My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

"Ah Wan has forgotten?" Rong Xian inadvertently raised his eyes and tapped the Weidu on the map with his fingertips, a look of confusion on his face. Clean your neck, hold it against the door and wait to be killed."

"Since he is so impatient, why not give in to his wishes?" Rong Xianyi lowered his eyes pointedly, his gaze falling on her ear cartilage. His expression suddenly became cloudy and unclear, "Full of enthusiasm. , it’s better than letting it down.”

Wei Wan curled his lips, and Rong Xian made a double entendre, which was almost clearly revealed in front of her eyes. He looked thoughtful and nodded in agreement: "There are so many barbarians outside Yanshan Pass. It is true that we cannot devour them all with our boiling blood. "

"For the time being," he said after a pause, his long eyelashes lowered, hiding the smile in his eyes, "Yuan Fuyan is indeed a good ally."

"What's good?" Rong Xian's voice was very calm, as if it was just an ordinary conversation between the two of them. He put his palm on Wei Wan's waist and rubbed it with his thumb.

"Brother, haven't you heard of that proverb?" Wei Wan felt the burning heat coming from the palm of his waist. He felt something was wrong intuitively. However, Wei Wan had never been a woman who was put aside in a high place. She would shy away from such things and put them aside. It is obviously impossible for a plan to come true. "If you want to be the strongest ally, you must have equal enemies."

Rong Xian narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the palm on her waist to hold her ribs. The other hand followed the trend and fell between her knees. His fingertips slid up along the inside, causing her to tremble. Tremble.

Wei Wan turned his head and looked sideways at Rong Xian. He wanted to reach down with his hands to restrain Rong Xian's hands that were trying to incite her. Before she could make any move, he realized that Rong Xian's fingertips were stuck in the In the middle, neither up nor down, the moment his eyes were intertwined, Rong Xian held the far limb with his backhand.

Wei Wan was pinched by Rong Xian's waist and placed on his overlapping long legs. Wei Wan was caught off guard and the world started spinning, and his hands fell on his shoulders to support him.

Wei Wan's back was stuck by the desk, and even with the thick cloak, her back was still bent, and the legs she was riding on did not worry about her falling parallel, and she was like the lake. In a small boat, the only thing I can rely on is Rong Xian's oar.

Rong Xian lowered his eyes to look at her frown, knowing that she was delicate and would be covered in bruises if he bumped into her. The hand that was holding her waist was wrapped around her waist, caressing her upwards, coaxing or teasing, while resting the back of his hand on the edge of the table. , while rubbing Wei Wan's back, but the crossed legs not only did not fall back, but even intensified. Rong Xian deliberately pointed his toes to lift him up.

Wei Wan was unprepared and his body tilted again. The wrist on Rong Xian's shoulder brushed forward, and the distance suddenly closed with the movement.

"Rong Xian!" There was a warning in his tone. Wei Wan only said that his separation was imminent. With Rong Xian's current shamelessness, he would definitely make trouble non-stop, but she didn't expect it to be so endless. She held up her elbows On his shoulder, when he raised his head, the tips of their noses brushed against each other, and both of them were stunned.

Rong Xian's long eyelashes were pressed upward, and the darkness and aggression in those eyes were completely invisible between the two of them.

He leaned on the back of the wooden chair, leaned forward, and kissed the tip of her slightly cool and rosy nose: "What's nice, huh?"

"Say it again." At this moment, Rong Xian was not eager to launch an offensive to conquer the city. He pressed the corner of her lips and stepped away a little, leaning back against the crossbar. The taste of his narrow and raised eyes changed due to this action. There was a contented laziness in his look, but there was danger and monopoly in it, "A-Wan has a high opinion of that white man. I think he must have seen a side of this man that is different from outsiders. I have little knowledge and it is inevitable that I don't know enough about people." Zhou Quan, Ah Wan, please teach me?"

"No rush," Rong Xian lifted Wei Wan's chin with the pad of his index finger, adjusting it to be as lewd, dangerous, and exclusive as he was. Wei Wan was already riding on Rong Xian's overlapping legs, and now he was being treated like this. Playing with it is even more condescending, "We can, grind it slowly."