Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 365
"What a caring girl!" Ming Qianjue freed up a hand, let her rest her head on it, rubbed her chin against her little head, and the layers of worries deep in her eyes dissipated a little.

"I am caring to you, and you have to be loyal to me," Feng Nuanyang raised his eyebrows, his eyes were sly, and the corners of his mouth turned up, meeting his eyes, and reached out to caress his chest: "Tell me, recently What women have you met, and what rotten peach blossoms have you been infected with?"

She puffed up her cheeks and stared at him closely, but he touched her head and directly denied: "No!"

"Really?" Feng Nuanyang winked suspiciously, and finally raised his head directly, leaned on his body, and sniffed with his nose.

"Are you a dog?" Ming Qianjue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, stretched out his hand to pull her, but she pushed her away, walked around him and sniffed him all over, and finally put his arms around him again in satisfaction: "You are qualified."

After she made such a fuss, her clothes were slightly opened, and the red crescent moon birthmark on her waist entered Ming Qianjue's eyes, making his brows and eyes darken.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, rubbed it twice, and the birthmark reflected on his fair skin was very bright red, like blood.

His hands were gradually exerting force, his eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't control the strength in his hands. It wasn't until the person next to him cried out in pain that he slowly came back to his senses, feeling pity and distress in his heart: "I'm sorry, I hurt you..."

Feeling the coldness on his body just now, Feng Nuanyang felt a little uneasy, and rubbed the birthmark on his waist: "Is this not good-looking?"

Ming Qianjue shook her head, took her hand, put it on her mouth and kissed it: "I like everything about you!"

He regained his teasing look, as if the moment just now was just an illusion, Feng Nuanyang saw that he was fine, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The two hugged each other tightly, Feng Nuanyang liked to sleep next to his chest, she gently slid her hands on his chest, but he remained calm, shut his mouth and lost the previous impulse.

The room was very quiet, if he hadn't opened his eyes, she would have thought he was asleep.

"Qianjue, you never told me about your family." Feng Nuanyang knew very little except that he was Ming Qianjue, the prince of Fengyuan. The guard, she has never met his relatives, and now the sudden appearance of the younger brother and younger sister made her feel even more uneasy, and she always felt that there was some secret about this man.

"I have no father and no mother," Ming Qianjue held her hand for a while, and said these five words lightly, with a very calm expression.

"Impossible, could it be that you jumped out of a rock?" Feng Nuanyang was dissatisfied with his answer, he touched his cheek with his hand, and met his eyes: "To be honest, otherwise I would be angry."

Ming Qianjue looked at her dark eyes full of his reflection, and her bulging fleshy cheeks, smiled helplessly, the hand on her waist slid down, feeling her frown, he smiled softly He smiled: "I was wandering around until I was ten years old. After I was ten years old, I met my adoptive father. He raised me and invited me a master to teach me martial arts."

"You really don't have parents?" Feng Nuanyang didn't expect his childhood to be so miserable, and couldn't help but regret the pressing question just now. With distressed eyes, she put her head on his chest and rubbed her head flatteringly: " sorry."

"It's nothing, actually, if you don't ask, I plan to talk to you sometime." There was an undercurrent in Ming Qianjue's eyes, but it disappeared quickly.

(End of this chapter)