Yu Yan carefully held the grasshopper in her hands and sized him up.

How many times had she not seen Yulixiao before? Yulixiao, is he also blowing his own grass in front of Chen Yao and the others? She was tormented by her little jealousy and stopped where she was. She sat down on the ground and looked up at the moonlight, lost in thought.

Yulixiao turned back and sat beside her. He extended his hand out to tug at her hair and asked: "What are you angry about?"

"Nope." Yu Yan turned her face away, moving her body, not allowing the birthmark on her forehead to be pointed at him.

Yu Yan very rarely cared about her birthmark, but for some reason, she didn't want him to see it today. Maybe it was because Nian En said that the color of the birthmark became darker, she thought, maybe it was even uglier?

He reached over again and tugged at the hair she was wearing behind her back, causing her scalp to ache slightly. He quickly covered her hair with his hands, turned his head and stared at her, asking angrily:

"How can a prince pull people's hair?"

Let alone my hair, I can pull my ears whenever I want. I can pull your mouth whenever I want, and I can pull your tongue whenever I want. I'm the king, and you're the concubine.

Her slow and bright eyes made Yu Yan angry and angry, embarrassed and anxious at the same time. However, she couldn't open his hands, and instead wrapped her hair around his fingers, making her body fall backwards until she fell into his embrace.

"Now I want to talk about this." He touched her with his other hand and slowly turned her face around, watching her face grow redder and redder, then suddenly lowered his head and whispered into her ear, "My little cousin is so beautiful. She's soft, soft, smooth, and delicious like a bouquet of peonies."

Yu Yan's mouth was parched, her mind was buzzing — these were all words from the Night Book — Yu Yan felt that she had received retribution!