The almighty princess is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 472 It Hurts!
Passing through the garden paved with stars and flowers, and bypassing the sparkling green lake, Xueshen Doll let out a cheer of surprise, and rushed towards the backyard with Lei Yan and Mo Hou.

Looking at the snow ginseng doll who knew her way well, Luo Qingyin couldn't help but feel a little puzzled: "Did you bring him here?"

Zi Yunchen stretched out her slender fingers, twirled a petal that fell on her head, and explained: "I lived here with him a few days before I entered the pavilion."

Luo Qingyin was even more surprised, "You have been in Xuanfeng City for many years? Is this your home?"

The courtyard is extremely beautiful and luxurious, not like a yard rented or built in a short period of time, but rather like a well-arranged home.

"No, this is for you." Zi Yunchen's eyes were full of deep affection, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Xuanfeng Academy has many inconveniences, it is not as free as Xuanfeng City, for example, we are quiet..."

Zi Yunchen stopped in his tracks, turned around and imprisoned her body between him and the flower tree, his thin lips raised a sinister arc: "Is it okay?"

Luo Qingyin glanced at him: "Stop teasing me here."

"I just like to flirt with you." Zi Yunchen rubbed her face lightly with his fingertips, and stared at her with his head tilted, his deep eyes contained a little affection, a little warm, even a little pity.

When she thought he was going to stop like this, he chuckled lightly, with a hint of tenderness in his intimacy, "Maybe just by flirting, you will obey me."

Oh my god, come and kill this bastard with a thunderbolt!

Luo Qingyin gritted her teeth and stared at him, "Good idea!"

She wanted to push him away, but her hands were either numb or sore, she couldn't even raise them.

This bastard must have calculated it!

"Try it?" The corners of Zi Yunchen's lips hooked slightly, and he put his hands on the tree, went around her ears, clasped her head tightly, and turned her face to face her, Luo Qingyin realized that he wanted to What to do, if you can't move your hands, you can only lift your feet to kick.

Obviously, he had calculated it too.

All failed.

She watched Ziyunchen's handsome brows enlarge before her eyes, and then...

Luo Qingyin just wanted to beat someone up.

There was his breath between her lips and teeth, she knew she couldn't resist, she sighed inaudibly, closed her eyes, and let him go.

I don't know whether she accepted him or lost that layer of resistance, but she unexpectedly felt his affection, gentle like rain and rain, bit by bit invading her heart, awakening the deepest throbbing in her heart.

Suddenly, she felt that her heart was filled with a sense of happiness that her lips and teeth depended on.

Could it be that he really hit the mark, and if she teased her, she would accept him?
This is not good...

"Don't be distracted!" Zi Yunchen felt her distraction, patted her lightly, and forced her to regain consciousness, "Otherwise, double the punishment."

Luo Qingyin wanted to stare at him, she thought her eyes were very lethal, but in fact they looked coquettish in this situation.

Zi Yunchen pressed against her forehead, panting shallowly, the breath brushed against her face like the softest feathers: "Your expression, do you follow my will?"

Luo Qingyin looked at him and said: "...Is it really good to be outside?"

"Just enter the room?" Zi Yunchen raised his eyebrows jokingly, hugging the water pavilion that swept into the lake like the wind.

"Okay, let me down."

Even though he was extremely fast, Luo Qingyin still recovered from the confusion, and immediately yelled to stop when he arrived at the flower hall.

Regret flashed in his eyes, Zi Yunchen stopped in his tracks, turned around and placed her on the rattan chair in the flower hall.

Under the blowing of the lake wind, a corner of the purple gauze curtain gently flew up, exposing the beautiful sky reflecting the red clouds outside.

Thinking of the biggest purpose of going down the mountain this time, Luo Qingyin glanced at the hands hanging beside her, and pouted at Zi Yunchen in a fawning manner: "Do me a favor, okay?"

Zi Yunchen felt a little blocked.

Every time he tried to tease her, he failed, but teased himself so much that he couldn't get up or down, and his whole body was bad.

Sitting down opposite her, Zi Yunchen leaned lazily on the back of the chair, pursed her sexy thin lips slightly, and tapped the table with her slender fingers: "No help, make tea."

Luo Qingyin endured the pain and raised her left hand in front of him: "Are you sure you want the injured person to make tea?"

After the words fell, Zi Yunchen grabbed his wrist.

Luo Qingyin gasped in pain.

She regretted it.

If I had known, I wouldn't have stretched out my hand...

But it's too late.

"Do you dare to be willful even if you know it hurts?"

Zi Yunchen kept her painful expression in his eyes, but the strength of his hands did not soften at all.

Thinking of the fight between her and Tao Hong on the competition stage, she had the urge to pinch her face.

Tao Hong was born with strange strength, and she could split a stele and crack a stone with one punch. It is God's blessing that her arms can be kept.

The competition is not about risking one's life, nor is it about self-mutilation.

How could anyone be as desperate as her?

Taking out a bottle of ointment, Zi Yunchen gently applied the ointment on her arm, concentrating profound energy on her fingertips, helping her relax the muscles and bones of her arm inch by inch.

The ointment was cold and pleasant, but his fingertips were like needles.

Every time he pressed it, she felt like a needle prick, and her whole body was stiff with pain.

Sweat dripped from the forehead, Luo Qingyin bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were fixed on his movements, and she held her breath to prevent herself from making a sound.

Zi Yunchen saw that she was in pain, so he intensified his strength.

Luo Qingyin was in so much pain that she didn't even have the energy to speak.

He must be taking revenge!
Zi Yunchen changed his posture, sat behind her, and surrounded her in a vague way: "Bite me if it hurts."

The posture was a bit ambiguous, Luo Qingyin wanted to avoid it, but her head was tightly pressed by Zi Yunchen in the socket of her shoulder, and before she could straighten up, she felt a sharp pain in her arm.

He hit hard, and the target was his left arm, which was excruciatingly painful.

It hurts more than taking muscle-refining pills, than waterfall exercises, and even more than fire exercises. Luo Qingyin subconsciously tightened her body, and couldn't help crying out: "Ah, it hurts, it really hurts!"

The cool ointment, burning pain, pressed like a needle prick, so painful that her physical tears slid down as if she didn't want money.

(End of this chapter)