He clearly saw Su Wan's crimson cheeks, annoyed and bright apricot eyes, Xiao Yan's beautifully shaped eyes swept through the depths, and his thin lips were picked at as if they were nothing.

The injuries on his body were healed, and there was no headache and torture.

Xiao Yan has secretly contacted the old department, and in the next two days, he will be able to leave the happy house.

Those people in the court, Xiao Yan didn't pay attention to them.

If he knew that he was good, he would not be able to sit still if the little emperor sat on the throne.

Xiao Yan won't let them have a good time!

There was coldness in his eyes, and Xiao Yan looked a little distracted.

At this juncture, Su Wan came to the edge of the couch and raised his hand to touch his arms, wanting to take advantage of his unpreparedness and snatch back the purse he had just sent out.

She regretted it, she should have kept such a personal thing as a purse.

Xiao Yan played with it in his hand, Su Wan's skin was hot, and he felt uncomfortable.

"If you don't like it, give it back to me." As she spoke, the person went up directly and reached out to take it herself.

The fingertips touched Xiao Yan's arms, and Xiao Yan's eyes seemed to be even more unpredictable in the depths.

Su Wan avoided his gaze, and his fingers had already touched the ribbon of the purse.

She gently hooked it, and saw that half of the purse was already exposed.

Xiao Yan's robe was loosely hooked by Su Wan, grabbed Su Wan's hand, leaned back, and as if unintentionally, he swept his wide sleeves, and the porcelain pillow on the side of the couch quietly rolled down next to Su Wan's feet.

Su leaned forward, but as if he had stumbled over something, his feet slipped, and he threw himself forward with an unstable center of gravity.

Xiao Yan was pressed under her body.

The hairband was loose, and the green silk slid down Su Wan's cheeks like a waterfall, with a good fragrance, lingering around Xiao Yan's nose.

Su pulled open Xiao Yan's shirt in his hand, and his palm was still pressing on his chest.

Looking at each other, Su Wan was a little confused.

In front of him were Xiao Yan's beautifully shaped and deep eyes.

His eyelashes were black and long, but the pupils were extraordinarily black, deep and as if there were whirlpools hidden, and they were still cold eyes, but Su Wan felt that when he looked at her, there seemed to be something more in his eyes.

"I ...... Not intentionally. Su Wan's throat was a little dry, she pursed her lips, pushed Xiao Yan's chest, and tried to get up.

However, Su Wan, who threw himself into the net, Xiao Yan would not let go.

The man's burning palm wrapped around Su Wan's waist from behind, and the other hand clasped her shoulder.

Through the clothes, Xiao Yan can feel the slenderness of Su Wan's waist, as well as the softness of the skin, this is still through the clothes, if there is no such barrier, what will it be like?

Su Wan froze, clearing Ling Ling's apricot eyes, and looking at Xiao Yan with a slight glint in his eyes.

"Let go of me." She tried to make herself appear calm.

At this time, the more she struggles, the more likely it is that some 'accidents' will happen.

"What if I say no?" Xiao Yan was lazy, his big hand clasped the back of Su Wan's head from his shoulder, and his slender fingers were inserted into Su Wan's thick and silky hair.

He liked her long satin hair and preferred ...... Her cheeks were crimson.

"You are my princess." Xiao Yan suddenly exerted force.

Su Wan was held in his arms, only to feel that the world was turned upside down, and her whole person was lost by Xiao Yan, from her to knocking him down, and becoming him pressing her.

The lines on Xiao Yan's cheeks are simple, his eyebrow bones are full, and his nose is high.

After a long time in a coma and not seeing the light of day, Xiao Yan's complexion was slightly pale, and his lips were a little thin, but these dark, arrogant and gloomy eyes deeply locked Su Wan.

"You haven't admitted it." Su Wan turned his face away and struggled again.