"Too slow." He pulled her over and sat her firmly on his lap, holding her in both hands and letting her lean into his arms.

Jing Qingran had a strong feeling of dizziness, leaning on his arms, surrounded by his light and masculine aura, his heartbeat seemed to slow down a lot at a moment, but what the hell is dizziness and incompleteness?

Fascinated by this man, absolutely mesmerized by him.

"Lady, my husband has been waiting for you here for so long, even if you come slowly, you come here and refuse to come over, what does it mean?" He hugged her from behind, put his head on her shoulder, and the warm breath spat on her white earlobe, causing the woman's breathing to become shorter.

"I ...... I ...... "Jing Qingran I couldn't speak for a long time, and being so close to him was really a challenge to accept the rapid heartbeat and keep calm."

He smiled faintly, lowered his head and gently grasped her reddened earlobe, and gently allowed and bite, which tasted better than eating anything.

Jing Qingran only felt that the qi and blood flowed backwards, and his whole pretty face was red.

Pulling away the long black hair, revealing the woman's snow-white neck, as if on a pilgrimage, the man leaned down and kissed him finely.

"Aren't you disgusted with being a husband?" He asked again, his voice as low and mellow as if he had drunk wine.

"I didn't ...... No. Jing Qingran's blood-dripping face could no longer support her brain, and every time this man kissed her, her qi and blood rose by one point.

Who would dare to dislike His Royal Highness King Chen?

Although, Jing Qingran used to dislike him, but now, in the face of such a fairy-like stunner, she really can't dislike it, and she is inexplicably worried that this man will dislike her.

"Then why don't you come over?" He asked again.

"I ......," Jing Qingran didn't know how to answer.

"Don't you say yes?" His long, beautiful fingers gently ran around the belt.

"You just sit here, I'm not going to come......" Jing Qingran closed his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed to look at him, and then, lowered his head.

"What's wrong, it's just the two of us here." His cheek was pressed against hers, and a deep voice rang out in close proximity between the two.

"It's all said, I'm sorry......" The woman's heartbeat is getting faster and faster, and her breathing is becoming more and more difficult, and the woman's already red face is dripping with shame, and her breathing is heavy and slow, like running a marathon, and she is very tired.

This kind of thing, it's not good to think about.

"Why are you embarrassed?" He didn't let go of her, leaned over to her cheek, and asked softly.

"I, I, I'm shy," she said this, she was even more embarrassed, and for the first time admitted that she was a shy person in front ......of others.

Jing Qingran is usually very aggressive, and there are really few things that can make her shy.

"Ladies are also shy, so cute." He kissed her already red face, refusing to let go of a cent, not an inch.

The dim candlelight on the side was still shining silently, although there was no third person present, but this feeling of shame was still overwhelming, and people couldn't hide from it.

The difference always seems so great.

The woman has begun to sink.

Outside the window, the wind blows slowly, and the night is even deeper.

The candles in the room shook and shook gently, and the figures of the two gentle, pale ink black, were very light, like the wind.