"Xuan Yueqin, you want to play with me, see who of us plays tomorrow! Who's there! ”

Xuan Lishuang screamed and shot the hairpin out, and the person outside the window turned around with the same ease, pinching the hairpin between his fingers and playing with it.

There was no expression on the cold and unequaled face, only a pair of eyes still had a little warmth.

"His Highness the Immortal King!"

Xuan Lishuang had a chill on her body, the person she didn't want to see the most was Feng Luoming, and the other was Feng Beilie.

But in terms of lethality, Feng Beilie was definitely an overwhelming victory.

"The king's ears are not backed."

Feng Beilie jumped in from the window by himself, sat down where he thought was most comfortable, and elegantly crossed Erlang's legs and said, "Tea." ”

"Huh? Yes, coming soon! ”

To others, Xuan Lishuang dares to be presumptuous, but to Feng Beilie, Xuan Lishuang is like a lynx seeing a leopard, and can only clip his tail to wipe Feng Beilie's hair.

However, this prince's interest is really strange.

In the middle of the night, I didn't go through the main gate and came in from the backyard, but I jumped out of the window and sat on her bed to ask for tea.

It seems that the prince's profession is quite idle.

Xuan Lishuang made a cup of tea with the only tea leaf and handed it over, he sniffed the smell, and put the teacup next to him with an expressionless face.

Xuan Lishuang was in a cold sweat, looking at him, he was disgusted with the tea and was too resistant to drink it.

"I'm sorry, I only have this kind of tea here, the prince wants to drink it, I'll call my father."

"If you want to call him, the king will come in through the main gate."

He glanced at her with a disgusted look of disdain for her and played with the hairpin in his hand and said, "Who sent it?" ”

Feng Beilie spoke completely regardless of the rhythm of others, and asked domineeringly.

Xuan Lishuang didn't want to answer, but was swept away by his cold eyes, and a chill swept through his body from his bones.

Xuan Lishuang said in a cold sweat: "It wasn't sent to me, it was sent by Zhao Shuang'er." ”

Feng Beilie's eyes softened a little, put down the hairpin and said, "It's a good thing, but the peony is not suitable for you." ”

He threw a burden, and Xuan Lishuang's brow twitched.

In one night, she actually received two packages, and she was lucky enough to have a little headache.

"Open it, put it on."

Xuan Lishuang's eyes flashed with a confused glow, and he looked at him in surprise.

"This king doesn't like to say the second time, open it, put it on."

His tone was understated, but there was a kind of dignity and domineering that could not be refused, Xuan Lishuang took the package and smiled: "My house only has one room, and it is not very convenient to change clothes here." ”

"What's inconvenient, what should be seen or not, this king has already seen it."

Xuan Lishuang thought that she was only wearing a sheet in the palace that day, and she didn't know that Feng Beilie was referring to the night in the Qinglou.

"Even if the prince has already seen it, but it's too late now, even if I wear it, you can't see it clearly, so it's better to change the day." My shoulder hurts to death and I need to rest early. ”

Xuan Lishuang shrugged her shoulders twice, Feng Beilie got up and walked behind her, and pressed her to the chair and sat coldly.

"What are you doing ......?"

Xuan Lishuang gasped before he finished speaking.

Feng Beilie's hand strength was just right, and every blow fell on her sore spot, and all her day's fatigue was swept away.

Xuan Lishuang enjoyed it very much, but this atmosphere was too weird.

The ghost-faced god of war, Hades King Feng Beilie, was rubbing her shoulders. This scene will definitely be scared to death if someone else sees it.