, and has his unique Qingyuan.

She moved uncomfortably, frowning slightly,

"You let go of your hands first, I don't like that."

Rong Yi still grabbed her firmly, and even tightened her arms more and more tightly than just now,

The distance between the two was closer, and his smile hung on the corner of his mouth, like a bright rose.

He looked at her slightly frowning eyebrows, his smile became brighter and brighter, and even leaned against her neck, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"It smells so good."

Ming Yulong stiffened, struggled harder, and his eyebrows were filled with burning anger,

"Rong Yi, you let go of me!"

Rong Yi smiled slowly, as if he didn't see the two rays of light projected by her, and got closer.

even pushed her directly onto the low table next to her, leaned down, and his lips approached her inch by inch.

Ming Yulong's hands and feet were eager to use them together, avoiding the invading lips.

But his legs were pressed by his long legs, and his wrists were tightly clasped by him.

Even his body was skillfully pressed by him