Sang Liwan was stunned and subconsciously wanted to get away from Jun Moyi.

She frantically moved her hands and feet, trying to push herself up.

But who knew that at this moment, the carriage bumped again, and Sang Liwan's hand, which was originally on Jun Moyi's knee, slipped and actually fell directly towards some indescribable place.

At that moment, Sang Liwan was shocked.

Jun Moyi was also stunned.

Sang Liwan never dreamed that the first time he encountered that thing in his life would be under such circumstances.

She used to think that the accidents described in operas were all deliberately created, but it was not until this moment that she realized that sometimes when fate comes, it really cannot be stopped.

Jun Moyi was even more shocked than Sang Liwan.

He, who always kept people away, never thought that one day the relationship between him and Sang Liwan would develop so rapidly to this point.

Even if the other person is the princess whom he has worshipped before heaven and earth.

After being hit hard on his most vulnerable spot, Jun Moyi froze completely, his mind going blank for a moment.

Especially at this moment, he also heard Sang Liwan's inner thoughts.

[Tsk, I didn't expect this guy, who looks thin, to have so much money.]

She! Is! Saying! What!

Jun Moyi stared at Sang Liwan with wide eyes.

He then pretended to be very calm and composed in front of the other person, looking cool and elegant, as if he had not touched anything just now and had nothing in his mind.

Jun Moyi was so angry that he laughed.

Now he just wanted to go to the Heavenly Prison and ask General Sang how he raised his daughter, which made Sang Liwan so shameless.

If she met someone else today, would she do the same?

Just thinking about it, Jun Moyi felt a chill emanating uncontrollably from his heart.

Even Sang Liwan, who had not yet had time to get off him, was frozen.

[It's over, it's over. I touched a place I shouldn't have touched, and the owner is angry.]

But he's not a kid. Shouldn't he be proud of being bumped into by someone? Why is he so angry?

【Could it be fake? 】

Thinking of this, Sang Liwan's eyes became suspicious, and he stared at Jun Moyi up and down several times.

Jun Moyi was dizzy from hearing each sentence.

At this moment, he even felt a fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and was actually so angry at Sang Liwan that he vomited blood.

Jun Moyi tried hard to suppress the blood surging in his chest, and laughed in anger.

"Why don't you get off me?"

Sang Liwan originally wanted to leave, but when she saw Jun Moyi trying hard to endure, she inexplicably felt like teasing him.

She even deliberately adjusted herself to a comfortable position on Jun Moyi's legs, leaned back, and then glanced at him lightly.

"I originally wanted to get off, but the prince's legs are much more comfortable than that hard carriage. Now I don't want to get off anymore."

Hard?

Jun Moyi glanced at the cushion where Sang Liwan had just sat, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

He pinched Sang Liwan's chin with one hand and forced him to look at him.

"You're willing to tell such a lame lie just to get close to me?"

Unexpectedly, Sang Liwan said confidently, "If the prince believes it, then it won't be a lie, right?"

Jun Moyi was stunned. Why didn't he realize before that this woman was actually a scoundrel?

"What if I don't believe it?"

"Don't believe it?" Sang Liwan raised an eyebrow and pretended to think about it distressedly before saying, "Then I will say it again to make His Majesty believe it."

"Wanwan, why are you such a scoundrel?"

However, Sang Liwan just raised his chin and asked, "Don't you think the prince doesn't like it?"

Jun Moyi choked and said in a deeper voice, "I don't like it."

Sang Liwan didn't pay any attention to the few light words she heard. She just lowered her head leisurely and glanced at Jun Moyi's hand clasped on her waist.

The joints of the fingers are distinct and the veins on the back of the hand are slightly bulging, which shows that he has used force.

Seeing this, the smile in Sang Liwan's eyes became even more intense.

"You don't like it but you won't let go?"

Jun Moyi moved his neck uncomfortably and said in a deep voice, "You can't even sit still. I'm afraid if I let go, you'll roll out of the carriage."

[Hiss! Does this bastard know how to talk?]

Sang Liwan was angry.

She began to struggle, "Let go, let me down."

The two people were already in close contact, and now Sang Liwan was struggling because of anger.

Those thin layers of fabric were of no use at all.

Soon, Jun Moyi's expression changed.

"Don't move."

These two words were very different from Jun Moyi's usual voice, as if he was deliberately suppressing something.

Sang Liwan quickly realized it and stopped moving his limbs, trying to turn himself into a stone.

Qingshui was so upset when he saw this scene that he almost cried.

She shouldn't have been in the carriage.

Jun Moyi took a few deep breaths to calm the restlessness in his heart, and soon returned to his usual detached self.

He looked at the person in his arms, whose tail was almost up in the air, and now he was as obedient as a quail, and suddenly he stood up again.

That's right.

How could a man be forced to retreat step by step by a woman?

Jun Moyi admired Sang Liwan's embarrassment for a while, then a soft laugh escaped from his throat. He asked knowingly, "Why aren't you moving?"

[Move? Move what? What kind of lewd language is this?]

Jun Moyi, who was originally waiting with interest to see Sang Liwan's reaction, was caught off guard by this sudden remark.

He felt that he had underestimated the other party.

Then he heard Sang Liwan say, "I'm tired, take a break."

Jun Moyi lowered his eyes and just happened to see Sang Liwan's rosy lips.

Her lips were plump and looked soft and plump, like a ripe peach.

Jun Moyi's eyes darkened, and his fingers rose uncontrollably, gently rubbing Sang Liwan's lower lip.

It was just as soft as he had imagined.

Sang Liwan was startled by his action and subconsciously dodged backwards.

"what you do?"

Jun Moyi looked confused, as if he had encountered something extremely troublesome.

"With such a soft mouth, why do the words always come out so hard?"

【Hard what? 】

What is hard?

【Where is she hard? 】

For some unknown reason, Sang Liwan subconsciously looked at that part of Jun Moyi's body.

Sang Liwan realized what he was doing and his face instantly turned red like a tomato.

[Sang Liwan, you've fallen! You actually coveted his body!]

Jun Moyi, who originally felt a little uncomfortable, narrowed his eyes after hearing Sang Liwan's thoughts.

"Wanwan, are you..."

Halfway through his words, Jun Moyi deliberately prolonged the ending tone.

Sang Liwan's heart was hanging in the air because of him, and he felt very uncomfortable. He couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"

Then, she heard Jun Moyi say word by word: "Are you coveting my beauty?"

boom!