"Do you know that it's terrible for a woman to be jealous, and I'm afraid that you will be in a dilemma between your new love and your old love, so I thought I would find you in the folk... Girls in the folk are kind and simple, no Like those delicate young ladies who are used to being spoiled..."
What Qian Duoduo said was from her heart, even if she couldn't be one of Long Muchen's weak waters, she still hoped that he would not be harmed by a woman like Zhu Sisi.
What new love and old love, what rivalry and jealousy, hasn't this girl been proudly cocking her little tail all the time, promoting her 24 filial piety everywhere, saying that she Qian Duoduo wants the purest virgin/man
Why did it start to reverse inexplicably all of a sudden
He really doesn't understand a woman's mind...
However, Long Muchen has something to say that must be made clear.
He forcefully pressed Qian Duoduo against the wall, leaning against her beautiful chin, making her face his eyes, feeling his blazing heat, and then said word by word: "Qian Duoduo, listen Well, there will be no three wives and four concubines, let alone jealousy, I don't need to be in a dilemma between new love and old love... because what this king can give you is not the favorite, but the only one... "
"Three thousand weak waters, just take a scoop to drink... Ten thousand acres of forest, and only see one small flower..."
The domineering and affectionate words kept echoing in Qian Duoduo's ears. The voice was like a cello in G key, deep and sexy.
Constantly pounding her gradually accelerating heartbeat, she could feel that every cell in her body became swollen with the words that Long Muchen uttered.
It seems that there is a kind of disbelief, or ecstasy, or an experience of astonishment that fills it.
Qian Duoduo blinked at Long Muchen, her long eyelashes flickered innocently, she looked silly, very cute.
He said... the weak water is three thousand, just take one scoop; he said, in the ten thousand mu forest, just look at one small flower...
Is that little Duo'er me? Is it yourself? Is it yourself
But...he didn't say to himself: Qian Duoduo, I like you!
Is this a confession
When confessing, don't you need Rose to kneel down, be extremely affectionate, pour out your heart and soul, and bring the subject
How could this posture... be so domineering!
Qian Duoduo couldn't believe it, her brain twitched, and she asked stupidly: "What about Princess Zhaoyang, she and you are childhood sweethearts, and Concubine Lin is eager to marry her to you as a princess."
Can this little girl not be such a spoiler
What a little vinegar jar.
Long Muchen pinched the tip of her nose, and said with a smile: "Zhaoyang, this king has always regarded her as a younger sister, and as long as this king doesn't want to marry a woman, they can't force it to me. .. "
"Hmph... Who cares about you..." Qian Duoduo snorted pretentiously, pretending to be nonchalant, but the curved corners of her mouth revealed her sweet little thoughts.
That kind of expression is particularly unworthy of beating, and it wants to be pressed down and taught a lesson severely.
Looking at her, Long Muchen looked around, but he didn't want to look at himself, so he suddenly lowered his head, and secretly kissed her on the lips.
Qian Duoduo was startled, and subconsciously opened her mouth to hum. Unexpectedly, Long Muchen took advantage of the gap to completely capture her cherry lips and stop her breathing.