My princess Lu Ziye

Chapter 87 087 Don't make trouble, Wanwan.

Yun Yifei was shaking, his hands clenched and then loosened, loosened and clenched again, his heart itched unbearably to be teased by her.

She is like a little wild cat, stretching out her little paws, scratching here and there, without caring about the consequences.

Seeing that he still didn't speak, Shangguan Yanwan's heart began to beat, could it be that it's not good?

Didn't Chunyou and the others say that as long as a girl acts like a baby, the boy won't be able to resist it at all?
Hey, as expected, hearsay is unbelievable.

Just thinking about what to do next, the person was suddenly picked up by the waist.

Shangguan Yanwan was taken aback for a moment, then she bent her lips and smiled slightly, the water in her eyes turned into tiny waves, and her crisp laughter wafted in the night wind.

The candle flame burst into a red candle flower slightly, illuminating the dim yellow room.

Shangguan Yanwan sat cross-legged on the bed, resting her chin in one hand, her half-wet hair draped casually over her shoulders.

She stared at the tall and straight figure dawdling behind the screen, and couldn't help chuckling.

"Brother Yifei, how long are you still waiting?"

The courage that Yun Yifei had just raised in his heart died down instantly when he saw her after bathing.

He told himself, to calm down, to be calm, don't be too aggressive, what if you scare Wanwan away!
Just as he was hesitating, he heard her voice again, like a feather, sweeping in his ears, itching all the way to his heart.

"Brother Yifei, my hair is still wet, you really don't plan to dry it for me? I've never done such a thing in Chonghua Palace before, so naturally I don't know how to do it. Would you like to help me? If you don't come again, I'll just fall asleep like this."

When Yun Yifei heard this, how could he hold back, any struggle, any hesitation, any hesitation, go to hell.

He stepped out from behind the screen, and the first thing that caught his eye was that porcelain-white skin.

Perhaps it was because she had just bathed, there was a blush on her face, like a rose after the rain, delicate and hazy.

Holding a piece of dry cotton cloth in his hand, Yun Yifei walked to the bed pretending to be calm, and wiped her hair.

"He's such an old man, he can't even brush his hair."

It's purely because the heart is beating too fast, looking for something to say, the Master of the State Teacher is nervous.

Shangguan Yanwan can't control that much, for her, this is her man, the only one in her life.

She was facing him, and when she looked up, she could see the stern face. Along the chin, there was a protruding Adam's apple, which rolled out circles of ripples as he spoke.

Shangguan Yanwan smiled slyly, raised her head, and kissed him on the chin.

Yun Yifei's hands froze, he was attacked by her unexpectedly, and looked down at the culprit.

"Don't make trouble, Wanwan."

Shangguan Yanwan nodded kindly and waited for him to get busy again before turning her gaze away.

His movements were serious and gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her, the corner of the moon white clothes slid down from his wrists, revealing a section of his arm, his white skin was flamboyant, scorching eyes.

The national teacher stays in Dongsheng Palace all year round and rarely goes out, so it is whiter than ordinary people, not the kind of powder white, but the white made of snow, with the coldness of ice.

Shangguan Yanwan rested her chin on her hands and stared at him without blinking.

Beauty, as expected of a beauty, fortunately, the most beautiful person in the world belongs to her.

Her eyeballs rolled around a few times, and her small hand suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes, and stared at him with a pair of glazed eyes.

Yun Yifei stopped what he was doing, stroked her hair, and said in a pityful voice, "Wanwan."

(End of this chapter)