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"Jun Moying, please pay attention to my words-it's normal x life!"

Feng Qian's delicate voice was soft, and his hands were weakly pushing him, "Don't you think you're asking too much and need moderation now?" ”

The man snorted, disdainful and dissatisfied, "It's been three days, where is the excess?" ”

It's been three days since the last time between them!

Feng Qian gasped a few times sharply, and his words were a little unspeakable, but he was still struggling to die, "Seven...... Comparison of two times in seven days...... Harmonious! ”

The man nodded, hearing her words, and then said solemnly: "Then there should be a second time now......"

"Then you ...... Guarantee...... The rest of the days are not ...... Don't ......"

Before Feng Qian's words were finished, the red lips had been sealed by the man with a kiss, and the remaining words were swallowed into his stomach bit by bit.

This damn it, I use this trick every time, and kiss her if I can't say it, it's really perverted!

The conscience of heaven and earth, how could Jun Moying not be able to say anything about her, just because he was worried about the delicious supper in front of him, so he didn't have time to mess with her at all.

Finally, he still took care of the cold outside, and when he almost picked up his bedclothes, he picked up the person and brought him into the inner hall.

Gently putting her on the bed, he leaned over to kiss her, and the fine and dense kiss fell on her face, neck, all the way to the trend, mixed with his heavy breathing and low voice, "Shallow, if I give Han'er the throne to him when he becomes an adult, will you blame me?" ”

Between the sheets, her gaze seemed to be diffused by the mist between the two, and she couldn't see the look on the face of the man when he said this.

It's just that his heart shook slightly, and his originally messy thoughts suddenly sobered up a little, "Jun Moying ......"

The man kept moving, but just took the time to raise his eyelids, "Well, what's the matter?" ”

"You're kidding, aren't you?"

"Do you think I'm joking right now?"

Feng Qian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered a sentence in his mind, if I don't die for a day, you can only be the prince forever. Although this is just a joke, throughout the ages, almost all emperors and princes of all dynasties have been like this, intriguing, father is not father, son is not son.

It's understandable that this man isn't worried about Han'er plotting to usurp the throne, but he actually has this kind of thought in his heart?

She didn't open her mouth for half a sound, but then she hummed because she was too comfortable to be kissed, and her voice was low and soft, "Why do you think I will blame you?" ”

Jun Moying sighed, and said as if teasing: "I'm afraid that you will say that I am greedy for joy, so I will throw off political affairs, but I am tired of our son." ”

Feng Qian suddenly leaned up, swapped his hands around his neck, and hung himself on top of him.

In the man's slightly stunned eyes, he bit down on his Adam's apple violently, although it was not very strong, but that place was more fragile, and he heard the man snort almost inaudibly, Feng took a shallow breath, and was a little distressed, and gently rubbed his lips twice and licked it.

"Isn't that true?" She gritted her teeth and muffled.

Jun Moying scratched her nose and smiled softly and dotingly, "Little wild cat, why do you still bite people at this time?" Is it the blame that I didn't feed you? ”

Feng Qian was angry again when he heard this, and took another bite in the same place, "If I were a little wild cat, you would be a big bad wolf!" ”

"Well, that's a more appropriate analogy......"