Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 182
He stretched out his thick palm to gently stroke her forehead, and stroked her hair back, and the small face the size of a palm was more clearly reflected in his sight.

The rough fingertips gently rubbed her smooth and white cheeks, almost greedy and longing, his heart trembled and agitated, wishing to crush this woman into his body.

Perhaps it was too much force, the girl who was sleeping frowned slightly in discomfort, and moaned.

Ming Qianjue stopped nervously, his body was stiff and he didn't dare to move. He didn't relax until she resumed her steady breathing.

A year has passed, and her originally baby-fat face has gradually become thinner, her chin is pointed, and she no longer has the old touch.

Looking at the still delicate eyebrows and eyes, he sighed slightly, lifted the quilt, and covered her tightly. Finally, after hesitating for a while, he kissed her lightly on the forehead, and looked down at the woman who was close at hand. face, he was really reluctant to let other men hug her and kiss her like this...

He moved down slightly, his movements were very light, lest he would wake her up, until he covered the little mouth that had been missed for a long time with his cold lips, he sighed in satisfaction.

He just tasted it and didn't dare to go deeper, he was afraid of seeing her resentment and disgust in her eyes.

"Nuanyang, I'm back," he whispered the words buried in his heart softly in her ear, but seeing her slightly moving her eyelids again, he could only turn around and leave reluctantly.

The breeze was blowing quietly, and the room was deserted for a while, empty and silent, except for the moonlight on the ground, there was nothing left.

Ming Qianjue left the house and went straight to the yard. The night breeze was cold and desolate.

He has never felt lonely like this at this moment, and he feels that life is not interesting, and his eyes linger on the roof in that corner.

Suddenly, the swaying tree shadow trembled slightly, and a familiar breath emerged.

Ming Qianjue retracted her lonely eyes, and there was a sharp light in her eyes. She took a fallen leaf, and using her internal strength, shot it out like a sword.

With a slap, a figure flashed out in a hurry, Feng Yuanche looked dangerously at the hole on his shoulder, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's a brother anyway, if I hadn't dodged quickly just now, I would have turned into a Hanging on a tree as a sad corpse."

His eyes were a bit sad, after all he felt that Ming Qian absolutely treated the princes, but only gave him face the most, he felt that he was different to him.

He forgot that when a person doesn't care much, many things are done casually. Once this person has something he cares about, a person he cares about, especially a woman he cares about, then everything will become irrelevant same.

Ming Qianjue used to place a lot of value on this so-called third prince. After all, among the several princes, he was considered outstanding, so he was relieved to hand over Nuanyang to him.

As a result, he believed in the wrong person, causing the girl who belonged to him to fall in love with other men all of a sudden, leaving him alone.

It can be said that he hated Feng Yuanche to the bone at this moment, and he would have been fine if he hadn't slapped him immediately, yet he dared to come to the door.

"Qianjue, you see Jin Ling is innocent, she never speaks without thinking, don't mind," Feng Yuanche saw that the chattering girl suddenly fell silent, feeling uncomfortable in her heart.

(End of this chapter)