The Handbook of Turning Over the Princess

Chapter 238 There Is Not a Day I Miss You
A soft sigh suddenly sounded from behind, it seemed to be helpless, but also seemed to be infinitely pampered.

Mu Yanxi froze.

Warm big hands supported her shoulders, grabbed her from the ground, and pressed her into his arms without hesitation.

The cheeks that had been blown by the wind for a long time were icy, but his chest was as warm as spring, dispelling the cold air on her face little by little.

There was an intoxicating breath in the warm chest, and one hand pressed her head tightly against it.

His powerful heartbeat seemed a little hasty, a little fast, and a little chaotic.

She was stunned for a few seconds, then pushed him away, glared at him and said, "My lord, can a man and a woman kiss each other?"

In the long and narrow eyes, the black jade-like pupils flowed with dreamlike and intoxicating brilliance, staring at her gently, "Yanxi..."

He took a step forward, reaching out his hand to gently wipe away the undried tears from the corners of her eyes, there seemed to be sparks shining in her eyes, illuminating the eyes, making people see clearly the trace of joy flowing out of the charming eyes.

"These tears are shed for the deity."

His voice was more intoxicating than his eyes. .

Low, soft, rustling. .

It clearly has a taste of temptation.

"My lord thinks too much, a woman who will cry for you is not a slave."

The appearance of Chonghua made her feel an unknown joy in her heart, but when she thought of all the things he had done before, as well as those unbearable rumors, her complexion soon sank again, her tone was cold, with a sense of repulsion. indifference.

She kept looking at each other coldly, Chonghua was not angry, and said with a smile, "If it's not you, who else could it be?"

Thinking of that spoon, Mu Yanxi felt angry in her stomach, and snorted coldly, "Of course it's my lord's little spoon. Without her, there would be Honglian, without Honglian, there would be others. Anyway, what's the turn?" It’s not even the slave’s turn.”

Chonghua was stunned for a moment, the smile on the corner of his lips deepened a bit, and he stretched out his hand to take her into his arms.

This time, Mu Yanxi didn't let her succeed, and immediately took a few steps back, keeping a safe distance from him.

Chonghua stood one meter away, looked at her tenderly, with a slight smile, and said softly, "Yanxi, there is not a day when I miss you."

Suddenly.

It was as if his heart had been hit hard by something.

This time, it was not pain, but indescribable joy.

For a moment, my heart beat.

"Master Chonghua is not afraid of being heard by your little spoon when you say these words? Master Chonghua is following other women to have fun, but at the same time he thinks about his servant every day. The servant is really touched."

A series of bitter and mean words came out of her mouth, and she was taken aback. She didn't expect that she would say such bitter and jealous words to other women.

Whether he has fun with other women or not, what does it matter to her?
Why did she say those words?
The words had already been spoken, and it was too late for her to regret it.

She looked a little ugly.

Some embarrassment, some embarrassment.

He stared at him with wide eyes, and roared fiercely on purpose, "Master Chonghua, please save these words for other women. This servant is just a small person in the Red Chamber who can't even be named, and this servant can't compete with you." .”

The smile on Chonghua's lips deepened.

Ecstasy flashed clearly in his eyes.

His eyes have never been so intoxicating, nor have they been so gentle.

Like the spring breeze in March, like the gurgling water of the stream, like the light of the brightest night pearl in the world.

"Xiao Yanxi, you are jealous."

(End of this chapter)