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This princess is just so weird.

She inquired about her temperament, soft and harmless, kind-hearted, is a silk flower raised from the greenhouse, delicate and simple, this kind of person is generally best controlled, she has dealt with a lot before, a little trick, they will be played by her.

But this one in front of me is very soft and beautiful, but why is it not easy to deal with at all?

The smile on Ye Weilan's face looked extremely gentle, but the words he said were full of irony: "I really lift you up." ”

She felt that she had wasted too much time, and walked past her to find Qi Ye.

A hint of gloom appeared on Yao Ling's face, almost annoyed and angry, this woman's high-minded attitude made her feel that her means were not worth mentioning in front of her, she was a noble queen, and she was a self-righteous clown.

Yao Ling turned her head and let out a sneer: "Your Royal Highness the Princess, do you know the pain of being robbed of your beloved?" Soon you will taste it. ”

Ye Weilan didn't look back, just hooked a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

"I'm here to rob your man," Yao Ling looked at her slender back, and her delicate tone seemed to contain a quenched needle: "The Night Emperor is such a beautiful man, bed. It must be good to work hard. ”

Ye Weilan's footsteps finally stopped, and when he turned his head, there was a strange coldness in his eyes: "My man's bed. What does it have to do with you? ”

Yao Ling is as spring as a little white flower. The heart fluttered forward, with a smile on his face, a soft and weak tone, with full certainty: "Because he will soon become mine, and you will soon be ruthlessly thrown off by him, and completely taste the pain of being robbed of his beloved, and the absolute pain is unbearable." ”

Her young and delicate face carries an unbeatable face. Pride, swaying posture, towering chest. The water rippled, and she smiled proudly, waiting for the moment when Ye Weilan was angry.

She wanted to tear apart this woman's light and happy expression.

Ye Weilan's pure pupils reflected a clear light and shadow, she stared at Yao Ling, and the air around her became inexplicably heavy, which made people's hearts ache.

Yao Ling looked at this woman's rare pair of crystal pupils, and suddenly her heart was inexplicably cold, and her smile faded for a moment.

Ye Weilan smiled and: "It's a good ......" Her soft red lips swept a cold smile, and she was about to teach this woman a good lesson, when a crisp and sweet voice suddenly pierced through the oblique thorn.

"Wow, Mommy, this aunt is in heat!"

Ye Weilan's emotions that had been brewing to the extreme were interrupted by the familiar voice of this song, and when she turned her head, Xiaoxue was wearing a white bubble skirt and a delicate hairpin, pink and tender, she blinked her pure big eyes, looked at Yao Ling brightly, and asked in a milky voice: "Auntie, are you also as young as a cat?" But now it's winter, why do you have spring? ”

A pair of young hands scratched their heads, and their expressions were extremely confused on their pretty little faces.

Oestrus?

Spring?

Yao Ling's face trembled violently, the two lumps of flesh on her chest trembled with anger, she stared at Xiaoxue, wanting to scold but had to hold back.

Because there were a lot of people around, she talked to Ye Weilan, and her voice was very small, and no one heard it, but there were several priests of the temple standing behind Xiaoxue.