Moreover, Yan Yue used to be young and liked to hold herself and be coquettish or something, but she didn't have any opinions.

Only now, he is sixteen years old......

Such an intimate and even ambiguous posture, even she felt that something was wrong.

She sighed and said to Yan Yue: "Ah Yue, you are so old, such an intimate action is not suitable for us." ’

Originally, as a flower demon, her face has remained unchanged for a hundred years, and she looks like a young woman whenever she looks. And Yan Yue is now the figure of an adult man.

The two stood together like this, and most people thought they were a pair of talented lovers.

Yan Yue's face darkened when she heard this: "Sister Peony, is this disgusting Ah Yue?" ”

His expression looked a little sad, but he let go of his hand very obediently, and said in a low voice: "Ah Yue only has Sister Peony as a close person, and there are some words that I can't say to others if I hold them in my heart, Sister Peony ......."

Before he could finish his words, Zhong Qing took the initiative to step forward and grabbed his hand.

She had a headache, and the most unbearable thing was that Yan Yue showed this appearance.

From the age of ten to now, for six years, she has watched him grow up, guarding him to grow up, and in her heart she has already regarded Yan Yue as half a younger brother and half a son.

This child is gentle and polite outside, and in this deep palace, his second prince seems to be beautiful, but in fact, he lives carefully every day, and now he finally returns to the palace to relax, as a demon clan, why should she care about those false courtesies?

Moreover, Zhong fondly admitted that looking at Yan Yue's appearance, she was really a little distressed.

Raised by his own hands, watching the child grow up, no one can bear to look at him sad.

Thinking like this, love convinced himself.

She sighed and admitted defeat: "No, Ah Yue, Sister Peony likes you the most, how can she dislike you." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, her body was once again hugged into a generous embrace-Yan Yue looked like a weak medicine jar in front of outsiders, but in fact, her body was very healthy.

Zhong Qing slammed into Yan Yue's arms, and was still a little dazed, and Yan Yue's happy voice had already heard in his ears: "I also like Sister Peony the most!" ”

Her body, which was originally a little uncomfortable and wanted to break free, was stunned and relaxed.

Forget it, it's so rare for this kid to be so happy and relaxed.

She didn't see it, Yan Yue, who hugged her tightly, and there was a successful smile in her eyes.

Yan Yue is indeed very happy, since he learned about Sister Peony's weaknesses, he no longer hesitated to abandon his image and pretend to be a man who is fragile in his heart in private, in order to win her sympathy and pity.

If you want something, you have to work hard for it.

This is his life code.

As for the face?

What kind of shame is it to lose face in front of the person you like?

From the time he was thirteen years old, he had his first sleep and saw the face of the man in his dreams, and he understood what he was thinking about the woman who had always been with him.

Since then, instinctive closeness has become deliberate intimacy.

The body in the arms is fragrant and soft. Soft, he couldn't help but use more force, buried his head between the other party's neck, and inhaled fiercely.

Sister Peony is like a deadly poison to her.

As the years passed, his dependence and desire for the poison became stronger and stronger.

Can't do without, can't let go, and don't want to let go.