"Hey, when are you going to go back to your palace?" Murong Xue watched this person come to occupy her softness again, and couldn't help but kick his leg with her foot.

Since Xiahou Qing stayed in Murong Mansion for one night that day, she has been staying in Murong Mansion with a dead face, saying that she wanted to exchange feelings with her, Murong Xue couldn't help but roll her eyes, it seemed that she was not familiar with her. And the most ridiculous thing is that Xiahou Mobing is obviously here to pick up Xiahou Qing back. Who knew that after hearing Xiahou Qing say that she would not go back, he also said that he would not go back, and said that he could not explain to the saint, bullshit, everyone knows that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not close to the saint, let alone explain. What's even more hateful is that I don't know what he told her grandfather, and actually agreed to let him live in the Snow Garden. What the hell do you say, she is still in the boudoir, and I don't know what grandpa thinks.

Of course she didn't know, when Xiahou Mobing told Murong Fu, her dear grandfather patted his chest and said reassuringly, don't worry, you can live as long as you like. Five years ago, Murong Fu took a fancy to Xiahou Mobing, his grandson-in-law!

Xiahou Mobing, who was on the soft collapse, moved his eyelashes slightly, and then there was no movement. After a while, he finally reluctantly struggled to open his eyes, the dazzling sunlight, he was very unaccustomed to it, subconsciously closed his eyes again, and then tried to open them slowly, looking at the angry Murong Xue in front of him, "Well, Xue'er is coming with me, come on!?" After saying that, he really moved a place for her. Xiahou Mobing looked at Murong Xue with a cute expression like a child who had just woken up, and his eyes seemed to say Come up, come up!

“………”

"This is my room!!" Murong Xue was furious, what kind of person is this grandma, she can't live in her own house, and she actually came here with her brains.

After Xiahou Mobing stretched his waist, he stood up and said, "I know! "That's why he knew it was her room.

"And you're still here?"

"Where are you not going here?"

"Aren't you the crown prince? Shouldn't you be in your house for political affairs? ”

"Oh, I'm just a prince in name." What he said was the truth. Indeed, although he is the crown prince, Xiahoudun is inexplicably setting him up, no matter whether it is political affairs or anything, he does not need him to interfere. It doesn't matter, he doesn't need it anyway.

“………”

"Oops, it's so nice today!" Xiahou Mobing stood up and pushed open the window and sighed.

The sun just shone on his face, his smooth and fair face, revealing the angular coldness, which may be the reason why he had just slept on the soft collapse, and there was a faint trace on his fair face; The dark and deep eyes glowed with a charming color; The thick eyebrows, the tall nose, and the beautiful lip shape all show nobility and elegance.

The ghost made the god worse, and Murong Xue actually wanted to get rid of the eye-catching trace.

She didn't know that at this time, she really put her hand on the faint trace of Xiahou Mobing.

"Hehe, I didn't expect Xue'er to be so enthusiastic!" Xiahou Mobing looked at Murong Xue and looked at his face again, making a nymphomaniac.

Murong Xue, who came back to her senses, found that she was actually leaning on Xiahou Mobing's arms at this time, and her hand was touching his face at this time, forehead, it looked like her, and she was a nymphomaniac again. The skin is so good, anyway, now that she has touched it, she just touched it enough, and when she touched it, she suddenly thought of a sentence "Mixue does not know that the skin is white, and the night cold has felt fragrant" is really a true portrayal of the person in front of her.

"Is your skin good?"

"Good"

"Do you want to keep touching?"

Murong Xue originally wanted to say something, but suddenly, she seemed to remember that he was still in his arms. Murong Xue looked up at Xiahou Mobing.

And Xiahou Mobing just lowered his head, and his handsome face with a white jade-like luster and delicate luster was close to Chi Qi, and it happened to touch her forehead by chance.

Suddenly, a burst of electricity quickly circulated throughout the body.

"Xiahou Mobing" Murong Xue pushed him away.

But Xiahou Mobing's hand was strong and powerful, and with a stretch of his long arm, he tightly imprisoned Murong Xue in his arms, how could he let her run away from the duck in his mouth, his palm touched Murong Xue's pink cheeks, and his thumb rubbed softly, caressing her lips, and her beautiful thumb was like a lipstick, depicting her lips smoothly and delicately.

Murong Xue's eyes widened and she wanted to resist, but she found that she was powerless under his strength.

Suddenly......

Xiahou Mobing's arm pressed the back of her head and grabbed her soft pink lips heavily.

His tongue, hot and soft, yet seemed to contain great power, penetrated her mouth sharply and accurately, and danced closely with her tongue.

Serious and persistent.

He closed his inky eyes and inhaled her sweet taste with emotion.

She still resisted, resisted vehemently.

But the more he resisted, the more he was caught by Xiahou Mobing, and finally her hand was cut behind her with one hand, and the back of her head was strongly supported by him with his other hand, at this time she was weak and soft in his arms, unable to move.

This kiss is full of passion like fire, sweet like honey.

Maybe it was the instinctive reaction of the body, or his skills were good enough, slowly, she no longer resisted, her whole body softened, and slightly merged into Xiahou Mobing's wanton plundering strong kiss.

At this moment, Murong Xue's mind went blank.

The heart that had been untouched was beating at this time...... Her sanity had fled, and her body instinctively obeyed her brain's command and feedback.

It seems like a long, long time...... Their lips and teeth are separated from each other, and there is an ambiguous smell flowing in the air.

Xiahou Mobing's gaze was always locked on Murong Xue, and there was still residual passion in her blurry beautiful eyes.

Murong Xuexue's white and tender face turned red without warning.

She subconsciously wanted to push him away, but her body flashed and disappeared into the room.

And Xiahou Mobing, who was in the room at the moment, suddenly burst out laughing.

In one breath, Murong Xue ran to the house in the suburbs with light skills, closed the door, leaned against the gate, panting.

At this moment, she still felt that her face was hot, and the place where Xiahou Mobing's lips kissed was like a flame, burning everywhere, and the scorching flames spread wherever they went.

Murong Xue thought about the scene just now, and the heat of her body increased little by little again, sweeping all over her body, and Murong Xue suddenly felt like she was being burned by the heat......

The heart was beating in a puff, and Murong Xue put her hand on her heart, confused.

She seems to have fallen in love with Xiahou Mobing. But is he serious about her, or is he bored to pass the time, or does he use her as a doll?

Should she believe that this is love?

It's ridiculous to say, she hasn't even been in love, although in her previous life she played with countless people and often used beauty to complete tasks, but she is still a girl. Counting the age of this life, she is Ben San, well, Ben San's old virgin.

Murong Xue is not reluctant, since she likes it, then she is brave enough to chase it, she has not touched such a thing as love.

After Murong Xue clarified her thoughts, she looked at the surrounding environment and pondered to explain it to Xiahou Mobing another day.

Off topic:

Murong Xue: Qiqi, you wrote me so se╰_╯╬

Xiahou Mobing: Qiqi is the best, remember to write me handsomely, coldly, and indifferently......

Qiqi: ......