After Yan Miaoling in the dark was completely exposed under the candlelight, Xuanyuan Mingchen was dissatisfied, "Why did you take off the things on your eyes..." He raised his hand to cover her, but was grabbed by Yan Miaoling to stop him.
She squinted at his provocative smile and said, "It will be a meal sooner or later, so what does it matter if you see it~"
This is the bottom line of people. Once you open your mouth, then...
whee.
Yan Miaoling thought, I've already got the monk, what else is missing from you, a guy who can't be identified as male or female? Before, she had traditional ideas and just wanted to wait for the man to pursue the woman. But now...
If you don't feel itchy when you have a lot of lice, it's kind of novel to take the initiative, right?
This remark displeased the jealous prince, "You—" Do you think I'm dead? He dared not say this. Despite his cold and unfathomable demeanor, he was actually completely henpecked.
Because, we can’t win, we can’t win at all.
He is convinced now.
Just like now, he was told to bring it to him and he said, "Lan Shang is a man of the martial arts world and must have no experience in fighting. You go and get some guidance from Li Lin."
That was it, and then he came.
The two spoke quietly, looking to Lan Shang like they were flirting. The blush that had crept up on his face at Yan Miaoling's presence gradually faded. He channeled his inner strength through his clothes and, without them noticing, he emerged from the tub and surrounded himself...
There was water under his feet and he was still wearing clothes. Yan Miaoling was concerned and said, "Go inside to dry yourself and change before coming back!" Even if they were friends, this was not an exaggeration.
But in front of her fiancé, such concern made Lan Shang's back tighten. She was inexplicably excited. What was going on?
Over the years, he had been dissatisfied with Xuanyuan Mingchen and wanted to compete with him. He looked at Yan Miaoling and smiled charmingly, "Okay, I'll listen to Ling'er."
Damn, she is more feminine than any other woman.
Yan Miaoling thought evilly, I don't know if this thing can work in bed...
She put her wild thoughts aside when she felt someone pinching her palm.
After Lan Shang recovered, she curled up in a recliner to rest, leaving the time for the two men to discuss the war.
The two of them quickly got into it, one voice was sonorous and powerful, the other voice was melodious and sweet, which made the woman even more drowsy and she fell asleep in a short while.
Xuanyuan Mingchen stopped talking abruptly. He made a hushing gesture to Lan Shang, tiptoed over, picked up Princess Yan Miaoling, and headed towards the guest room.
He had lived in the Hualien Sect for a period of time as a gangster, so he was not unfamiliar with it.
After covering himself with the quilt and closing the door, he returned.
Facing Lan Shang who was sitting on the chair arrogantly, he said, "Well done, King Chen, you really impressed me." Such an arrogant person, who always emphasized the troubles of women, can actually be so considerate?
Even a little funny, what's going on?
Xuanyuan Mingchen didn't bother to pay attention to his joke and got back to the point, "My ghost soldiers are on the way and will arrive soon. When the time comes, your men will take the lead and be responsible for luring that old guy out, and my men will be responsible for the sneak attack. It's enough to lure him out, there's no need to force it and cause innocent casualties..." In fact, it was just a quarrel in front of the battle, the behavior of a shrew. Lan Shang's image fits the bill, and it's just right for him to do this.
Lan Shang didn't hear the hidden meaning and was a little distracted. "Why are you here? Aren't you going back? Are you here in person?"
Xuanyuan Mingchen, "......"
It turns out these two idiots have no idea about Ling'er's abilities. As a good friend, I feel deep sympathy for them.
...
It was late at night and someone couldn't sleep in his own territory.
The reason was simple: his friend was living with her, even though it was just two rooms in the wing, but he was still agonizing. He had always known they were engaged, so a little intimacy was fine. But with her right under his nose, he was reluctant to accept it.
He felt even more uncomfortable when he thought about the two of them appearing together tonight and their mutual understanding and eye contact.
He wasn't sure if that strange feeling was love, but after all, he was happy after seeing each other again.
I put on my clothes, walked to the pavilion in the courtyard under the moonlight, stepped on the porcelain fish tank and looked at the koi fish inside...
Yan Miaoling's ears were quite sensitive. She opened her eyes at the sound of movement and realized it was easier to sleep in her clothes. She stood up, walked out, and quietly approached.
Lan Shang heard the voice and turned around.
The atmosphere was a bit like the twilight years of a campus romance. Yan Miaoling felt that if she took a step forward, the other person would be deeply drawn in. But she deliberately suppressed her feelings, pretending not to know.
You can also say it's fishing, seducing, anything goes.
In short, she is the heroine, so there is no reason for her not to eat this pleasing thing.
"How were you last time we met?" She began in a gentle voice.
Sensing a jealous soul about to disturb her, she sent a clone over to stun them. Xuanyuan Mingchen felt a weight on his chest, raised his hands to beg for mercy, and whispered a threat, "Sleep with me, or I'm leaving right now!"
He didn't understand why they insisted on having two rooms today when they slept together every night. He misunderstood that it was because of Lan Shang's consideration, and his jealousy grew.
If you want to flirt with a guy, you have to get past me first.
At this time, King Chen was like a child who couldn't eat candy, and his behavior was very childish.
The clone didn't bother with him, and lifted the corner of the quilt with familiarity, and rustled in...
"Hmm~!" I'm afraid only the vinegar jar knows the taste of it. It was wonderful and torturous, and finally turned into a murmur, "Ling'er, when can we get married..."
Lan Shang in the courtyard didn't know all this.
Because, at this moment, his attention was completely focused on the beautiful figure in front of him. The question "How are you doing since we last met?" actually made his nose sore.
He wiped his face and looked very useless.
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