Chapter 7

The room was quiet, and the sound of burning candles could almost be heard, and Tan Baolu only felt that time was passing very slowly.

Cen Canaan's fingers were on her face for a long time, and the rough fingertips brought a slight tingling and itching.

Tan Baolu is most afraid of itching, and even not so afraid of pain.

She sat down with a numb back, and couldn't help but exhale softly and struggled inside.

She moved backwards, and immediately woke up the trance-stricken Cen Canaan.

The out-of-focus eyes regrouped, like a lion suddenly entering a hunting state, and then suddenly let go of her.

He straightened up, then walked to the hanger on the side of the bed, unfastening the cloak from his shoulders with his back to her.

When he was changing, Tan Baolu's eyes didn't know where to look, and finally landed on the dark lines of the curtains on the side.

The corner of his eye was biased, and the broad and thick back unfolded with the movement of his arm, and the two craggy shoulder blades bulged powerfully, supporting the purple shirt into a huge butterfly shape.

She had seen He Dongyan's back, He Dongyan had never ridden a horse or fought, his back was weak, no different from hers. And Cen Canaan, who was born in martial arts, was tall and strong, like a rolling mountain range.

It turns out that there is such a significant difference between the bodies of men and women.

After taking off his cloak, Cen Canaan began to walk around the house.

Every step he took, he wanted to step on her tense muscles.

He sat down on a yellow pear circle chair, his body half leaning against the circle chair, and the wide jade belt on the waist of the purple official robe showed that his waist was narrow and powerful. Even if he sits casually in his bedroom, his posture is as upright as a bell, and this uprightness does not have the slightest sense of effort, it seems to be brought out of his bones, he is naturally arrogant and extraordinary.

After sitting down, he slowly untied the silver iron bracers on his cuffs.

The heavy bracers fell on the table with a muffled thud.

Without raising his head, he asked her in a low voice, "Who sent you here?" ”

Tan Baolu opened her mouth and replied, "The little girl doesn't know. I just remember that it was a purple sedan chair. ”

Cen Jianan was speechless after hearing this, and began to untie the second bracer again, and his thick sword eyebrows tightened slightly.

Tan Baolu subconsciously clenched her fingers, only then did she realize that she had been holding the cold hairpin.

Cen Canaan's gaze, as sharp as a falcon, immediately swept down quickly and landed firmly on her hand. Tan Baolu's heart was inexplicably raised, and when she looked down with Cen Jianan's gaze, she saw that the sharp end of the hairpin was shining outside the tiger's mouth.

Tan Baolu's brain went blank in an instant, and he held the hairpin tighter, trembling again and again.

She took the initiative to speak: "The little girl asked His Royal Highness King Wulie for forgiveness, and when His Royal Highness entered the house, the little girl was combing her hair, so she took off the hairpin and held it in her hand......"

Cen Canaan: "Really? ”

"Yes." Tan Baolu closed her eyes, and her thoughts flew in her head.

She needs Cen Canaan.

She needs Cen Canaan to help her.

Except for Cen Canaan, no one could snatch her from He Dongyan's hands.

Except for Cen Jianan, no one can help her kill He Dongyan.

Cen Canaan is the most powerful weapon in her life, if ...... It can be used by her.

Tan Baolu heard her own voice, gentle and gentle, delicate and dripping: "Because, because the little girl has been in love with His Royal Highness King Wulie for a long time...... If she can enter the house today, the little girl is too late to be happy, how can she make such an assassination? ”

After the words fell, Tan Baolu didn't hear Cen Jianan's response for a long time.

She couldn't help but turn her eyes away and look at Cen Canaan.

But I saw Cen Jianan's eyes of different colors, which were slightly out of focus in the night. The black eyes were as black as eternal night, and the purple eyes were about to burn.

But the light only stayed in these eyes for a moment, and then quickly disappeared.

It was so short that Tan Baolu was about to mistakenly think that he had seen something wrong.

"Really?" Cen Jianan leaned back, lifted his thin eyelids with interest, folded his arms in front of his chest, and stared at her with a smile, "Have you been in love for a long time?" ”

"Never forget...... Thinking wildly......"

"Don't forget it, it's ......crazy," she heard Cen Jianan let out a low chuckle, "This king has a way to tell how sincere you are to this king." ”

As she spoke, Cen Canaan had come to the bedside, his knees against her legs, against the edge of the bed, and then reached out to wrap her wrists.

