This title made Joan react for a while before he came to his senses.

How long has it been since someone called her that?

She used to be a person who forgot her identity and had no home, only a long, long time ago, she drifted to a certain world from the grassroots to become a princess with a different surname, and when she heard others call her Her Royal Highness, she felt déjà vu in a trance.

Since then, she has often dreamed, and the scenes in her dreams are strange and familiar, vaguely evoking the past, hazy, making her want to break through the derivative world, the three thousand small worlds and the three thousand big worlds, and go to the main world.

At that time, she didn't know the attitude of those systems and people in the main world towards her, and she had suffered a lot of losses and was almost killed many times.

Now that she had mastered the skill and achieved half of the goal, a man came and stood in front of her and called her 'Your Highness the Princess'.

The man waited there very patiently, and did not see any urging.

Bei Sansan trembled, wanting to step forward, but he didn't dare, he couldn't search for the man's identity information, only the moment he saw him, he spontaneously had a sense of crisis, instinctively wanted to open the SSS-level emergency protective barrier, the whole system was about to crash in fear, and he didn't notice the sound of Her Royal Highness the princess.

Joan reacted and began to look at him.

He has a pair of phoenix eyes that are long and narrow, as if containing the light of the world, slender eyebrows, thin red lips with a polite smile, the bridge of the nose is straight and straight, the body proportion is perfect, the thin clothes outline the man's lean waist and abdomen, and the black trousers wrap a pair of long legs against the sky.

The whole person is delicate and almost impeccable.

He calmly faced her wanton scrutiny, the smile on the corner of his mouth did not change at all, polite and detached, perfect but not very sincere.

Joan tugged at her lips, she reached out to hold his hand, felt the heat coming from his skin, and then put her fingertips on the lifeline of his wrist, carefully checking the pulse, but she couldn't feel any heartbeat.

Immediately after, her fingertips slid down and pinched his palm, this man has a very beautiful pair of hands, with an even complexion, slender fingers and well-defined bones, when kneading, the skin is not soft and smooth, with a slight texture, but it feels quite good.

Then he approached, stretched out his other hand, put it on his abdominal muscles, and pressed it, which was real.

She followed the abdominal muscles around him, touched his side of the waist, back, and then tapped his spine with her fingertips, slowly up to the back of his neck, the whole palm was attached, and then touched the shoulder, went down, and pressed smoothly on his chest, feeling it for a while.

He didn't move his hands and feet in the face of her, his face didn't move at all, as if he was wearing a mask, he looked at her half-down, his eyes were as black as ink, he couldn't see any emotion, deep as the vast universe, full of mystery and unknown.

Joan glanced at him, her hand slid down her chest to her abs, and down, trying to slip into the mystery, but he grabbed her.

She looked up and smiled.

He held her hand and looked at her, as if he was a little helpless, "Your Royal Highness Princess." ”

Qiao An calmly withdrew his hand, patted it, turned sideways and said, "It turns out that it's not a wooden person, then please come in." ”

Hua Ye walked in with his feet raised, and when he was halfway through the door, he suddenly turned around and grabbed Qiao An's waist. He slammed her door in his arms and leaned down.

The strong male hormonal breath instantly enveloped Qiao An, almost isolating the air in his arms, making people lack oxygen, Qiao An subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, but he couldn't resist the strength of this man.

Seeing his handsome face approaching, Joan turned his head away, his lips brushing over her face and clinging to her ear.

Then, she heard the man whisper in her ear, "It's a return gift." ”

Bei Sansan was directly frightened and his legs weakened, and he exclaimed in fear: "Master! ”

This sound made Qiao Han, who deliberately shielded his five senses and worked hard, raise his head.