Twelve aristocrats

It is absolutely necessary for Sheng Yuye to confirm the authenticity of An Xiaoruo's statement that we are together now, so as not to be fooled by Mooruo again: "You question me so much, you take what I said as a joke, why should I Can't."

"(⊙o⊙)...Then, that's..." An Xiaoruo began to pretend to be pitiful and innocent again. You know, An Xiaoruo's appearance is even more strange now.

Sheng Yuye has always had good concentration, so the beauty trick doesn't work for him: "Anyway, tell me first, what does it mean to be together now!"

"That's right..." An Xiaoruo lowered her head, pretending to be an innocent little girl, with flushed cheeks and a shy look on her face, which was really annoying.

"What is it?" Fortunately, Sheng Yuye was extremely patient, especially with An Xiaoruo, otherwise he wouldn't have been patient with her until now.

"Just accept you as my first wife, okay!!!" An Xiaoruo's eyes suddenly widened, full of anticipation, it was really hard for an ordinary person to refuse.

Sheng Yuye's eyes full of doubts, for a long time, suddenly became clear, and the evil eyes were stained with mist like mist, and he smiled softly: "Okay!" At the moment when An Xiaoruo smiled brightly, turned Turning into fury in an instant, the slender fingers bent and hit An Xiaoruo's head: "An Xiaoruo, you can die."

Immediately, An Xiaoruo was terribly hurt by a blow from Sheng Yuye. He hugged his head, his eyes were red, he blinked like a bunny, grinned and began to whimper: "Why hit me on the head?" .”

Sheng Yuye pinched An Xiaoruo's small face, and said angrily: "Your brain is flooded, let you be sober."

"No way, why did you hit me so hard, it hurts me to death." An Xiaoruo also angrily broke away Sheng Yuye's hand that was pinching her face, her angry look was so cute, it was very interesting.

Looking at her red forehead, I couldn't help but soften a little, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

An Xiaoruo stared straight at Sheng Yuye's eyes, full of obsession, and nodded foolishly.

Sheng Yuye pressed the back of her head, and her thin lips touched An Xiaoruo's forehead. An Xiaoruo immediately felt like an electric shock, a current flowed through every corner of her body, making her feel numb. .

When did An Xiaoruo become so sensitive to Sheng Yuye's kiss, he just kissed his forehead, if he kissed his lips, An Xiaoruo would faint.

After a while. .

The same tender eyes stared at An Xiaoruo for a long time: "What about now?"

An Xiaoruo seemed to have fallen into Sheng Yuye's gentle trap, only his evil face with a gentle smile in his eyes, An Xiaoruo just shook his head foolishly when facing what he said.

(Tang Mo Sweat: The tenderness of the night is tiresome!! An Xiaoruo, please calm down!)

In a daze, An Xiaoruo realized that she was actually a real shy girl who was expecting his kiss.

"Hey!! You two, is that enough?"

Suddenly, beside the two people surrounded by the ball of golden light in mid-air, not far away was an illusory crimson rose petal floating on which stood a slender figure, dressed in a crimson robe, in the style of the Central European century. It really has a bit of a classic feel to it.

------------------------------- gorgeous dividing line ---------------- -----------------------------------------

Sugar: This chapter is thanks to [Roche Demonstration] 866 red envelopes for special additions! !