However, the truth of the matter is that her entire head was pressed against Song Yuchen's chest, and her back was tightly pressed by him with his forearm, so she had to wrap around his waist, and her demeanor was ugly, and she was far from the ethereal and ethereal immortal she imagined that she was eighteen Shenwu Avenues.

Because Song Yuchen jumped up against the wind, the sound of the wind swept towards him, as sharp as a cold sword.

By the time he finally let go of his strength, the two of them had already returned to the room, and the sound of the hunting wind was casually slapped outside by him with the window. And he himself looked indifferent, except for the corner of his clothes that was tightly grasped by Shi Qingran, there was not a trace of untidy folds on his body.

His black hair was not messy at all, ironed and unmoved, as calm and calm as himself.

Then he quietly withdrew the hand that had passed around her waist, followed by the sound of squirming footsteps and the click of locking the window.

The room was no different from when they had just left, except that the wine on the table had cooled, and there was no longer a white mist around the open bottle.

The scene just now was still jumping in front of Shi Qingran's eyes, she really didn't care about what to drink or not, she was weak and slumped on the table, and she almost wanted to sigh-

It turns out that the table with dust thicker than knuckles is quite comfortable to lie on.

Song Yuchen turned around, pinched a pair of scissors from the wooden shelf that looked crumbling on the side, unhurriedly lifted the lampshade, and cut the wick of the candle.

Then his eyes suddenly became much brighter, and even his face, which was like ice carved jade, was shrouded in a layer of clouds and mountains and mist.

Shi Qingran turned his head and looked at his face very carefully.

The scissors knew at a glance that he was old, and the patina fell down between the one and the other, and between his slender fingers, it inexplicably carried a bit of chic holding flowers.

With this bit of chic, he lazily lowered his eyes, his dark eyelashes casting a shadow of light and light on the light, and he almost overrelaxed, as if the horrific scene just now was just an illusion of hers.

However, according to her understanding of this person, except for three points of impropriety and seven points of shamelessness, His Royal Highness King Zhennan can really be regarded as a very talented and good-looking handsome son, so no matter what he does, he should be calm and unconventional, and it is not strange that he can not change his face in the face of such a situation.

It's just that he is not afraid, but she still has lingering palpitations.

So Shi Qingran immediately decided to use this bit of beauty at his fingertips to soothe his frightened little heart, and crushed Fang Cai's terrifying face into a nightmare with the hazy scene in front of him, and forgot it in the clouds.

With a sound of "dangchang", Song Yuchen put down the scissors, slowly raised the corners of his eyes, and moved his thin lips slightly, making a gesture.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he must not have any good words, and sure enough, before he could raise his guard, a sentence fell in his ear coldly, "Don't you have anything to ask me?" ”

Shi Qingran didn't move, it is true that this time it was not because of presumptuousness, but because he really had no strength.

Fang Cai's sneaky glance completely subverted her perception of the word "voyeurism", and even caused her to be drained of all her thoughts in a very short period of time, and her body was extremely weak at this time, and she was simply physically and mentally exhausted.

She was silent, and Song Yuchen stopped talking, so she simply started directly.

The pair of thin and graceful hands fell down slowly, with a power that did not match its appearance at all, and unceremoniously grabbed the back of Shi Qingran's neck.

Shi Qingran sat up straight, looking at this person as if he was very satisfied, and finally resisted the urge to grit his teeth, and said, "What happened to that little guy's face just now?" ”

Song Yuchen was obviously careless, and he didn't even bother to do perfunctory surface work, "That's what you see." ”

“......”

She squeezed the few points of patience that was about to run out, squeezed it into her palm, took a deep breath, and said, "Then why did His Highness take me to see that-"

Song Yuchen glanced over lukewarmly.

"......" Shi Qingran immediately changed his words and said weakly, "So-what about the not-so-beautiful situation." ”

His Royal Highness King Zhennan stroked his sleeve for a long time, and asked without answering, "Did we just go down together and see it together?" ”

Shi Qingran was stunned, not knowing what he was going to do, he was on guard for a moment, and thought carefully for a while before nodding, "Yes." ”

"That's the end of it, how do I know what I'll see until then. What exactly looks like under his head, whether it looks good or not depends on luck, and as for what he just saw, maybe it was bad luck. ”

“...... How do you know that I'm unlucky, maybe it's your bad luck. ”

Song Yuchen raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little amused, and said lightly, "I just know." ”

He clearly refused to answer directly, and smoked back and forth like a spinning top.

Shi Qingran didn't want to ask again, and turned his head - in fact, he originally wanted to turn around, but he was caught off guard by his wrist and pulled back, and then fell on his lap completely out of his heart.

Since entering the door of Zhennan Wangfu, Shi Qingran thinks that he has almost never done anything that can make Song Yuchen really pleasing to the eye, mainly not because she is too stupid, but because this person is too picky, even to the point of picking eggs in his bones.

In this way, no matter what she did, it would be impossible to pick the egg out of the bones, and naturally it would be impossible to guess his mind.

However, Shi Qingran recently discovered that His Royal Highness King Zhennan seemed to like such a sticky and greasy pull, and took her hand behind him at every turn to take the person into his arms, but he was not close or far, and refused to reach out to hug her, just let her sit on his lap.

Then, as at this moment, he groped endlessly in her head, and said unhurriedly, "Miss, angry?" ”

Shi Qingran also said unhurriedly, "Miss is not angry, Miss will not be angry, Miss just wants to remind His Highness, Your Highness might as well take a look at the hour, little-"

As she spoke, she glanced at Song Yuchen from time to time, blatantly pretending to be blind.

Song Yuchen laughed coldly, and his fingers pinched her waist.

Shi Qingran, "......"

"Ahem...... I—I'm a little sleepy. Princess Zhennan, who was suppressed again, forcibly changed her words without much reason, and said, "I'd better come down, it should be very uncomfortable to press your legs like this......"

Song Yuchen sighed "Hmm", and unceremoniously hit the nail on the head, "If you really have such thoughtfulness, you might as well come to me what is in your heart, don't wear down my patience, okay?" ”

“......”

Shi Qingran, who had no way to hide in front of him, had no choice but to speak honestly, "I have nothing to say." ”