Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife

The girl's delicate little face was white against her, her cherry-like lips were slightly pursed, moistened with some sticky sugar water.

The beautiful apricot eyes gleamed, like a fine obsidian sinking into a clear pond.

The lights are bright, and his eyes are constricted with unspeakable seriousness.

Long Sun Quan Danruo Liuli's eyes were moved, and his cold palm rubbed the back of Quan Nai's head very gently.

"Xixi, don't underestimate yourself."

Perhaps it was an illusion, Kwon Nai always felt that there was a gloomy and cold line of sight wandering her whole body, faintly causing killing intent.

Seeing the girl stunned, Zhang Sun Quan drew his hand and shook in front of her, his voice was slightly tense, "Xie Xi, Xi Xi? What's wrong?"

Quan Nai Shui Lingling raised his eyes, then dropped his eyes to look at the sugar painting, and the corner of his mouth slid a warm curve, "Master, no one has ever treated me so well."

Her eyes are bright and clear, and a faint mist of water is looming.

It seems to be a little moved.

Only when the discipline knows, the host squeezes his thigh behind his back and squeezes out such a pitiful tear.

It's a pity not to be an actor with this acting skill.

Jishao walked to the snack warehouse, took out a pack of newly bought potato chips, and ate with satisfaction.

Hearing this, a bunch of flames gathered in the eyes of Changsun Quan very quickly, and then quickly drifted away with the wind, and naturally took her hand.

Fingers interlocked.

Kwon Nai wanted to pull away subconsciously, but was held tightly by the man.

He raised his eyes and looked at Sun Quan, who was walking half a step faster than her.

[My God, if the villain weren't so good-looking, I would really treason! The prince is too good! 】

Kwon Nae blinked his clear eyes, and didn't take the initiative to squeeze him, "It's just that my fingers are a little cold, which makes me so uncomfortable."

【……】

Discipline: Should you pay attention to this now? ? ?

"But this finger is pretty pretty."

Kwon Nai's gaze fell on the two closely fitting hands, her eyes suddenly sharp, her eyes were silky, and the afterglow swept across the surrounding roofs.

The dark night sky buried everything.

The two of them walked for half an hour, and then went back. Long Sun Quan was worried that Quan Na was just getting better and lacked physical strength, so he ordered someone to carry a plate of fruit at night.

"Girl, your Royal Highness said it's too late today, and the lone man and widow will not come here because they are afraid that it will damage the girl's reputation. The girl rests earlier." The maid said respectfully.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was closed, Kwon Nai's nose and mouth were covered by a pair of big hands, and he didn't react at once, and was pressed onto the table.

The slender waist was folded to nearly ninety degrees, and the slender white fingers grasped the night clothes worn by the man.

"Do not talk."

The man's calm and enchanting voice was extremely penetrating, and the hot air sprayed from his nose burned the girl's skin.

Kwon Nai saw the incoming person clearly, as if he had stabilized his emotions, and nodded.

"Acheng is really a good method. It took the eldest grandson Quan to his soul within a day."

The long, well-knotted fingers gently swept across the girl's bright white and smooth face, seeming to admire her perfect masterpiece.

The eighteen-year-old body is slightly green, and there is no place for growth.

Like a flower in bud, it attracts passers-by to pick it.

"Tell us how to do it?"

Lin Wangci maintained such a posture, strongly imprisoning people in his arms, his tone was dangerous and terrifying.

"The subordinate did nothing."

"Not yet?"

Lin Wangci got up slightly, turned the girl over, and stroked her long black hair.