The Handbook of Turning Over the Princess

Chapter 239 The smell of vinegar is getting stronger and stronger
Like the spring breeze in March, like the gurgling water of the stream, like the light of the brightest night pearl in the world.

"Xiao Yanxi, you are jealous."

Not a question, but a joyful affirmation.

Mu Yanxi's face turned red, and she said stiffly, "What did Lord Chonghua say, the servant doesn't know, if you want to be jealous, it's not the servant's turn."

Chonghua stepped forward suddenly.

The movement was as fast as lightning, and she didn't give her a chance to dodge. In the blink of an eye, she was pulled into his arms and hugged tightly, unable to break free no matter what.

His hand lightly landed on her head, then the tip of her brow, cheek, and lips, and gently lifted her small chin, her phoenix eyes were burning.

Mu Yanxi was suddenly a little scared. .

Such hot eyes that could burn everything seemed to swallow her alive.

"Yanxi, your tears are shed for the deity, and your jealousy is for the deity. How dare you say you don't like me?"

Yeah, she likes Chung Hwa.

She also realized it today.

But she was not at all happy.

What she is looking for is someone who can be in love with her, and who can be the only one who can hold hands until the end of life.

No matter how much Chonghua likes her, how can he only have her alone.

Even though he knew he shouldn't like her, he still couldn't control his heart.

Mu Yanxi struggled a few times to no avail, she simply fell into his arms as if resigned to her fate.

There was an aura that belonged to him in the warm embrace, which made people feel stable and warm. She was reluctant to leave, and did not want to leave.

Thinking of Shao'er, she felt angry again, "Your Excellency already has Shao'er, why do you want to provoke slaves?"

A muffled laugh came from overhead.

Chonghua lowered his head and pecked lightly on her lips, eyes full of pampering tenderness, his lips gently pressed against her forehead, and whispered, "Silly girl, there are no spoons or red lotuses, my deity never touched them."

He used to be ridiculous.

He thought it would be the same now as before.

It's just that in the face of those beautiful but unfamiliar faces, he lost all his qualities.

Mu Yanxi's heart moved, thinking of the scratches on his chest and the mark on Honglian's neck, she said coldly, "Your Excellency, you should think that Yanxi is a three-year-old child, if you don't touch them..."

She lowered her head, put one hand on his chest, set aside a distance, looked at the scratches on his chest and sneered, "My lord, please don't tell this servant that you accidentally scratched these marks on your body."

The vinegar smell is getting stronger and stronger, full of sourness.

The more Chonghua listened, the happier he became.

Looking down at her, her delicate and flowery face was intentionally tense, looking cold and distant, but it also had an indescribably charming charm.

Especially her sour and jealous appearance made him feel that he liked her to the core.

The person you like, no matter how you look at it, you like it.

He couldn't help but kissed the delicate red lips that were pouting slightly. It seemed that one kiss was not enough, so he kissed twice more, "I really like Xiao Yanxi's jealous appearance, silly girl, I said I didn't touch it." I haven’t touched it before, alas, if you insist on telling me everything before you believe me, then I will have no choice but to show my face.”

Chonghua couldn't help laughing a few times, put his arms around the beautiful woman in his arms, and said in a good mood, "This deity has been acting and waiting for you all the time, but I didn't expect you to be so cruel that you couldn't bear it all the time." Find me."
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(End of this chapter)