Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 492 I want to eat candied haws

Duan Yijun stopped laughing, stretched out his hand to hold Nan Yuan's little hand: "Seduction?"

"..."

Nan Yuan opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at Duan Yijun, then immediately bowed her head guilty.

It's a pity that her little hand was held by the foresighted Duan Yijun. Nan Yuan tugged at her little hand, but there was no movement, she could only pursed her lips, and said guiltily, "Slippery mouth, slippery mouth."

Otherwise, who would be so stupid to blurt out what was in his heart?
Duan Yijun leaned forward, raised his hand to caress Fu Nanyuan's cheek, and rubbed the pad of his thumb against her cheek, his voice was a little low: "Slippery?"

It was originally an ordinary sentence, but when Duan Yijun said it in such a tone, Nan Yuan subconsciously shuddered, why did she feel that this sentence had become a little different?
"Not slippery...no no no" Nan Yuan was so startled that she didn't know what to say, and she didn't know whether to look at Duan Yijun's hand or Duan Yijun's face in her eyes, so don't accidentally rush over at any time.

Feeling that Duan Yijun's thumb was slowly sliding closer and closer to the corner of Nan Yuan's mouth, the rich images in Nan Yuan's mind were sliding, attacking her own vision one by one, until they overlapped with Duan Yijun in front of her.

"No!" Nan Yuan suddenly yelled, her face flushed, she stretched out her hand and pushed Duan Yijun away.

Duan Yijun was pushed back a step by Nan Yuan, and she was indeed separated from her by a safe distance. At the same time, Nan Yuan also felt that something had fallen from the corner of her mouth. When she looked down, she saw nothing.

After Duan Yijun stood firm, he smiled slightly: "What can't be done?"

Only then did Nan Yuan realize what she had just done, looking around, the pedestrians and even the noodle stall owner couldn't help casting their gazes at her because of her screams.

"Duan Yijun." Feeling ashamed, Nan Yuan leaned towards Duan Yijun subconsciously, half of her face was pressed against Duan Yijun's back. If this was not on the street, she wished she could draw herself into Duan Yijun's arms, fiercely Cover your face.

Duan Yijun hooked Nan Yuan into his arms with a hook, chuckled, stretched out his fingers to poke Nan Yuan's little head, and asked with a smile: "You haven't told me yet, why do you always think about it in your little head? Something you shouldn't be thinking about?"

Nan Yuan blushed, stretched out her small hand to press Duan Yijun's chest, wanted to keep a distance from him, and said guiltyly: "Who is always thinking about things that shouldn't be, I don't!"

Duan Yijun continued to ask: "Then what didn't work just now?"

"..."

Guiltyly biting her finger, Nan Yuan faltered and couldn't explain why, looking at Duan Yijun's handsome face with a smile, her little face was even redder behind her ears: "I... I didn't think about anything? It's not you, the temperament of a disciple!"

Duan Yijun shrugged aggrievedly: "I just saw noodles on your cheeks just now, just wipe them off for you, where did you become an apprentice?"

It turns out that what just fell off the cheeks were noodles?

Thinking of the appearance of chatting with Duan Yijun with noodles on her face, Nan Yuan blushed directly to the base of her neck: "That, that's your fault too."

Not wanting Duan Yijun to get entangled in this problem anymore, Nan Yuan immediately stretched out her hand and pushed him away, just when she saw a person selling candied haws passing by, Nan Yuan immediately tugged on Duan Yijun's sleeve: "Duan Yijun, here is a seller of candied haws Man, I want to eat candied haws."

(End of this chapter)