His palm was scorching, almost burning her frozen skin like lava.

His knuckles tightened his fingers one by one, squeezing her wrist firmly, and then jerking it out.

Her body slammed into him and threw herself into his arms.

Her snort was full of his breath, and the overwhelming sandalwood incense made an impenetrable net, encompassing her in the period.

Her mind went blank, she stiffened, trembling slightly, like a puppet who fell down at the push of a push, and her eyes were closed, hoping to get through the pain that was about to come.

Immediately after, she felt the two fingers that Cen Canaan had held her wrist move upward, rubbing her forearm, sliding straight to the position of her wrist, and then the two fingers were together, right on her life.

Cen Canaan only did this action, and then stopped.

Tan Baolu narrowed her eyes into a slit, gradually adjusting to the faint light in front of her. After being like this for a moment, she realized that Cen Jianan was feeling her pulse.

The mouth may be able to lie, but the heartbeat cannot.

The fragile vein that was beating fast was pinched between his two fingers by Cen Jianan.

Cen Canaan was touching her pulse.

He leaned over to look at her, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, as if he was laughing at something.

Tan Baolu couldn't control her heartbeat, and the more she tried to calm herself down, the more panicked she became.

Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to retract her hand.

Cen Jianan's big palm that pinched her wrist tightened, and then slowly moved down, turning into touching her palm, the back of her hand, and the tiger's mouth.

He dragged her hand that was clutching the hairpin down, and down again.

The cold, pointed end of the hairpin roamed the skin on the inside of her legs.

It's as if countless ants are crawling by.

The silk threads on the thin fabric of "Hiss ......" were cut, and the snow-white and flawless skin seeped out of the tiny cracks like milk.

The already thin undergarment became inadequate, and the hairpin tossed through the layers of torn fabric that had landed on her legs, and then turned to her legs. Root.

Sharp gold almost pierced her flesh.

Cen Canaan finally stopped, his palms continuing to glow hot on the sides of her trembling legs.

This is exactly the position she has just crossed, and it is exactly the same......

Cen Canaan is not only exposing her lies, but also recreating for her what she was just going to do.

"Is this it?" Cen Canaan's deep voice rang out above her head, his palm sliding over her hand and skimming over her legs, "Or here?" ”

The hairpin was cold, but his hand was hot, clinging to her min. Feeling of the leg side.

She could feel her skin being exposed to the cold air.

No matter how calm and bold Tan Baolu was, she was also scared at this time.

It was the first time she was touched by a man so ambiguously on her legs, and she was still in this man's bedroom, and her pitifully thin underwear was torn almost like this.

At this moment, Cen Jianan suddenly stood up straight and pulled a huge gap between the two,

He rubbed his fingers, and it seemed that he had accidentally touched something slippery, smoother and softer than silk, and his fingers could barely stand, and they were about to slide down as soon as they touched them.

It took him a moment to realize what his palm had just touched.

The slippery touch seemed to remain on his fingertips, and even if he no longer touched it, it was still there.

He looked down and saw that she was wearing only a undergarment, the snow-white silk clinging to her body, and the skirt was spread flat on his dark gray bed, like a flower temporarily in the mud.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her mouth was tightly bitten, as if she was going to cry in the next second, and she pretended to be hard.

"I'm sorry."

A tunic with body temperature fell on her shoulders and wrapped her warmly. Tan Baolu raised his hand with some curiosity, it was Cen Jianan's black windbreaker, the lining was very thick, and the inside was full of the smell of his body.

Cen Jianan said softly: "It is not the king's order to send you today, and most of them are misunderstood. Just offended, you bear more. He paused slightly, and then said: "In the future, don't say some rash words about Meng Liang." ”

Tan Baolu's face was so red that she was about to drip blood.

"Goo-Goo......

Two very soft sounds made Cen Canaan's back sentence break in his mouth.

Hearing the cooing sound coming from her lower abdomen, Tan Baolu was so shocked that she forgot to be afraid, and hurriedly put her hands on her lower abdomen.

Cen Canaan frowned and asked, "What was the sound just now?" ”

Tan Baolu quibbled: "No, there is no voice......"

"Goo-Goo......

Cen Canaan frowned and looked at her lower abdomen.