My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 516 Believe it or not
Rong Zhan carried her back to the room, put her on the bed, and then lay down beside her.

The whole movement is natural and familiar, like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any feeling of restraint.

His domineering and domineering attitude made it impossible for Shen Qianxia to refuse, so he pulled up the quilt and put it on her body, "I'm afraid you'll get hot again, so I have to guard you."

He said it in a high-sounding and serious manner, and Shen Qianxia looked at him with a funny face.

"I seem to be fine, you don't have to watch over me, otherwise something will be reported at dawn."

Rong Zhan stared at her with burning eyes, and asked, "Are you afraid?"

"What am I afraid of?"

His eyes moved, and he said softly: "If Li Tianshi did it and found Feng Xing, you are the real Feng Ming, will you be afraid?"

Shen Qianxia was silent for a moment, if she said she was not afraid at all, it would be a lie, she was not only worried about herself, but also about him.

At this time, Beiyue was watching fiercely, and the undercurrent in Shangjing City was raging, and Yunyang was facing flood again, so it was really inappropriate to push him to the top of the storm.

She didn't trust or care about the fate of the phoenix, as long as this is the case, Shen Muxue no longer bears a title that does not belong to her.

She asked him with a twinkle in her eyes: "Do you think I released the rumor?"

"Am I such a brainless person?" He asked back with a smile, his eyes burning.

Shen Qianxia smiled and continued to ask him: "Then do you believe that I am the real Fengming?"

Rong Zhan was slightly taken aback, grasping her catkin tightly, his deep and dark eyes were full of undercurrents.

He smiled slightly, and parted his thin lips lightly: "I only know that you are the best woman in the world, and the woman I want to protect with my whole life."

Shen Qianxia's heart twitched slightly, but he avoided answering, but said something that made her heart tremble.

In such a long-lost reunion and a somewhat intimate and ambiguous atmosphere, he can always stir her mind instantly.

She lowered her eyelids, restrained her frantic heartbeat, and asked in a very calm voice: "Then do you believe it or not?"

Rong Zhan moved closer to her, the distance between the two of them was so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Shen Qianxia took a breath, raised her eyes and stared at him, his pretty lips were slightly pursed, and the hermit smiled faintly.

After a while, he said slowly: "It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, I just believe that you will be my wife is enough."

She was speechless in her heart, and she still couldn't get around this topic, so she chose to remain silent.

Rong Zhan let go of her hand, and slowly moved up along her arm.

Shen Qianxia was surprised for a moment, his fingertips seemed to have flames through the clothes, igniting some kind of emotion in her.

His palm rested on her neck, and he gently opened her neckline. She raised her hand to hold his, and asked in a panic, "What are you doing?"

Rong Zhan smiled slightly, "I just want to see if you still have a fever? Why are you nervous?"

Shen Qianxia looked at him angrily: "Isn't that how you see fever? You're just quibbling!"

He rested his palm on her neck, making sure that there was no fever again, so he was relieved.

"You're not feeling well, and I won't do anything to you."

Shen Qianxia was silent, sometimes she couldn't figure him out.

Sometimes he looks like an indifferent and elegant gentleman, and sometimes he looks like a jackal, a tiger and a leopard, the kind that can gnaw away all human bones.

Rong Zhan's hand moved away, passed over his shoulder and then slid up his back. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, but let him inexplicably let him go.

Wherever his hand passed, there was a strange feeling that she couldn't resist, and then it spread to the whole body, even the blood and bone marrow.

What a horrible man.

She seemed to be about to be overwhelmed by this fatal provocation.

His hand stopped suddenly, doubts flashed across his eyes, and he asked uncertainly, "Are you injured?"

(End of this chapter)