After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

After that, the prince suddenly held the belt of Yange by his hand, pulled Yange closer to her arms, and touched her skirt with the other hand.

Looking down, he kissed her lips, blocking all her words in.

What is the difference between her makeup and a man now? Yange couldn't understand her, so how could the prince still quit.

And the attitude of the prince today is obviously not the same as in the past.

So his abnormal response now is jealous?

Eat the vinegar of Qijia Dalang she has never seen?

It really surprised her.

Probably it was the vinegar that inspired the prince's fighting spirit.

He pressed the Yange on the table case, and came in from behind. He hugged Yange's body tightly, intersected and intertwined, his strength was unprecedented.

Too big to seem to want to crush the words into his body.

"Would you like to see him?" The prince covered her, her voice faintly in her ears.

Yan Ge smiled sideways at him, with a smile between his eyes and brows: "Zi'an, you don't mind his relationship with me."

Zi'an is the word for Prince Edward. When the bed mantle is long, he calls her Junjun, and she calls him Zi'an.

She groaned for a long time because of his strength. She was pressed by him on the table and couldn't move. With his movements, her neck was leaning back. If she didn't hold the table with both hands, he would have been hit by the ground. Already.

She didn't wait for him to respond, and said with a smile: "Zi'an has swallowed this bitter gourd into my belly, how can I forget others."

She squeezed her chin and forced her head to turn against him.

At this moment, the prince, without the fragility, without the thinness, his eyes staring at the song are faint, like a black hole with no bottom, and the light in his eyes, like the burning flame, seems to consume the song at the next moment. .

Laughing at words, laughing at heart, smiling charming, soft voice: "Zi'an, you care so much about me, I feel very happy inside."

She squinted slightly, tears oozing from the corners of her eyes: "I'm so happy inside."

He lowered his head and pecked her eyes: "Don't you really miss him?"

Sure enough, still jealous.

It turns out that being jealous can turn a little sheep into a wolf cub, how terrible!

Yan Ge reached out his hand, holding his side of his face, and smiled like Zhuyu, pulsing gently, spreading everywhere: "In my life, I only care about remembering Zi'an."

He exerted his strength again and rested his head on her back.

She didn't get his response, and couldn't see his expression on his face.

The first absurdity in the study was like a storm.

This was also the Prince's first counterattack. Not only did the counterattack succeed, but it also won a great victory.

Of course, at the cost of mess in the study after the fact.

Both Yange's paralysis and the prince were paralyzed on the bed, and there was no intention to move.

Yange is tired, obviously the prince is more tired than her.

The ** flushing faded, and the prince's fair face was whiter.

Although Yange closed her eyes, she could also feel the prince's breathing sound and the undulating chest.

The prince's bones have always been very poor, and he can stay in bed for more than ten days with a little wind.

Even in summer, he often wears thick.

So most of the beds are dominated by words.

Like today, this is really the first time for the prince.

This study is different in the bedroom, still a little cold, Yan Ge pulled the quilt to the Prince's body, and touched the Prince's forehead.

The squinting prince suddenly grabbed Yan Ge's hand and sighed, "This body is still too weak."

The voice is vague, like a nightmare, but the song is true.