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Chapter 161 How about you try

Feng Shuying: "..."

Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!"

How to describe this situation?
It was probably like her riding a yellow car with someone, and then being caught by the real owner...

Although she was the passive one, she just said something that was not so serious after all.

She coughed lightly and then said seriously: "Qin Changshi is drunk, please send someone to send him back."

The corners of Jing Moye's lips were slightly upward, and his eyes were indescribably evil and mad.

He slowly walked up to Feng Shuying and asked, "I have a silver-like wax gun tip, is it good or bad?"

Feng Shuying: "..."

She felt that he was really elusive, always appearing when she didn't really want to see him.

Over the years, Qin Zhijian broke up with his family because of him, and now the Zheng family broke off the engagement. He owed Qin Zhijian a lot.

Feng Shuying: "..."

At this time, even if she felt guilty, she still had to pretend to be very calm on the surface.

He glanced at Qin Zhijian, who was drunk and unconscious, and let out a long sigh.

And words spoken are like water thrown out, there is no way to take them back.

Feng Shuying felt that she had passed the test, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Regardless of whether she likes him or not, she will never escape from her grasp in her life.

This time it broke the silence between them, but it made her even more embarrassed.

She and Jing Moye had been getting along somewhat awkwardly since she refused last time, and they had hardly spoken.

After Jing Moye finished speaking, he put one hand behind his back and Shi Shiran left.

She stretched out her hand and patted her mouth: "Let you talk nonsense while running on the train!"

"He is such a grown man, and he is so drunk after drinking just a little bit of wine. Isn't it just a silver-like wax gun tip that looks good but is useless?"

She was just embarrassed, but Jing Moye figured it out.

Feng Shuying looked at him with wide eyes. He twitched his lips and continued: "Let's see if this king has a silver-like wax gun head."

Since the death of the late emperor, his situation has plummeted, allowing him to clearly see the character of the people around him.

Feng Shuying looked at his elegant and calm back, dressed in white like snow, and couldn't imagine that such words could come out of his mouth.

The people who originally gathered around him dispersed, and now only Qin Zhijian was left.

Unexpectedly, she hadn't finished breathing yet. Jing Moye leaned into her ear with a half-smile and said, "After nightfall, you can come to my room and try."

Sometimes Jing Moye feels that living is meaningless, but if he dies, where will Qin Zhijian go?

Jing Moye snorted lightly, glanced at her sideways, and called the guards to help Qin Zhijian away.

She said calmly: "Your Majesty, you heard wrong. What I just said was not your Majesty, but Qin Changshi."

The Queen Mother will also be extremely sad.

Now he has another Feng Shuying in his heart. Although she doesn't like him, she has become his concern.

He also wants to be able to feel the warmth of the world like a normal person.

All of this is based on living, so he must live well.

After nightfall, Feng Shuying checked the doors and windows again to make sure that all the doors and windows were closed properly before she prepared to sleep.

But before she lay down, there was a knock at the door.

She asked: "Who?"

Jing Moye's voice came: "Open the door."

Feng Shuying hesitated for a while, but still opened the door.

The moment he opened the door, the wind blew up Jing Moye's black hair and brushed his peach blossom eyes. He looked like a male vixen visiting a boudoir at night.

Feng Shuying was stunned for a moment, and while she was stunned, he had already walked around her and walked in.

She hurriedly asked: "Does the prince want to see me so late?" Jing Moye answered simply: "Sleep."

Feng Shuying: "..."

He is so direct!

She hurriedly said: "But the prince's residence is not here!"

Jing Moye tilted his head slightly, his beautiful peach blossom eyes full of matter-of-factness: "You have to sleep with me until my spell is lifted."

Feng Shuying was anxious: "Why?"

Jing Moye raised his eyelids and said, "Just because you agree to break this king's curse."

Feng Shuying: "..."

Jing Moye added: "If you accept money from me, you have to do your job well."

Feng Shuying: "..."

Jing Moye ignored her attitude and went to bed directly.

Feng Shuying rushed to the bedside and asked, "Why does this become my responsibility?"

Jing Moye answered matter-of-factly: "It's the spell that makes me sleepless, so naturally it's your responsibility."

Feng Shuying: "..."

She couldn't refute his logic for a while.

Jing Moye stretched out his long arms and lifted her onto the bed.

Her nose bumped into his chest, and tears almost hurt.

He pulled the big quilt to cover the two of them, and then said in her ear: "Do you want to verify whether this king is a silver-like wax gun head?"

Feng Shuying: "..."

This joke hasn’t passed yet!
She replied dully: "No!"

Jing Moye chuckled lightly and did not move any closer, just holding her in his arms.

Having her in his arms made him feel extra at ease, and sleep came over him.

He was thinking in his mind about how to make her sleep with him willingly for the rest of her life.

Feng Shuying adjusted her position on his chest, and her hand caressed his chest inadvertently. It felt good, so she simply touched it again.

Jing Moye grabbed her hand and asked, "Do you dare to touch it down?"

Feng Shuying retracted her hand decisively: "I don't dare."

Jing Moye chuckled lightly and gently touched her forehead: "If you don't dare, just sleep well."

When he didn't reveal his thoughts, Feng Shuying didn't think anything of lying on the same bed with him. She just regarded him as the villain.

Now that she knew what he was thinking about her, she felt a little awkward when the two of them lay together like this.

Because he was so close, there would be a large area of ​​physical contact, and she could clearly feel the changes in his body.

She had actually felt this kind of physical change in him before. Although she was a little uneasy before, she didn't think much about it.

After Qin Zhijian said those words today, she unconsciously thought about that.

In her previous life, she concentrated on cultivating Taoism, had never been in love, and had no idea what other men were like.

There was no comparison, so she didn't know what his situation was.

Because I don’t know, I am inevitably a little curious.

But no matter how curious she was, she could only control her thoughts and never dare to provoke him.

That night, she slept carefully. Although Jing Moye was better, he was not much better.

When they woke up the next day, both of them were a little blue.

Feng Shuying felt that if she slept with him like this in the future, she would lose several years of her life, and she had to find a way to solve this problem.

But before she could think of a solution, Qin Zhijian came over.