Leng Yetong smiled sweetly and looked at him to please, so innocent and cute. In the bottom of my heart, I despised myself fiercely. Everyone else is more and more capable, so why is she getting worse and worse? Where is the cold Yetong who goes my own way? Where is that Leng Yetong who regards men as accessories? The answer is to throw it away, along with the integrity of Baili Liumo, and throw it into the Yellow River.
Why is there such a conclusion? Because in the next second, Baili Liumo's cool lips covered hers, and when she was slightly stunned and unprepared, her little tongue drove straight in, frantically plundering.
"Mum!! Mum (rogue)!! Mum (let go)!!" Leng Yetong began to resist when he regained his senses, but in exchange he only kissed harder, and his resistance became lighter and lighter. Closing his eyes, his body was a little weak, intoxicated in it, and subconsciously responded to the deep kiss.
"Hu, hu." Baili Liumo's breathing was a little heavy, and he let go of the person in his arms, looking at him with tender eyes, looking at her shy face, and smiled enchantingly.
"Rogue!" A little embarrassed for a while, Leng Yetong pushed him away, covered his hot cheeks with both hands, glared angrily, and said coquettishly.
"Hehe, didn't you enjoy it just now?" Baili Liumo threw a charming eye at her and said infinitely tenderly.
"Playboy!" Leng Yetong's cheeks became even redder because of his words, and after a long time of anger, he uttered these four inappropriate words.
"Haha, this king's little princess, I didn't expect you to be so cute when you're shy, hahaha!!" As soon as Leng Yetong finished speaking, Baili Liumo burst into a hearty laugh. He looked really good when he smiled, his azure blue eyes turned into a crescent-shaped smile, and his handsome and enchanting face seemed to be very suitable for this smile, and Leng Yetong was not angry, nor was he angry.
Duan Ying listened to this hearty laughter, and smiled outside the carriage. How long has it been since he heard such a cheerful laughter from the prince? It seems to have been a long, long time. The moon is high, and the picture of the carriage running under the moonlight is like a scene in a fairy tale.
The carriage slowly stopped, and the doorman heard the sound of the horse's hooves and quickly opened the door to prepare the steps. After the carriage stopped, he stepped forward and put the steps away, bowed his head and stepped aside.
The curtain of the carriage was gently opened, and Leng Yetong came out in a blood-stained white coat. The servants were slightly startled when they saw this, and lowered their heads even lower. Better.
Baili Liumo then walked down, glanced around, and then walked into the palace. Leng Yetong shrugged his shoulders, followed behind him, and walked into the palace.
After a quarter of an hour, when the two figures appeared in front of Luo Yan Pavilion at the same time, Leng Yetong's eyes twitched and he said, "Your Highness, you are going in the wrong direction, Mo Yan Pavilion is over there." He raised his finger and pointed to the left side of Luo Yan Pavilion.
"Who is this king tonight?" Baili Liumo looked at her sideways and said lightly.
"Stay here with me? Do you have no bedroom or what? You have to squeeze with me!?" Leng Yetong twitched the corners of his mouth, glared at him fiercely, and said angrily.
"This palace belongs to this prince, and this prince can live wherever he wants." Baili Liumo shrugged his shoulders and said lightly, looking at her about to go mad, he smiled softly and said, "Besides, this king's Moyan Pavilion has just been defiled. Could it be that you let this king sleep in such an unclean place?"