Su Ruotang's tiny teeth, biting his lower lip, turned his head and closed his eyes to look at him.

It was so close that she could even feel the inch-inch-approaching fragrance of clear cedar, and she didn't know when it would suddenly stick up.

Her breath tightened, and her heart quickened.

In the silence of the carriage, she could even hear her own heartbeat clearly.

Bang, bang, bang......

Nervous and hurried.

The delicate earlobe, the abrasive breath has not fallen for a long time.

Su Ruotang's long eyelashes kept trembling.

When you close your eyes, other perceptions are clearer.

She could feel the man's slightly cool fingers across her shoulders, gradually falling down on her slender and soft waist, with a slight tingling feeling.

Su Ruotang has long eyelashes, hanging a little bit of fine crystal, and there is a heavy flush floating at the end of his eyes, which makes people want to ravage even more.

She pursed her lips tightly, her white fingers weakly grasping the clothes scattered beneath her, the syllables overflowing from her red lips shattered and trembled, "Don't...... Don't ...... in the wagon"

will be discovered.

Mo Yingyan's fingertips rested on her beautiful waist, and her voice was low and magnetic, "Then where can I be?" ”

Su Ruotang's tiny teeth bit his lower lip, his misty peach blossom eyes glared at him, and he gasped and pulled up his skirt to cover himself, "Nothing." ”

Looking forward to the bright peach blossom eyes, with water waves.

Against the backdrop of reddened eyes, the thin and glutinous voice has no deterrent power at all, but reveals a messy and broken beauty.

Mo Yingyan's eyes darkened, she closed her eyes fiercely, slowly pulled up her dress, and carefully dressed her.

Su Ruotang's long eyelashes kept trembling, and he pursed his lips tightly and didn't look at Mo Yingyan.

Relieving the strange feeling on her body, she supported her weak legs and found a place farthest away from Mo Yingyan to sit down.

The atmosphere inside the carriage gradually changed from charming to cold.

Silence.

Su Ruotang's water sleeves were on his knees, revealing a little white fingertips.

She raised her hand, lifted the curtains, and looked out.

The delicate side face curvature was tight, and the words "stay away from me" were engraved on the door of his head.

Mo Yingyan looked at her delicate side face, rubbed her temples with her fingertips, and spoke again, "Little Begonia, call my husband in the future." ”

Su Ruotang was silent for a moment, then lifted his long eyelashes, turned to look at the man's beautiful and magnificent face, and his red lips pursed a sarcastic arc.

"Husband? Has Your Highness treated me as a lady? ”

Mo Yingyan touched the beautiful peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling, but the smile did not reach the bottom of the eyes.

When the words "you are my wife" came to his lips, he swallowed back unconsciously.

He leaned against the carriage, his voice spilling low, "What are you doing again?" ”

Yo.

Isn't it time to say that he has grown?

You can tell she's angry.

Su Ruotang glanced at him coolly, and his sweet tone was cold under the response of the silent carriage.

"Your Highness has bad eyes, so go to the doctor, don't slander the concubine."

As the words fell, she looked out the window again.

Looking at his face, she was even angrier.

Even the concubine's body came out, and she said that she was not angry?

Mo Yingyan raised her eyebrows, wisely not saying this.

He picked up the teapot on the low table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it over with his slender and clear long fingers, "Drink some tea to moisten your throat." ”

Su Ruotang ignored it directly.

Mo Yingyan put down the teacup, thought carefully with the little patience he had left, and finally came to the conclusion -

It probably still hurts.

I don't know if the concubine has that kind of ointment......

Glancing at the cushion under the third princess, Mo Yingyan leaned over slightly and held her soft and boneless wrist.

Su Ruotang was caught off guard, and subconsciously struggled to retract his hand, "What are you doing?" ”

Mo Yingyan's long fingers with distinct bones clasped the smooth and slender wrist hard, and his eyes looked down, "It hurts badly?" ”

Su Ruotang struggled for a moment.

Where does it hurt?

Then he realized where he was looking, and his pretty face suddenly turned red, and he glared at him angrily, "Yes, it hurts so much!" Please also ask the Third Highness not to touch the concubine in the future, and find your childhood sweetheart! ”

I can't wait to close my ears when the car is sinking.

For the first time, he felt that high martial arts were not a good thing.

The two in the car were at a stalemate.

Su Ruotang's beautiful peach blossom eyes, sneering and sneering, looked at the man's ink eyes that were gradually losing their temperature.

Seeing that the man's patience seemed to be completely exhausted, the sarcasm at the corner of her lips became thicker.

However.

The next moment, the sarcasm and sneer in her eyes were suddenly replaced by shock.

Mo Yingyan directly bent over and hugged her slender waist, with one hand.

Su Ruotang only felt that the sky was spinning for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the man's lap.

The light-colored skirt pours down the man's long legs, and the extreme light color and the abstinent black and red collide with a wanton and charming visual impact.

Just as the wind was blowing, the curtain of the carriage was lifted slightly, and Fu Beixian, who was driving a horse beside the carriage, saw this scene inadvertently, and was so frightened that he hurriedly looked away.

it!

Is it certain that he can watch such a powerful picture without paying for it?

He subconsciously looked away, just missing Mo Yingyan's cold gaze.

Naturally, I didn't see Mo Yingyan's eyes that were different from Su Ruotang's warm and smiling eyes.

Unsympathetic.

The beautiful and magnificent face, like the ice sculpture carefully carved by Nuwa, is exquisite but exudes a compelling cold air.

Mo Yingyan's noble wrist firmly buckled Su Ruotang's soft waist.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, closed his eyes slightly, and the faint scent of begonias lingered in his breath.

Su Ruotang was hugged by him and couldn't struggle at all.

She leaned on the man's tight chest and silently calculated the length of Mo Yingyan.

The next moment, she gave up.

With the length of a dog man, it can't be dark.

When she was done, why didn't she just stay in the carriage until it was dark and then get off?