After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 354 What Are You Pushing Me For? !

The night wind was getting louder and louder, and most people had already rested.

Shen Qianzhao tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, his head was full of the scene when he and Song Huai walked back just now.
Under the projection of the fire along the road, the two figures on the ground were close to each other from time to time, and two hands tightly held together could be vaguely seen.

Shen Qianzhao's heart seemed to be filled with honey, no matter how cold the night wind was, at this moment, it made her feel extremely warm.

Warmth from the heart.

She gently hooked Song Huai's fingertips with her fingertips, and her soft fingertips gently rubbed the warm palm with thin calluses, "Brother Song, why don't you let go?"

From time to time, she cast her eyes not far away, and she will walk back soon, and she might meet someone she knows later.

Isn't he afraid of meeting people and being seen?

Song Huai only felt that the already warm palm was slightly itchy by the soft and boneless hands of the little girl beside him, as if there was a fire burning in the palm, and all the limbs and bones were also hot.

Instead of letting go of Shen Qianzhao's hand, he clenched it even tighter.

The ten or so days without seeing the little girl seemed like years, and it was extremely difficult.

If it was true that he couldn't see anything, he would have passed the forbearance, but Biansheng was by Shen Qianmu's side every day, that face that was almost exactly the same as the little girl's, every time he silently pulled his thoughts into the relationship with Shen Qianmu. In the endless thoughts of the girl.

What's more, he originally thought that the prince's temperament was indifferent, serious, and extremely unapproachable to others.

It's far from a little girl.

But in the past ten days, Shen Qianmu's every move, every word and deed, proved that the blood flowing on his body was the same as that of Shen Qianzhao.

The two brothers and sisters are very similar in every word and deed.

This further deepened Song Huai's concern for Shen Qianzhao.

Now, this person ran up to him, asking him how he could hide the emotion that he usually hides well.

The Adam's apple in his throat rolled, and his thin lips, which were blown cold by the wind, moved, his voice was deep and delicate, "No hurry, wait a minute"

The warm palm tightly encircled the soft, white and boneless little hand little by little, and the thumb unconsciously pressed the little hand in his hand.

His heart couldn't help beating along with the wind.

The corner of Shen Qianzhao's mouth curled, and the other hand quietly climbed onto Song Huai's arm, and gently hugged it.

The subtle cool fragrance, blown by the wind, lingered around the tip of their noses bit by bit.

For a moment, neither of the two could tell who the fragrance was, it was faint and very pleasant.

Shen Qianzhao pulled Song Huai to stop, "Wait."

Song Huai stopped, turned his face slightly, looked down at Shen Qianzhao, "Huh?"

The dim yellow flame was blown slightly by the wind, casting a half shadow under Song Huai's eyelashes, trembling slightly.

Shen Qianzhao's soft and white cheeks were also warmed by the light. She raised her eyes and stared closely at Song Huai's eyes, only to feel that the slightly trembling eyelashes, like the wings of a butterfly, fanned in one by one. own heart.

How can someone have such beautiful eyelashes
Shen Qianzhao unconsciously licked his lips that were a little dry from the wind, and slowly pulled him closer with the hand being held.

She tiptoed quietly, soft red lips pressed against Song Huai's ear, exhaling like silk, "I'll be leaving tomorrow, don't you want to stay with me for a while?"

The voice trembled slightly, attacking Song Huai's heart inch by inch, and gradually weakened bit by bit.

Accompanied by this trembling, the base of his ears quietly crept up a little bit of blood, which was shockingly red.

"If you go back so soon, you won't be able to whisper or do something quietly." Shen Qianzhao's voice was gradually tinged with a trace of ambiguity.

That faint fragrance slowly invaded everything in Song Huai.

Night Breeze seemed to calm down at this moment.

Only Song Huai, who was standing there stiffly, and Shen Qianzhao, who stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear were left.

The two figures were lightly pasted together, so close.

Shen Qianzhao could feel the scorching heat coming from his palm, heating up little by little.

You can see more clearly, his reddened ears.

For a moment, Shen Qianzhao thought of this life, when she was in Yongle Palace, her words and deeds to Song Huai for the first time, including his reaction afterwards, he was at a loss but calm and self-possessed.

Mingming's heart was about to jump out, but his face was always able to maintain that cold-blooded look of pure heart and asceticism.

She hooked her red lips, and lightly licked Song Huai's limp earlobe with the tip of her tongue, "Shall we not go back tonight?"

With a sound of "Zheng", a string called reason broke.

Song Huai's mind went blank for an instant.

His whole body was tense, and his fingertips were trembling crazily following the heart.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down nervously, just like his helpless reaction at the moment.

Shen Qianzhao gave a low laugh, with a hint of seductiveness in his laughter.

Seeing that Song Huai remained silent, she then moved her body slightly, turned her cheeks sideways, facing the slight wind, and quietly approached the man in front of her in the calm of the night.

The two hearts beat fast, as if at a certain point in time, they gradually overlapped and staggered, and finally they became the same.

If there is a scent that seems to be absent, it always lingers between the two, and it becomes more intense.

The night covered everything well, and the atmosphere was full of ambiguity.

Both of them seem to be waiting, waiting for the other to take a step forward, but they seem to be in a stalemate, wondering who will lose first among each other.

Just as Shen Qianzhao's slightly cold lips were about to fall on the scarlet color, a force suddenly pushed her away, and Song Huai's hand also let go.

Shen Qianzhao didn't react for a while, and she was stunned in place. She was a little dazed, and looked up at Song Huai, but saw that his face was serious, and his eyes fell not far ahead.

She followed that gaze, turned around and saw a black figure standing there from nowhere.

Xie Ming's face was as calm as water, with some weird waves, he looked straight at Shen Qianzhao.

The expression in the eyes is ancient and calm.

The vague ambiguity around the two of them gradually dissipated.

You look at me, I look at you, no one speaks.

After a while, Xie Ming turned around and left.

Shen Qianzhao pursed her lips, just looked at Song Huai, with a hint of grievance in her tone, "What are you pushing me for?"

Song Huai: "."

After a while, seeing the grievance in the little girl's eyes almost turned into tears, he raised his hand and gently rubbed Shen Qianzhao's head, wanting to explain.

But Shen Qianzhao's head slipped away from Song Huai's palm.

The tenderness between the two just now disappeared in a flash.

Shen Qianzhao pouted, "You should reflect on yourself, I'll go back first."

Throwing away such a sentence, Shen Qianzhao walked away quickly, leaving Song Huai at the same place far away.

She was puzzled, seeing Xie Ming, why did he react so strongly?
Just now if he hadn't stood firm by himself, if someone else had pushed him like that, he would have fallen to the ground.

(End of this chapter)