Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 422 She Is My King's Person
Regardless of Mo Qianxie's intention of letting Xiaoxiong participate in the selection of the princess?
However, Su Yi and Fengyue had such a quarrel just now, it undoubtedly seemed that he was telling Mo Qianxie that the little thing was only his person.

A black-bellied master is very useful, and he doesn't mind to smear the bottom of the pot a little more.

So shamelessly sat on the bed, covered the quilt for Mo Xiaowan, who buried her head on the pillow and whimpered, and grabbed her soft little paws.

"The little wild cat is asleep, I'm leaving!"

There was great embarrassment written on Mo Xiaowan's face, being held by his big hands, the reassuring warmth was conveyed to his heart.

However, his hand has a built-in heating function, and being held by him like this made her blush with warmth.

Was it because Su Yi and Fengyue bumped into him just now that his face became hot?

Or was he holding hands like this?
Mo Xiaowan could no longer tell the difference.

So, after thinking about it, smelling the faint scent of mint on his body, he fell asleep in such an embarrassing way.

Xuanyuanchen quietly looked at Mo Xiaowan who was sleeping soundly for a while, and felt that his heartbeat was catering to her innocent sleeping face and even breathing.

Her quiet appearance is particularly beautiful, under the dim light, her skin is as white as jade, Xiaowan looks like a senior sister, and her eyebrows are like the daisy of a distant mountain, but Xiaowan has a more heroic look than her eyebrows .

She fell asleep, her long curled eyelashes drooping densely under her eyes, it was a kind of frightening and moving.

He was so provocative that he couldn't help but leaned down, and gently pressed his lips against her eyelashes.

Perhaps it was because she felt something strange, her eyelashes were like fluttering butterfly wings, startling his lips.

His eyes fell on her small Qiong nose again, and his lips moved down, falling gently.

This feeling is unstoppable, the lips feel like touching soft cotton wool, which is different from the feeling of cotton wool, the bouncing touch is particularly wonderful.

So Mr. Mou became more and more greedy. He first put his lips on her left and right cheeks, and then lightly put his lips on her forehead.

Once you let go of your inner tiger, it's almost impossible to stop.

Her cherry... lip powder... is so tender, remembering the last time she kissed the wrong place in the carriage, the feeling was so wonderful, he, who was so wonderful that his willpower was against heaven, finally couldn't resist the temptation, closed his eyes and kissed her. Stick the lips on.

Familiar and satisfying touch!

Maybe it's staying for a little longer, and the touch feels better than last time.

What's more fatal is that Mo Xiaowan, who was sleeping, dreamed that sugar was on his lips, and he stuck out his tongue to lick it, which happened to lick a certain king's lips.

That trembling electric shock surged all over his body in an instant, hitting his soul directly, and the blood in his body was surging, and he was afraid of staying any longer. He really wanted to eat and wipe away this immature girl.

The prehistoric power in his body could not be contained, and a certain king ran out of the house as if fleeing.

As soon as he came out of the house, he ran into a big god sitting on the courtyard wall, holding a wine jar to drink, while Su Yi and Fengyue stood at the door like two door gods, motionless.

It was obvious that someone was upset, seeing that they were not pleasing to the eye, and fixed them.

Finally, when Xuanyuanchen appeared, Mo Qianxie threw a wine jar at him.

"Drink with Grandpa!"

Xuanyuan Chen whirled in the air, took the jar of wine with fluttering clothes, glanced lightly at Su Yi and Fengyue, flew to sit on the courtyard wall, uncorked the wine, and drank half of the jar.

“Good drink!”

Mo Qianxie glanced at him lightly: "It's a man."

"Thanks for the compliment!"

Xuanyuanchen gulped down the remaining half of the jar of wine, and blurted out with the strength of the wine.

"Pick her back from this king to the Eighth Prince's Mansion. Mo Xiaowan is a member of the Eighth Prince's Mansion. No matter who it is, don't try to take her away from this king."

(End of this chapter)