My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 323

Rong Zhan frowned imperceptibly, and looked at her quietly.

The firelight shone on her side face, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her slightly flushed face became more and more charming.

He took a deep breath, looked away, and asked softly, "Do you want to stay and watch the sunrise?"

Shen Qianxia paused, glanced at the sky, and asked with a smile: "The seventh prince plans to stay out at night?"

Rong Zhan smiled slightly, "If you want to watch it, I'll accompany you!"

"Okay." She didn't seem to think much about it, and agreed in a strange way.

After realizing it belatedly, they are a lonely man and a widow living together on a beach...

She wanted to regret it, but when she saw the smile on his beautiful face, she was stunned for a moment.

Eyes like Wang Qingquan, reflecting sparks, glowing with a trace of warmth, made her whole heart very moved.

Rong Zhan sat close to her, pinched her sleeves, saw that the clothes were dry, and handed her the coat.

"Are you doing it yourself, or shall I help you?"

Shen Qianxia pouted, stood up, reached for the shirt, and hummed, "I can do it myself."

Rong Zhan smiled evilly and looked at her lazily, "You can help me."

She didn't bother to pay attention to her, turned her back, arranged her dress, smoothed her hair with her hands, and pulled it back very loosely.

As soon as his eyes moved, her heartstrings seemed to be plucked by her, and her casual and idle posture fell into his eyes, exuding a unique temperament.

Rong Zhan lowered his eyelids, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, picked up his robe, and spread it on the spot where she was sitting just now.

Shen Qianxia raised her eyebrows slightly, and joked: "I'm not a delicate princess, this beach is much better than many places."

He said flatly: "In my eyes, you are the most delicate woman who should be held in the palm of my hand."

She suddenly felt speechless, and he could say a few words on any occasion.

She wondered if he had ever had other women he liked, so he was so familiar with love words.

Shen Qianxia tore off the robe on the ground, sat down next to him, raised her eyes and asked with a smile: "The seventh prince's sweet words are very smooth, have you practiced them in front of other women?"

Rong Zhan shook his head, smiled without saying a word.

She covered the robe in her hand from in front of him, "It's fine if you don't say anything."

"You care?" His eyes were burning, and he smiled.

Shen Qianxia didn't look at him, and said lightly: "On the night of Shangyuan Festival, there are women's clothes on your boat."

"That's yours." His tone was very soft, and he spread around her in a hoarse voice.

When Shen Qianxia heard the words, her teasing expression immediately disappeared.

"It's for you." He said again, his dark eyes seemed to gather thousands of stars.

"There are many beautiful women in that bamboo forest. What about the palace? Are they the same?"

Rong Zhan chuckled, "No."

Shen Qianxia didn't say anything more, although she didn't know why he would prepare underwear for her without knowing why.

But somehow he believed him.

It's funny to think that I was still guessing wildly at that time.

Rong Zhan stared at her, his eyes were full of peach blossoms, and when he lifted her slightly, there was a bit of coquettishness.

He looked away, and if he stayed any longer, he was really afraid that he would not be able to hold back...

She was like a flower in bud, she had to be cared for carefully, and he had to have enough patience.

As the bright moon moved westward, the sparse stars in the eastern sky became a little brighter, embellishing the night sky.

Shen Qianxia was thinking about the sunrise on the sea, but she was no match for the sleepiness in the second half of the night, and fell into a deep sleep.

It seemed that she was about to wake up a few times in the middle, and she fell asleep again with the cold breath all over her body that made her feel extremely at ease.

(End of this chapter)