Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

"Princess, what's the matter with you?" Book chess or a face muddled, some puzzled at the young words.

Young words a return to God, panic toward the direction of the book chess look.

It was a little bit of a pause. "Oh, no, nothing."

Young words some of the heart will be back to his hands.

Shuqi handed over a clean pad. "Princess, everything is ready. Let's start tomorrow. You'd better have a rest earlier."

The young man said, "well, he left his handkerchief and ran away.

Dawdle to the bedroom door, half a day do not want to go in.

It's still greasy, but she can always feel her hands clean

The more she tried to ignore, the more she found herself remembering.

"Asshole!" The young uttered indignant oaths.

However, the door, which had been closed in front of her, suddenly opened.

Just now, Si Junling, who was still in the study, was dressed neatly and was sitting in the room playing chess.

Play chess with yourself.

Her face was calm.

It's like nothing happened.

Four words came out of his mind when he was young, dressed as a bird / beast.

"It's cold outside. If the princess wants to scold, she might as well come in." Si Junling did not lift his head, but his cool voice fell into the ears of the young words.

Let's go back to God.

The next moment, the first reaction in my mind is to escape.

This is what he thought and did.

He turned around and left, muttering as he walked, "thank you for your kindness. I sleep in the guest room today."

Under the same eaves as Si Junling.

She always felt like a little sheep being carried back to the wolf's nest.

It's just a matter of being cut.

But just walked out two steps, behind her like a gust of strong wind, wrapped her whole person.

Then he dragged her, staggered two steps directly into the room.

In front of a whirl, until the time to return to God, has been Si Junling pressed in the opposite side of the chessboard.

Si Junling solemnly pushed the white son to the youth speech, "green speech, accompany this king next game."

The atmosphere

Young words inexplicably a little guilty, subconsciously want to run, the chess pieces to push back, refused, "I will not."

Her father taught her how to go for a long time, but she couldn't even get into it.

She did.

None of the so-called Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting has talent.

Si Junling conveniently lost a book to the young, chin slightly raised under, "according to the next."

This is, chess manual?

The young man's face was confused.

"Lord, if you want to find someone to play chess with you, there are many people out there."

Si Junling pressed a chess piece slightly, then slowly looked up at the young words.

Deep in the eyes of the desire, see the young heart jump.

Just now, not all of them

Young people want to cry without tears, giving birth to the illusion of running.

Can she go?

"Lord, are you playing chess or are you going to eat people..."

Sure enough, this man can't bear it. If it breaks out, it's a little scary.

"Play chess and be quiet." Si Junling's serious nonsense.

Young words can't cry or laugh, "Lord, do you think I'm stupid or think I'm blind?"

Is he still quiet like this?

The young CI couldn't run away for a while. His eyes turned a little. His eyes swept over the small bookshelves in the room and gave a very careful hint, "do you want to be quiet, or I'll find you a Buddhist Sutra to recite?"

Young CI once again deeply felt that he was the meat on the cutting board.

It's up to you.