The queen concubine please

Chapter 52 Contest: I'm Not Afraid of Death
Ling Feishuang turned his face, his eyes were full of anger, and when he saw his smug face, he suddenly changed his expression, it was no longer cold and hard, it was much softer, but he couldn't smile at him.

It was such a small change that already made Situ Mo slightly stunned.

Seeing that Ling Feishuang was uncharacteristically, she took the initiative to snuggle her whole body towards him, and her face was already close to his. When he blinked for a moment, she pulled out her hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, her whole body They were all in front of him, and the other hand quickly grabbed his neck.

Seen from a distance, the two of them are making out, but there is only a trace of war nearby.

She didn't move her face away, and whispered softly to his face, which was close at hand: "Prince Mo, if you touch me again, I don't mind performing a regicide in front of your hidden guards."

She didn't think about killing him, but human patience is also limited.

Situ Mo was taken aback for a moment, and when he sensed the real murderous intent in her eyes, a trace of anger surged up in his heart, and there was a tendency to burn more and more.

"Shuang'er, you are so cruel, it's a waste of my king's pampering you." He also stared back at her, whispering the same, teasing words, but the hand on her waist was tightening.

The waist of the young girl's grasp also seemed to be crushed under his big palm.

This is the same threat, the two are secretly contesting, others just think they are making out.

"Situ Mo, what I'm worst at is acting. Besides, I've died once. You know, I'm not afraid of death." exhaustive.

He frowned, but his hands didn't tighten anymore, but the anger in his heart started to start a prairie fire. She was implying that if necessary, she would die with him?

Does she really hate him that much?Or, it was Chu Feiyang that she couldn't let go of.

His face turned cold for a moment, and he stared at her fiercely, "This king is not Chu Feiyang." After saying that, he let go of the hand clamped around her waist, but his heart felt lost.

Ling Feishuang's eyes darkened, and he let go of him, jumped off him, and stood aside indifferently.

Situ Mo snorted awkwardly, turned his face away, and didn't look at him, but his tone when speaking to the old eunuch was extremely cold.

(End of this chapter)