After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 356 Song Huai "slaps in the face"

Seeing Shen Qianzhao walking towards the figure not far away step by step, Xie Ming's heart has never been so relaxed and peaceful as at this moment.

It was like a stone that had been pressed in my heart for many years, and at this moment, it was finally quietly let go.

Obviously still sulking, but Shen Qianzhao unconsciously quickened his pace and walked quickly to Song Huai.

She tilted her head slightly, went to look at Song Huai, saw his indifferent expression as usual, what she wanted to say suddenly choked in her throat and could not utter a word.

She raised her hand and gently tugged on Song Huai's sleeve, her tone was somewhat stubborn and helpless, "If you don't want to say anything, then I will leave."

But when Shen Qianzhao turned around and was about to leave, Song Huai suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen Qianzhao's hand.

The thin crimson lips were tightly pursed, and the dark eyes were fixed on the face of the little girl in front of him.

After a while, he only said one sentence, ".Sorry."

Shen Qianzhao suddenly wanted to be a swordsman.

If he didn't know that Song Huai was like this, he couldn't connect the expression on his face with what he thought in his heart.

Otherwise, she would just slap him on the ground with her backhand and let him blow the cold wind here, to see if it can wake him up overnight.

Just when Shen Qianzhao was gritting his teeth and almost blurting out curse words, Song Huai suddenly pulled Shen Qianzhao away.

Shen Qianzhao was forced to keep up with him, and he held his hand tightly, all the way to the vicinity of Shen Qianzhao's tent.

At this time, the surrounding area was already deserted.

Shen Qianzhao was worried that someone would appear and be bumped into, so he took advantage of the hand held by Song Huai and pulled him into his tent.

It was pitch black in the tent, and I couldn't see my fingers.

However, Shen Qianzhao could obviously feel a fiery gaze staring at him, and his cheeks couldn't help but feel a little hot.

She tugged at Song Huai's hand and said in a low voice, "If you have anything to say, hurry up."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was pulled into a generous and warm embrace by a pulling force, and the other party held her tightly in his embrace.

As if afraid of her struggling.

Shen Qianzhao's cheek was pressed against his chest through the clothes, and he could clearly hear the pounding sound and the gradually accelerating heartbeat, which was quite irregular.

Time seemed to have quietly stopped at this moment, leaving only the two of them in the dark night.

Even breathing, in this pitch black, seemed so hot and clear.

Song Huaineng could feel that the little girl in his arms was breathing shortly and flustered, but even he himself was not much better.

The night covered everything, only the remaining emotions, and no one had a chance to escape.

All senses except vision seem to be infinitely enlarged.

Shen Qianzhao's emotions were also slowly soothed in this silent hug.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Huaibo's lips moved, and his voice slowly came out from between his lips and teeth, "There will be no next time."

Shen Qianzhao blinked, and suddenly wanted to know what Song Huai's expression was like at the moment.

In the darkness, she dragged Song Huai to sit down, and finally lit a candle, and then she saw that face, those deep eyes, as if she wanted to carve herself into it generally.

Shen Qianzhao felt a lot of joy in his heart immediately, and hooked his lips, "Really?"

Song Huai met Shen Qianzhao's eyes and nodded seriously, solemnly and piously.

In Shen Qianzhao's eyes, it was very different from his usual behavior. At this moment, he was extremely cute and cute.

She couldn't help but look a few more times.

Seeing that Shen Qianzhao didn't speak, Song Huai's heart skipped a beat, and the hand that was loosened just now because of lighting the candlesticks, now grasped the soft little hand again, "Really."

"Even if I am bumped into by His Highness the Crown Prince now, I will never let go."

Now that there is no way out, he wants to face it instead of running away blindly.

Shen Qianzhao's heart skipped a beat, Song Huai's serious expression could not be faked.

Because of this, she felt a trace of sweetness and satisfaction in her heart.

Shen Qianzhao's other hand slowly passed through Song Huai's side psoas muscles, hugged him gently, rested his head on his shoulder, leaned against his body, and curled his mouth, "Then you must keep your word."

A wide, warm hand landed on her head and rubbed it.

"Ah."

The smile on Shen Qianzhao's face was almost rippling, and he held Song Huai's hand even tighter.

Her heart moved slightly, she raised her small face quietly, and looked at Song Huai with a look called "expectation". The meaning in her eyes was self-evident.

Song Huaiben's heart, which tended to be calm, suddenly began to beat violently again, and his sanity collapsed.

He suddenly clasped the back of Shen Qianzhao's head with his hand, and pressed his lips on the softness.

Song Huai hugged Shen Qianzhao tightly, like a rare treasure, heavier than his life.

Hot, her lips finally fell on her fair neck.

Shen Qianzhao's head was dizzy, and he felt that his whole body seemed to be overwhelmed by this enthusiasm, and he could hardly breathe.

The hand that was originally on her head moved to her waist without knowing when.

Light and heavy crushing, like a ball of fire.

Song Huai's heart has never been so clear and incomparably clear about what he wants, rational yet crazy.

The apology just now, and only he knew, was an apology for not leaving any escape for her.

He wanted the little girl in front of him, he wanted to carve her into his bones, he wanted to marry her, he wanted to give her everything he could, and he wanted to fight for her if he couldn't.

Song Huai was intoxicated.

Shen Qianzhao's hand rested on Song Huai's chest, and began to forcefully push back, breathing a large amount of air.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded from outside.
"Zhao Zhao, haven't you slept yet?"

It was Shen Qianmu.

My heart skipped a beat.

The fiery atmosphere was suddenly cooled to freezing point by this voice.

Just now they were still inseparable, as if they were about to be distinguished, the two quickly separated.

Shen Qianzhao blushed, and raised his hand to pat his hot little face. He just raised his head and wanted to take a look at Song Huai, but he caught a glimpse of him hiding behind the high shelf where the clothes were hung, "Nervous Xi" behaves like a thief.

Shen Qianzhao: "."

Just now, the words that Song Huai swore, even if His Highness the Crown Prince ran into him now, would not let go, as if blown away by the cold wind tonight, in this tent, there is not even a trace left.

(End of this chapter)