The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 84 Reversal, King Shengqing kneels down to her
He parted his crimson lips lightly, and couldn't hear any happy or angry words, "What do you want me to do so that you don't remember that matter anymore?"

"What?" Hearing Xuanyuan Mochen's words, Feng Qianya was a little unresponsive. She found that in the past two days, Xuanyuan Mochen's words would suddenly turn around, and even she couldn't keep up with him. thinking.

It is said that women have needles in their hearts, and this sentence is more than enough for men.

Seeing that Feng Qianya hadn't reacted, Xuanyuan Mochen's coquettish phoenix eyes were stained with a dark color, his eyes became softer, his beautiful crimson lips were raised a little, and his deep voice still could not hear the emotion, "Is this king asking?" What do you want me to do so that you won't remember that matter again?"

Hearing this, Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows and stared at him deeply, her sharp eyes were filled with inquiry.

After a while, she narrowed her almond eyes, and the smile on her lips bloomed like a coquettish poppy, "It's okay if I don't hold any grudges anymore. If you kneel down, I won't hold any grudges."

"What? Feng Qianya, you...you actually want this king to kneel down for you. Is there anything you can't do? Is this king being too kind to you to make you so presumptuous? Put this king in your eyes? Feng Qianya, this king's tricks are not something you can bear." Xuanyuan Mochen narrowed his eyes, and shot Feng Qianya coldly, as if he wanted to shoot her body through , extremely sharp eyes.

"It's fine if you don't kneel, then you can fight to the death." Feng Qianya squinted at Xuanyuan Mochen at a 45-degree angle with her water-cut apricot eyes, and then walked out of the room with a smile on her lips. go.

Just when she was about to reach out to open the door, Xuanyuan Mochen's unrecognizable voice came from behind her, "Okay, Feng Qianya, if I kneel down, what you say will count, otherwise , this king will never forgive you."

Hearing the sound, Feng Qianya paused, then turned around, and saw Xuanyuan Mochen's big white hands resting on the arm rest of the wheelchair, as if she was really about to kneel down.

Seeing him bend his knees and was about to kneel down to the ground, Feng Qianya's eyes tightened, and she ran forward quickly, wrapping her jade arms around his waist, and wanted to lift him up, but missed, the two of them At the same time, he knelt on the ground, and at first glance, he seemed to be praying to heaven and earth.

At this moment, Feng Qianya's jade hand was still around Xuanyuan Mochen's waist, she frowned slightly, and was about to let go, but suddenly her waist tightened, Xuanyuan Mochen's long arms wrapped around her slender waist, holding her into his arms.

The two knelt together like this, hugging each other, looking like a couple embracing each other from a distance.

Her face was forced against his strong chest, and she heard his strong heartbeat clearly.

One after another, like beating gongs and drums.

Xuanyuan Mochen lowered his eyes, complex emotions rolled up in his light brown pupils, his crimson lips were lightly pursed, and he asked in a low voice questioningly: "Why do you want to stop me?"

Feng Qianya's slender green feathers trembled slightly, like a butterfly dancing. Under her pretty nose with arrogance, her pink lips were lightly pursed. For a moment, she raised her eyes to stare at Xuanyuan Mochen, with a bewitching curve on her lips, "Because I don't want to let go of hating you so soon, I haven't become your nightmare yet."

"Feng Qianya, you are already my king's nightmare." Xuanyuan Mochen's slender fingers lightly picked her sharp chin, her coquettish phoenix eyes locked her beautiful face, and the words overflowing from her crimson lips carried deep meaning.

(End of this chapter)