This Prince Consort Is No Pushover!

"Well, you are not afraid, you are powerful, but why do your hands shake on my legs?" Wind gently finish saying, funny looking at the stranger.

Mo Li suddenly lowered his head, only to find that his hands, even put on the legs of the wind, and press his legs, has been shaking.

My God!

He thought his hands were on his legs.

He quickly put his hand back, is a face of panic, "sorry, I took the wrong, but I believe you will not mind, look up to you to take you."

Feng Qingyang is a look at the mentally handicapped. He takes a fan to knock on the head of the stranger, and uses the language of caring for the mentally handicapped to say, "I find out if you are a good man? You look at me strangely recently. You just held my hand, and now you come to pick me up again. Do you want to get close to me on purpose? But I'm sorry, I only like women! "

Mo Li's face turned green. He pushed the wind away and said, "you fart! Will I like you little white face? I'm a real man. I only like women, OK? Narcissism! Shame on you

With that, he flicked his arm, because it was blown lightly by the wind, and he was sick and had goose bumps.

Feng Qingyang laughingly said: "like or not, only you know, don't be embarrassed, good masculinity is not a disease, don't feel inferior, you can rest assured, we are your brothers, won't laugh at you."

"Do you want to die, Lao Feng? If you say that again, I'll cut your mouth. " The Mo leaves to say, is about to cut the mouth of breeze light Yang in a hurry.

As a result, with the wind in white, his body was light and nimble, and then he dodged and flashed again. His posture was natural and unrestrained and flashed to the high wall. There was a bright moon hanging in the sky. His natural and unrestrained posture, like reflected in the bright moon, had a different artistic conception.

He looked at Mo Li, with a smile on his lips, a pair of peach blossom eyes shining, and coquettishly shook his big fan. Stepping on the moonlight, he said: "Mo Li, don't be angry, or I will think you are guilty. Don't worry. It's not a disease to like a man. Don't be angry. However, I won't like you. Dead girl, you must die of this heart. "

With that, his body leaped lightly and left the palace.

"Damn, asshole, you are the dead girl. I will kill you!" Mo Li heard this, angry to rush up to play the wind gently.

Fortunately, Mo Zhu hugged him in time, otherwise it would cause a murder.

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Early the next morning, it was still slightly bright, and Chu xuanchen was awakened by the light outside the window.

He opened his eyes in a daze and rubbed his head. He felt that his head was particularly painful today, and his body was like a pile all night. It was very painful.

At this time, his hand suddenly touched a body with temperature, he quickly put back his hand, staring at a woman on his bed.

He fixed his eyes again, and it turned out to be Nangong Rou!

Moreover, her body wrapped in the quilt, only two lotus like snow-white arms and half of her snow-white neck came out.

It can be imagined that her body in the quilt must be nothing to wear.

He was immediately awakened by the stimulation of this scene, and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

At this time, Nangong Rou also opens her eyes vaguely. As soon as she sees Chu xuanchen, she smiles shyly at him. Her little face floats with a thick blush, "Chen, are you awake? You were brave last night. Thank you