Murong Lingche's narrow phoenix eyes were shining, there was a touch of evil arc on his lips, and his handsome and bewitching face gradually enlarged in front of Mu Zhiyu's eyes, ignoring her embarrassed little face, holding her chin with both hands, and covering her lips over hers, but it was just a light kiss like a dragonfly.

Now she is beautiful and transcendent mortal, although her heart is rippling, and the fire in her body is getting stronger and stronger, but he can't bear to blaspheme her at this moment, and just gently let go of her.

The most important thing is that he knows that the current situation is not at the right time, although Ling Er and they are secretly guarding outside, they can't completely relax their vigilance against the people in this mansion.

A certain prince rubbed his forehead helplessly, forcibly suppressed the impatience somewhere in his body, turned his head to drift his eyes away, but felt his mouth dry, and finally took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at her resentfully, shaking his wet coat and turning around and jumping out in the blink of an eye.

A hoarse voice echoed in Mu Zhiyu's ears, "I'll go out and lower the fire." ”

Mu Zhiyu was petrified on the spot, how aggrieved and aggrieved his eyes were just now, how did he feel like she had become a big bad wolf bullying the pure little sheep?

Obviously she is the one who is being bullied, okay!

Damn Murong Lingche, not only peeked at her, but also took the opportunity to rub her oil, grinding his teeth fiercely, and scolded him thousands of times in his heart.

After such a fuss, she was in no mood to continue taking a bath, so she quickly rinsed it off, then glanced around, made sure that there was no figure, and walked out of the bathtub with peace of mind.

After wiping the water droplets on his body, he took the clothes hanging behind the screen and began to wear them in an orderly manner.

After covering his belly pocket in front of his chest and putting on his white pants, he reached for his close-fitting shirt, swaying left and right, but he couldn't catch any clothes.

Suddenly I felt a cold air behind me, and I don't know when there was an extra layer of clothes on my shoulders, and I suddenly turned around, and I saw that the flat face was grinning at her, and the misty eyes were surging with charming love.

He still held the rest of her clothes in his hand, glanced at her snow-white fragrant shoulders, his throat moved slightly, his eyes were very reluctant to leave there, looking at her little face that was about to be angry, and laughed shallowly, this smile was extraordinarily seductive, and it looked charming.

He rubbed against her again, opened his clothes and put them on her, kissed her lightly with his smiling lips, and said in a low voice, "Yu'er, let my husband help you get dressed." ”

His body trembled violently, Mu Zhiyu felt that the hairs on his body were about to stand up, he stiffened, raised his hand to push his chest, and said dissatisfiedly, "You stay away from me." ”

The hot breath he just exhaled in her ear caused her whole body to be soft, and she didn't have much strength in her hands, and the push just now seemed to be coquettish, which made his heart ripple again, and the fire that had just been suppressed was soaring again, and the curvature of his lips gradually expanded, leaning over and blowing lightly in her ear, and opening his mouth to bite her earlobe.

Mu Zhiyu's whole body suddenly trembled and stiffened, feeling the cool air on his body, his head sobered up, and with a backhand raisal, with a "snap", five small handprints were thrown out on his face.

Murong Lingche still hung one hand on her body, and covered half of her face with the other, flattening her mouth aggrievedly, "You are really willing to do it." ”

rolled his eyes, slapped the hand on her body, got dressed by himself, and then frowned slightly, "Where did you go just now, why are you soaking wet all over your body when you come in?" ”

Seeing that there was a faint ice slag on his hair and clothes, his brows frowned even deeper, in this winter, should he take cold water and pour it down from the top of his head.

"Uh... It was so hot that I went to the well in the courtyard and scooped up a basin of water and took a cold shower to lower the fire. ”

"You're crazy! I'm not afraid of freezing and catching a cold! ”

Mu Zhiyu yelled at him, picked up the bath towel on the side and wiped his face for him, wiped his hair no longer dripping, and then ordered angrily, "Take off your wet clothes." ”

Murong Lingche's eyebrows were high, and there was an obvious smile floating on the corner of his mouth, and he reached out to untie the moon-white big coat on his body and hung it aside, and then began to untie the belt around his waist.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he asked softly, "Yu'er, what is a cold?" ”

"It's what you often call wind chill."

