Princess, stop being a demon

Chapter 666 669. Duan Wuxie likes Yan Ruge?

"But I don't want to be the third son!" She wanted to be with Yetong without any scruples, but she was afraid of being criticized by thousands of people. Now, she began to sympathize with Yan Ruge again. Alas, what should she do with her like this? how to do

"Then you are not willing to let Maomao call someone else a mother?"

"Of course not! I'm Maomao's only mother! Anyone who dares to snatch me will fight with their lives!"

"Isn't this the end? I kindly tell you that if you still want to soften your heart next time, just think about Mao Mao. I guarantee that you will never hesitate again!"

"Yes, what Master Qifeng taught is that the little ones must follow suit, and they will never soften their hearts, and they will never give others a chance to snatch me!"

"Hmph!" Qifeng stared lightly, but left with confidence.

When Yan Ruge returned to Ziwei Palace, there were already people waiting in the palace.

It turned out to be Duan Wuxie!

"Duan, Young Master Duan!" Yan Ruge felt lingering fear in her heart, for Duan Wuxie, she was terrified from the bottom of her heart.

The corners of Duan Wuxie's mouth hidden under the mask raised slightly, and his voice was as clear as a spring: "What? Is this how you behave when you see me?"

Yan Ruge dismissed the palace people, and stepped forward hesitantly: "I didn't know that Mr. Duan came, but Yan Ruge didn't go far to greet him, so I'm rude!"

Duan Wuxie smiled shallowly again, and the laughter became a little louder, and the voice became even more pleasant: "I just wanted to visit you, but I scared you because I didn't think about it. Geer, last time, it must have hurt, right? I'm sorry , It was because I struck too hard."

Yan Ruge was confused and terrified, but he didn't have the courage to ask, so he laughed a few times and changed the subject: "Mr. Duan, I..."

"Hush!" Duan Wuxie suddenly flew in front of her, stretched out his index finger to gently cover her lips, "I just want to see you, by the way—"

He deliberately paused, and under Yan Ruge's expectant and fearful eyes, he slowly lowered his noise: "By the way, let's talk about the reward for killing Mu Lingge, my lord."

Duan Wuxie got very close, the man's breath slowly fell on Yan Ruge's slender neck, making her face flushed with irritation.

"Remuneration?" She wanted to run away, but just looking at Duan Wuxie like this, she felt the soles of her feet go weak, "Didn't that jade pendant already-" be paid off?
"No, Feng Luan, I don't have that much face." Duan Wuxie got closer to her, stretched out his hand, and hugged her into his arms. His bright eyes looked deeply at Yan Ruge's, with incomparable affection, "What I want, sir, is you."

Yan Ruge's face was already blushing. Even though he and Yetong were so deeply in love ten thousand years ago, the two of them have always been in love with each other. Moreover, in the Nine Realms, no other man has ever dared to marry Ye Tong. Using such actions and eyes to tease and tease her like this, she was at a loss at the moment.

"I have made up my mind, as long as you are my woman, I will do it for you whoever you want to die." Duan Wuxie lowered her head, her thin lips moved forward slowly, and a pair of big hands gently touched her. Lumpy caressing the waistbone.

Yan Ruge became angry with embarrassment: "Mr. Duan, please respect yourself! You know, I will marry Brother Ye the day after tomorrow! So, please don't say these misleading words to me again!"

It's really strict, Duan Wuxie thought quietly, but I don't know, Yan Ruge, how long can you maintain your firmness like this?Half an hour, an hour?Or is it, shorter?

(End of this chapter)