Beloved trump wife: unscrupulous prince calm concubine

Chapter 368 Lady? ! (1)

Where else does the lady want to touch? ! (1)

"and many more!"

As soon as their lips touched one place, Yun Chu suddenly shrank his face back and spoke hastily.

"Why?" Shen Fengchu looked into her eyes playfully.

"I just want to tell you!" Yun Chu's tone was rarely serious, "I just like you, not to the extent of love, I mean, we can try to fall in love!"

Witnessing the love between Ouyang Xian'er and Feng Lingxiao personally, Yun Chu was very touched.

After going through this crisis, she has already felt that she cares about Shen Fengchu, but whether that kind of care is love or not, she is still not sure.

Ouyang Xian'er and Feng Lingxiao still missed each other until their death, she didn't want to experience this kind of regret, so she told him her current mood as she promised him at the beginning.

Shen Fengchu's eyes darkened, staring at her face, he remained silent.

"You..." Yun Chu raised his eyes and met his gaze, "Are you unhappy?"

Laughing softly, Shen Fengchu reached out and grabbed her chin, "Stinky girl, where did you come from?"

"What do you mean?" Yun Chu raised an eyebrow.

Shen Fengchu lowered his face, and approached her again, looking into her eyes with a pair of eyes close at hand, "Sometimes, I really doubt that you are not Yunchu at all, or that you are the real Yunchu?!"

What he said was a little unpredictable, which made Yun Chu inexplicably a little apprehensive.

Can he accept this kind of time travel? !

If he knew that she just borrowed another soul from this body, would he still care about her that much? !

He said that he once liked her for a long time. Was it the Yun Chu from before that he liked? !

She didn't think about it anymore, because his lips had already covered hers again.

He didn't want to delve into the past.

No matter who she is, anyway, the person he wants is her now, and it is enough to be sure of this.

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(End of this chapter)