Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 60
When the night gradually fell, the blackness covered the whole world like a big net.

A black figure pushed open the door softly, walked to the window, opened the curtain, and the silver moonlight shone on the woman's peaceful and supple cheeks.

A softness suddenly rose in Ming Qianjue's heart, he stretched out his hand, and gently stroked her face, sliding faintly, his eyes locked tightly on the girl with closed eyes.

When his hand slipped onto the petal-red lips, his eyes darkened, thinking of the sweetness of that day, he lowered his head and leaned over to touch it, sucking gently.

Feng Nuanyang in her sleep felt a heavy gaze, and as the kiss deepened, she suddenly felt uncomfortable breathing, her eyelashes fluttered, and when she was about to wake up, Ming Qianjue quickly moved her hand towards her back. She nodded her neck, and her expression calmed down instantly.

In order to prevent her from getting angry, Ming Qianjue let go of her even though he was reluctant to part with her, and licked the corner of his mouth eagerly.

"What is Pluto going to do in this prince's cousin's boudoir without resting at night?" Suddenly the door creaked, and a shadow walked in.

Under the moonlight, his face floated out half-darkly, and the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth was particularly obvious. Looking at the man who was still sitting quietly by the bed, his eyes fell on the silent woman. On his body, he hadn't seen any kind of posture that would attract the normally quiet and serious man to do sneaky things, but Ming Qianjue blocked him and cut off his sight.

"Brother Ming, it's because you are not mean enough. After all, she is my cousin. I just watched and didn't do what you just did. Why are you so nervous?" He shook the folding fan, his eyes sharpened, and his body moved instantly. But when the hand was just close to the curtain, a faster hand grabbed him, with a little force, and forcibly took him out.

After a gust of wind, the room instantly became quiet.

In the wide courtyard where the fragrance was floating and the breeze was blowing gently, Ming Qianjue let go of her hand after confirming that no one would disturb her around, and pushed Feng Yuanche out.

Feng Yuanche staggered, and the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground, almost falling to the ground.

He steadied himself, regardless of Ming Qianjue's dark face, he stepped forward, bent down to pick up the fan: "It's really inhumane, anyway, I helped you hide it from her, is this how you repay me? "

He stood up and shook the folding fan again, with a suave appearance, even if no one passed by, he still showed his most proud side, his eyes were full of teasing: "Brother Ming, how does the imperial sister feel?"

"Shut up!" Ming Qianjue scolded coldly, Zhengtai's face that had been stiff during the day was now as cold as a snowstorm.

"You've already kissed, why don't you let me tell you?" Feng Yuanche winked aggrievedly, "My poor imperial sister, she has a beautiful body and a very special personality, brother Ming, you are going to be someone else soon. Uncle's a man, and the old cows eat young grass, and do this sneaky thing in the middle of the night, and I'm not afraid of ruining your life's clarity..."

Suddenly, his words stopped, staring at the sword with a cold light on his neck, he stretched out his hand to move it sneeringly: "Qianjue, I was just joking, don't be angry, my imperial sister is beautiful, and you are beautiful too. You can be regarded as a golden boy and a jade girl, very suitable, very suitable..."

The way he nodded and bowed, Ming Qian was not moved at all. Today's scene flashed in his mind, and he uttered three words, "Cloud Diexiang!"

(End of this chapter)