Mu Zhiyu said leisurely, took out the clothes in his baggage and put them on the bedside, "Although it's a little smaller, let's make do with it first." ”

Ling Er, Ling San, and Ling Si on the eaves outside listened to the movement inside, and the corners of their mouths twitched, and they almost fell off the roof.

Their prince took a cold shower in the winter to go to the fire, and then he succeeded in burning the fire again, and he was slapped in the face, and now the princess wants him to wear women's clothes!

It's exciting to think about, I really don't know how their majestic prince will feel when he wears women's clothes.

The three of them exchanged glances with each other, flew down from the roof, and quietly hid in the dark before the prince noticed that they were eavesdropping on the corner of the wall.

Since no one is near this room, they can also go to the shift to rest.

And in the house, Murong Lingche obediently took off her clothes, revealing her sturdy and toned lines, and leaned towards Mu Zhiyu with a swaying body, but she didn't even give him a corner of her eye, hung his wet clothes on the brazier, and went to bed, ready to rest.

Murong Lingche touched his nose in disdain, glanced at the women's clothes on the bedside, and suddenly his face was full of black lines, although it was Yu'er's clothes, but it was really difficult for him to let a big man wear women's clothes, and he didn't know how Chu Muchen did it.

However, now he had a better way, so his eyes lit up, and he smiled evilly, and quickly jumped on the bed, pulled the quilt and covered it.

The corners of Mu Zhiyu's mouth twitched, and he opened his legs and kicked at him, "You go down for me." ”

Murong Lingche already knew that she had such a move, and when her legs flew over, he hooked her with his legs, so that she could only look at him angrily and stare dryly.

raised his hand and stroked the half of his face, which was still a little red, and said aggrievedly, "Yu'er, you slapped me just now, and now you still want to kick me out of bed, how can you bear it." ”

Mu Zhiyu suddenly rolled her eyes, she really felt speechless and choked at someone's cheekiness, where did that cold prince go, why did he become so beaten as soon as he came to her now?

"Murong Lingche, don't you have a place to sleep?"

"Yu'er, how do you know, that's why I came to you." Blinking a pair of innocent eyes, smiling harmlessly.

Mu Zhiyu has the heart to hit the wall, wasn't she talking nonsense just now? His face is now comparable to the city wall, and what you ask him to answer is definitely a lack of beating.

He was now untouched, and lay beside her, and even though she was dressed, he could feel the burning heat coming from him, and he was now leaning sideways with one hand on his cheek, looking at her with an interesting smile.

Mu Zhiyu felt that it was not appropriate to provoke him now, otherwise she would definitely be the one who would suffer in the end, so she changed the topic lightly.

"What are you doing today?"

"Yu'er, do you care about me?"

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a smile, which was like a spring breeze, with crooked eyebrows and eyes, and said softly in a coquettish voice, "The prince is right, the concubine just wants to care about the prince's movements." ”

Suddenly, his head leaned in front of her face, and he said softly, "Yu'er, it turns out that you still know that you are the princess of this king, so should you fulfill your husband and wife obligations?" ”

"Die."

Gritted his teeth and spit out this sentence, and with a movement under his feet, he suddenly kicked him again, but he was sadly hooked again.

His hands thrashed wildly on his body, and he was suddenly startled, his face was quickly dyed with a flush, and he quickly withdrew his hand, turned his back and buried his head in the quilt.

God, I ran into a place that shouldn't have been touched.

Murong Lingche smiled dumbly, took a deep breath, and secretly condemned himself, why was he so unconscious, why did he always fan the flames?

Looking at the little woman opposite, who was embarrassed to bury her head in the quilt, she pulled her into her arms with both hands, and held her body down before she struggled, "Don't move, I won't mess around." ”

His chin rested lightly against her hair, and he was relatively silent for a long time.