princess poisonous

That night, Qingge and Nahanjue returned to Nahan Villa.

Although the time away was short, Qingge felt that she missed her very much.

The bricks, tiles, plants and trees here are all so kind, so she has already regarded this place as her home before she knew it.

After eating dinner and washing up, the two of them lay face to face on the bed, looking at each other quietly, neither of them spoke, and felt so sweet.

"Ge'er," Na Hanjue suddenly smirked, "Are you in a hurry?"

"What?" Qingge was stunned.

"Aren't you..." He moved close enough to caress her body, breathed ambiguously in her ear, his voice was hoarse and extremely seductive, "Ge'er... are you anxious to be my man? As long as you say yes, I will be very happy to satisfy you!"

"Go to hell!" Qingge slapped his forehead so hard that even his neck turned red.

"Ouch!" Na Hanjue covered her forehead and smiled, and the other one still didn't forget to bring back Qingge, who had been hiding away, into her bosom, and her arm slid in from her waist like a spirit snake, stroking her soft skin , "Ge'er, don't be shy, if you think that way, I will be very happy!"

"I'm glad you're tall." Qingge kicked shyly, but unexpectedly kicked Na Hanjue's wrist.

This time it really hurt, but Na Hanjue held back and didn't cry out, still hid his wrist behind his back with a smile, and played with Qingge with his other hand, but Qingge found his sweaty forehead instantly.

"What's wrong?" She frowned and leaned over to check.

"Didn't you see it?" He hooked her slender waist with one hand and smirked, "I'm in a hurry..."

"Don't be serious!" Qingge glared at him and pulled his arm out from behind him.

Her kick just now accidentally landed on his cut wrist, the wound burst open, and the white gauze was stained red with blood again.

Qingge became anxious immediately, jumped out of bed, brought the first aid kit, took off the bandage on his wrist, and re-bandaged him with disinfectant.

"Why are you so stupid? It's enough to cut the flesh and bloodletting, just make a small cut, why did you cut so deep and so big!" Qingge couldn't help complaining, the wound on his wrist hurt like cutting her heart.

"Man, what's this little injury?" He smiled nonchalantly, before the wound was healed, his thin lips were licking Qingge's face to take advantage of it.

"Don't move! I haven't wrapped it yet!" Qingge scolded him, and simply sat on him, pressing down on his moving body.

"Ge'er, I see..." He narrowed his eyes, looking unpredictable.

"What do you know?" Qingge tied a beautiful knot on his wrist, and glanced at him.

"Come here and I'll tell you." He smiled even more mysteriously.

"What?" She sat on him, leaned forward, and put her ear close to his thin lips.

"I found... my song... I prefer to be on it... Hahaha..." He suddenly burst into laughter, looking overjoyed.

Qingge was ashamed and angry, and grabbed his neck with both hands, "A dog can't spit out ivory! You big perverted pig! I'll strangle you perverted pig!"

"Ahhh... murdered my husband!" Na Hanjue exaggeratedly shouted.

"Don't yell!" Singing the black thread lightly, he covered his mouth, "You yell so loudly, everyone in the villa can hear it!"

He turned over hard and pushed her back under him, "Otherwise, it's up to you to shout, my song's voice is so beautiful, I like it!"