Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Young is so good.

The woman walked into Mr. Yan's autistic den.

When Yan Ce heard the movement, he was about to say something, but when he saw a familiar woman, he forcibly suppressed a little bit of dissatisfaction and helplessness.

"Just after taking a shower and blowing the wind, it is easy to get cold."

"Your way of changing the subject is still so clumsy."

With the same indifferent voice as before, she turned her head slightly away, held on to the doorknob, and took off her high-heeled sandals.

The sun poured down on the vaguely smooth insteps in the round-toed wooden clogs, and the slightly damp single clothes wrapped the chest line. Although there was no smile on the cheek, it did not make people feel the indifference of being thousands of miles away.

Taking off the jacket, the inner layer was a light-colored shirt and a knee-length skirt. The slightly airy neckline exposed the clean collarbone. She glanced at the staring boy from the corner of her eye, and raised her hand to smooth out her hair.

The long black hair was lifted slightly by the wind, like a picture scroll frozen in a moment that moved people's hearts.

She said: "The prince buried Kong Sheng's blood in the soil for the whole city to visit. Doesn't His Highness have any thoughts?"

"It's not like her style."

Yan Ce coughed lightly, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

"It's okay if she wants to bury a few scholars, but all Confucian scholars in the world recite Confucianism. In the eyes of those who don't know the truth, Fusu's approach is to completely separate himself from Confucianism. As weak scholars, they will get the support of the majority. Sympathetic, and will try to discredit the prince."

He sighed: "Burning books and burying Confucianism."

"You're worried about your opponent."

"Compared to inheriting a country's prince, this kind of shit is more suitable for me to do, and there is no need to be stained." Yan Ce closed the information and whispered to himself,

"Although there are some differences, but... what should happen still happened."

"You still don't want to beat the prince."

Yan Ce said with an unprecedented solemn attitude: "My goal is not to win, but to change the established future."

"In your expectation, the prince would not do such a thing of self-destruction of the Great Wall, so, as a reproductive tool, you are very panicked, are you afraid of the fact that public use will become private use in the future?"

"Say it like I'm a hot guy!"

Yan Ce took a deep breath, and resolutely refuted for dignity, although in terms of the result, it was indeed the case.

"Isn't it?"

The woman didn't know what politeness meant, and said, "I'm worried that the prince will become a tyrant. If you lose to her like this, you will never have the chance to eat other girls. After all, if you eat too much of the same taste, you will get tired. "

"..."

The young man's silent reaction made her more sure of the correctness of the theory she had just concluded.

She continued: "For boys, the joy of reproduction should be greater than reproduction, what do you think?"

Yan Ce has already started to feel weak, "I said... don't talk about this kind of thing like eating and drinking water."

"You want Chu Jun to make up his mind, I have a solution."

"any solution?"

"Stand still, don't move," she said.

Out of the little trust left, Yan Ce did not refuse, "...Okay, is this okay?"

"Ah."

"and then."

Then, white fingers pressed the boy's shoulders, and the fingers trembled slightly with the melody of the heartbeat.

The slightly slender figures were slowly pressed together, and the wet lips were pressed together, transitioning from a strong kiss to a long kiss.

Until the struggling reaction gradually dissipated.

Time seemed to be frozen in the narrow and stuffy study room, and the piled letters rolled down to the feet and stopped.

"Your Highness, Mr. Fusu has a letter for his minister to bring. Is it convenient for you now?"

"Huh... woo..."

"???"

The maid who was just about to convey her will for the prince held the door in a daze, and the next moment, hearing the extremely disordered breathing when the slips fell, her strong curiosity forced her to crack the door.

Obviously, from the dull eyes and pale expression, the prince's outlook on life as a personal servant has collapsed.

Moreover, it is the complete destruction at the molecular level.

"..."

She let go of her lips, and the silver threads between her lips were pulled apart, bitten off, and dripped.

Relying on his slightly taller figure, he occupies a strong position, overlooking the distraught Yan Ce.

"The taste is much better this time...so it's only to this extent."

After she finished speaking calmly, she wiped the water stains from the corners of her lips, and pursed her lips together.

After resting for a while, he let go of the chaotic teenager.