Has the princess petted her husband today?

Chapter 423 Xiaobie wins the newlyweds

In a few words, he had already arrived at the wing room in the back mountain. The third brother stopped at the door of Yuan Liyue's room, and said to Luo Liufeng, "Your Highness, the princess is inside, so I won't bother you."

As he said that, he gave Xiaohe, who was guarding the gate, a look, and led him away.

Luo Liufeng also ignored them, he took a deep breath, raised his hand, and when it was about to fall on the door panel, he stopped suddenly.

He hesitated for a while, but Duyou saw that he was standing still, and reached out to knock on the door for him: "Hey——Liyue, are you in? If you are, say something, or our third son Luo will die in a hurry Already!"

In the room, Yuan Liyue just drank the tea and spit it out instantly. She quickly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, "Duyou?"

She got up and ran to open the door, and saw three door gods standing at the door.

Among them, the one with the darkest face and inexplicable guilt belongs to her family.

Reaching out and waving in front of Luo Liufeng's eyes, Yuan Liyue blinked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy to see me? Why don't you have any expression?"

Luo Liufeng looked at such a lively Yuan Liyue, his heart gradually warmed up again, and his coagulated blood also boiled.

He grabbed the little hand that was dangling in front of him, stretched out the other hand, suddenly encircled Yuan Liyue's waist, and pulled her into his arms, he couldn't tell what it felt like.

It was as if a place that had been empty was suddenly filled, so full that it was about to overflow.

He felt that he had to do something to relieve his sudden and menacing feelings.

So with all his strength, he pushed the person into the room and closed the door with his backhand.

Duyou and Zhihua: "..."

The two looked at each other, and Duyou showed a knowing look: "Okay, we don't need us now, let's go away, there should be some discordant voices in a while .”

Saying so, he leapt and flew to the opposite roof.

Zhihui glanced at him indifferently, then walked steadily to the corridor and stood there.

In the room, it was hot.

It is said that Xiaobie is better than a newlywed, Yuan Liyue felt it personally today.

Luo Liufeng's enthusiasm was a little out of control, and he felt that he was going to let him pinch and rub into his body.

Not to mention the lips, probably what a sausage looks like, so does her mouth.

Reluctantly reaching out and pushing, Yuan Liyue took advantage of the gap between panting and whispered: "Okay, stop making trouble, it hurts."

Listening to her coquettish voice, Luo Liufeng's eyes were deep, like a wolf who saw prey in the wilderness, and his mouth was hoarse and seductive, "Where does it hurt? Huh?"

Probably because the posture and atmosphere of the two of them at this time were too ambiguous, Yuan Liyue heard a sense of passion and lust from these simple four words.

Her face couldn't help feeling hot, and she reached out to pinch Luo Liufeng's thin lips: "What do you think? I'm not a man of steamed buns. You chew so hard, can it not hurt?"

Luo Liufeng was amused by her metaphor, and the depression in his heart was swept away, "Yes, it's my fault, let me see."

He reached out and pressed Yuan Liyue's slightly red and swollen lips, then uncontrollably lowered his head and pecked lightly on it, "Well, it's really swollen. I'll give Liyue some medicine when I go back."

Yuan Liyue: "..."

Wouldn't it be a joke to take medicine for this kind of minor injury?

She patted Luo Liufeng's hand and distanced herself from him, only then did she notice the bruises under his eyes, she couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

(End of this chapter)