Chapter 197 The Flower Picker

The girl turned over suddenly, and her soft body was nestled into his arms. The warmth and softness brought him deep throbbing and excitement.

But he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to move for a long time. After confirming that she was in a deep sleep, he slowly put his hands on her back and pressed himself closer to her.

She slept soundly all night, dreaming that she was lying in a warm embrace, warm and reassuring.

He was in pain all night, sweet pain, depressive pain.

The morning sun leaked in through cracks, sprinkled dots on her face, as if it could penetrate the delicate and smooth skin, he looked at it for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it back, he brought his mouth forward and kissed her softly. her forehead.

She moved her body, feeling a sense of being bound, which was a strange feeling, but one that made her nostalgic.

She closed her eyes and stretched comfortably, why did she feel something hard and hot against her lower abdomen?

She opened her eyes suddenly, and unexpectedly saw a pair of dark peach blossom eyes, which were full of mischievous smiles.

Before she could react, he stretched out his fingers and scratched her nose, and said with a smile, "Good morning, dear!"

She resisted the feeling of spitting, and quickly moved her body away from him, drawing a safe distance between the two of them, and then looked at the clothes on her body, it was okay, it was not wiped clean.

"What are you doing? I, Zhu Yan, am I as shameless and obscene as you think?" He propped up his handsome face with one hand, looked at the cute little thing in front of him with a smile, and really wanted to pounce on it and take two bites.

She nodded quickly: "You do. It's definitely more shameless and obscene than I thought. Climbing onto the girl's bed in the middle of the night, what's the difference between this and a flower picker?"

Zhu Yan felt that he was worthy of the title of flower picker. He hugged the flowers all night, but he didn't eat them.

No matter how you calculate it, it feels a bit uneconomical!

"Since I'm already a flower picker in your eyes, wouldn't it be wrong for the flower picker not to pick the flowers? Why don't you—"

She pulled off the quilt to wrap herself tightly, widened her beautiful eyes and said in surprise: "Why not?"

"How about this king being convicted of this crime?"

He was about to pounce, but she was so startled that she kicked it—so that she could not die, and just hit the burning iron rod——

Even the Lord God of War has weaknesses!

This weakness is also the weakness of all men! !

Fortunately, Yuan Qiu is young and not very strong, otherwise—hehe——

Even so, someone still wailed for a long time without getting up.

At the breakfast table, the two had subtle expressions, and Yuan Hao was confused as to what kind of elixir these two people contained in their gourds.

While Yuan Hao went to the study to practice calligraphy, Yuan Qiu was blocked in a corner by Zhu Yan who came out of nowhere, with a style of wanting to wall her off.

Although she had a resisting expression on her face, there was a bit of anticipation in her heart. This terrible thought made her blush, and the deer bumped wildly. She must have not woken up, she must be.

"You, what do you want to do?" She was forced to the corner of the room by him, standing with her back against the wall, unable to retreat, and his face was so close, the hot and wild breath rushed towards her, teasing her Fragile atrium at this time.

He pinched her chin, stared at her pink and moist red lips, swallowed hard, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to do a lot of things!"

She reached out and patted his hand away, raised her eyebrows and said, "Then don't think about it, I won't let you succeed."