Shen Lichuan's face darkened.

He knew that this woman's gentle mask was unbelievable.

He shouldn't have had the slightest pity for this woman.

"Let go."

His voice was cold, almost frozen, and his whole body was detached.

The temperature in the room also plummeted.

"Is it reasonable to disturb my sleep?" Leng Mingyue continued to tighten the silver chain, forcing the two to look at each other, and anger was rife in their hearts.

The cold in his eyes was no lower than Shen Lichuan.

The tips of their noses were less than a few centimeters away, and each other's breaths were mixed.

This should have been a charming scene, but Leng Mingyue just wanted to educate Shen Lichuan well.

In the last life, almost everyone knew that the goddess had a habit.

I don't want others to disturb her sleep.

Sleep is the number one priority in life.

In addition, as long as she doesn't touch her bottom line, she doesn't care how cannon fodder behaves.

If it really comes to her, she won't show mercy.

Shen Lichuan happened to step on her red line this time.

He also pressed her hair, which was about the same as jumping on the red line.

"Who bothered whom, don't you know?"

Shen Lichuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

These words reminded Leng Mingyue, and she also narrowed her eyes, and there was more cynicism in her voice:

"His Highness sneaked into my room, pressed my hair, slept next to me, and questioned me in turn?"

"The deity doesn't sneak in, and you are no exception to any woman's room."

Shen Lichuan smiled coldly, the chill on his body increased, and there were three more points of ridicule in his cold eyes.

seemed to be laughing at Leng Mingyue's self-righteousness.

Sensing this ridicule, Leng Mingyue snorted:

"When you praised me for my good looks and knocked me down, it wasn't like this!"

The ghost clan does feed on people, but the first two times she met Shen Lichuan, Shen Lichuan coveted her beauty.

If you really want to eat people, you should go to Shen Zichen, because the child is the most supplemental, and he shouldn't stare at her.

Especially when the temple was broken, the coachman who traveled with him was a person with cultivation, and Shen Lichuan was a ghost king, couldn't he even tell who was more delicious?

"You."

The man heard something, and his temperament suddenly became dangerous, and the scarlet color flashed in his eyes.

He pinched the girl's jaw, which was close at hand, and his voice was magnetic and low:

"No amnesia."

From the moment he learned of her hidden strength, he wondered if she really had amnesia.

She was acting.

This hypocritical, treacherous, and narcissistic woman.

The warm touch coming from the jaw made Leng Mingyue stunned, and then she realized that she had said the wrong thing.

She has acted so many times conscientiously, but she overturned so unprepared?

I knew that there would be today, why did she lie in the rain and cement in front of the broken temple for so long!

Blood loss!

"What if you don't have amnesia?" Leng Mingyue's red lips opened lightly: "This has nothing to do with you sneaking into my room!" ”

That's the point.

Shen Lichuan laughed angrily.

Outside the door, Laifu walked quickly: "Your Highness, Miss Leng, are you okay?" I see the doors are open on both sides, and you-"

Laifu's tone paused, and as soon as he came in, he saw that His Royal Highness and Leng Mingyue seemed to be about to stick together.

His Royal Highness lifted Leng Mingyue's chin, and his movements were as light as the hooligans on the street.

Leng Mingyue tugged at the silver chain around His Highness's neck, and her movements were rude and ambiguous.

The clothes of both of them are messy to varying degrees.

Looking at the bed next to the two of them, the thin quilt fell to the ground, and the pillow went to the corner.

It's as if someone is doing something intense and indescribable on it.

"Enter the ......" Laifu weighed tremblingly, almost biting his tongue: "It's progressing too fast, isn't it?" ”