After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 320 What does Your Highness think?sweet (three more)

After comforting the little girl in her arms for a while, suddenly, Cai Qiu outside knocked on the door, with a smile that could not be concealed, "Your Highness, this servant has brought you pastries."

Shen Qianzhao looked up at Song Huai silently. She had never had the habit of eating at night, let alone pastries. She asked suspiciously, "She knows you're here?"

Song Huai gave a deep "hmm".

When he came in just now, it was Caiqiu who sent the people outside away.

Only then did Shen Qianzhao struggle to get up from Song Huai's arms, cleared his voice, "Come in."

Only then did Caiqiu open the door with a plate of pastries and fruits and walked in. Seeing that the two people sitting at the desk sat neatly, they were not as intimate as he imagined, with a smile on their faces. Laughing, "Master, you don't have to be so out of touch, you can do whatever you want, it's dark, and slaves can't see anything."

Song Huai: "."

Shen Qianzhao: "." She said as if she really wanted to do something.

The reputation was killed.

Putting down the cakes and fruits, Caiqiu looked back three times, and finally closed the door reluctantly.

Shen Qianzhao's ears were very hot, she wanted to do something, but Song Huai couldn't.

After Caiqiu left, Shen Qianzhao coughed twice, "She's the closest, she's thinking a lot, she's not holding back her words."

Shen Qianzhao hadn't finished his sentence, but he caught a glimpse of Song Huai's deep and gloomy eyes on him. Those eyes were like a whirlpool, filled with breathtaking tenderness, focused without any trace of filth.

Shen Qianzhao was speechless for a moment.

The corner of Song Huai's mouth curled up into a half-smile, and even his voice was tinted with a chuckle, "What did Your Highness want to do?"

Shen Qianzhao laughed dryly, picked up the fruit on the porcelain plate and put it into his mouth, asking this question as if he was some kind of womanizer.

For a long while, that fiery smiling gaze never moved away from Shen Qianzhao.

The atmosphere in the room became more and more tense, the charcoal fire in the brazier was burning red, and the rising heat was occasionally accompanied by a "click" or two, and sparks exploded.

Shen Qianzhao's mouth was a little parched from that stare, and his soft white hands couldn't help picking up two more fruits to eat.

I couldn't help but think in my heart: Don't look at it, if you look at it again, I will become a womanizer.
At this moment, Song Huai's voice sounded lazily, "Azhao, I also want to eat fruit."

Shen Qianzhao: "."

She looked sideways at Song Huai, only to see that he changed his posture at some point, his face was resting on his cold white palms, and he was looking at her in a relaxed posture, his eyelids were slightly lifted, and the eyelids were faintly visible. A piece of projection.

At this moment, Shen Qianzhao felt a trace of leisurely son-in-law from him, his brows and eyes showed a bit of careless elegance, but his facial features were indeed too handsome to be a little gloomy.

Such two extremely contradictory temperaments, in Song Huai's body, there is no sense of disobedience.

Shen Qianzhao swallowed unconsciously, with an unknown brilliance in her flickering eyes.

sleepy.

She stretched out her white fingertips again, picked up the rosy fruit, half got up and slowly approached Song Huai.

Just when Song Huai moved his lips, thinking that the little girl was about to feed the fruit to his mouth, he saw Shen Qianzhao put the fruit into her mouth leisurely.

Song Huai: "."

Sensing the flash of embarrassment on Song Huai's face, Shen Qianzhao smiled, leaned forward, and bit his lips unexpectedly.

A fruit slowly exploded in Song Huai's taste buds. The sweet and refreshing juice made Song Huai's heart beat so fast that he couldn't control it in an instant.

When Shen Qianzhao left, he still licked his lips, as if reminiscing.

After a brief moment of daze, Song Huai's ears turned red all of a sudden.

Shen Qianzhao's soft white fingertips caressed his upper lips, and the smile on his lips seemed to be a little proud after succeeding.

She leaned over again, resting her hands on the desk, almost touching Song Huai.

The faint breath stirred Song Huai's flustered heart, and his smile was like a peach blossom blooming, quietly dyed a few touches of color,
Ask softly: "Master Song, is it sweet?"

That sweet breath, kept not reaching Song Huai's cheeks, traced his eyebrows, eyes and lip line over and over again, but refused to let it go.

Song Huai straightened his body, pretended to be calm, and adjusted his breathing steadily so that he could not see anything unusual in his expression.

But in my heart, there seemed to be a wild beast howling violently.

All rationality hangs tremblingly on the tight string in my heart.

The self-control he was so proud of always seemed useless in front of the little girl.

Song Huai opened his lips, and after a long while, he said with difficulty, ".Sweet."

Shen Qianzhao's smile suddenly became brighter.

Song Huai's head was buzzing, and he could only see the lips of the little girl in front of him, slowly saying words that would make people blush,
"Is it the fruit or me?"

Everything called reason collapsed at this moment.

If it was in the past, Song Huai would have fled with a blushing face.

At this time, Song Huai had already mastered the thick skin of the little girl in the past.

He stretched out his hand, wrapped his palm around the little girl's slender waist, and pulled her into his arms. His eyes were dark, like a hunter preying on prey in the forest, and his voice was low, "What do you think, Your Highness?"

"How would I know." Shen Qianzhao blinked, his watery eyes were full of harmless deer in a blink of an eye, as if the person who brought Song Huai step by step to the edge of sanity collapse just now was not himself.

There was a soft white hand, which moved in Song Huai's rushing heart once and for all, soft as if boneless.

Sensing Song Huai's heartbeat getting louder and louder, Shen Qianzhao smiled innocently, "Master Song, your six organs are not clean."

Song Huai suddenly smiled, those usually cold and distant eyes were filled with a smile that melted the winter snow.

"After much deliberation, I still haven't figured it out just now, and I can't answer His Highness's question. Can I ask Your Highness to do what I just did?"

The corners of Shen Qianzhao's mouth turned up bit by bit, like a little fox, and his eyes also turned up, "Master Song is polite, you should."

After finishing speaking, that soft white hand pulled off Song Huai's neatly dressed skirt
Cold and sweet, full of bumps.

You understand my scheming, I understand your pretentious restraint.

Unspoken to each other.

Dark clouds cover the moon.

Caiqiu led Song Huai to walk quickly on the path in the palace. At this time, in the middle of the night, only the night guards were still walking around in the palace.

Yi Yao frowned when he caught sight of two figures, one in front and one behind, among them a familiar figure of a girl.
Miss Caiqiu?

It's so late, where is she going?
Yi Yao stepped up in a strange way to keep up with the two people in front and behind, until he followed them to the adjacent palace wall.

I saw that Caiqiu had given something to the man, and the two seemed to have said something. At this time, the dark clouds covering the bright moon were blown away by the wind.

With the help of the cold moonlight, Yi Yao could see clearly that the person was the "food delivery man" when he was at the princess mansion that day.

(End of this chapter)