Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Chapter 190 Her demonic words confuse me 21

"Your Highness's words are touching."

Jiang Xinlian's red lips curved slightly, she walked to the man's side and leaned into his warm and generous arms.

She lay on his chest meekly and softly, and this relying posture made people feel heart-softening.

"Your Highness only wants to please me?"

"me……"

Jiang Xinlian just asked casually, but Qi Jinchao's body froze, his calmness disappeared, and his words became stammering, and his guilt was self-evident.

She raised her face and observed the man's expression: "Your Highness?"

Qi Jinzhao's eyes dodge: "Xin'er, I, I was, um."

His straight back was bent, and he lowered his head to hide his frustration and guilt: "I'm sorry, Xin'er."

Jiang Xinlian listened to his stumbling words with a smile. The more she listened, the stiffer her smile became.

From Anseong, little beggar?

Little beggar? !

She had a complicated expression: "You really thought I was a beggar."

At that time, she was just dressed in rags and looked a little embarrassed. Who is not dressed like this when running for their lives? How come she is a beggar?

086 corrected in a low voice: [He was dressed very raggedly, described as very embarrassed, his face was rubbed dirty, even a beggar is the poorest one]

Jiang Xinlian:......

Qi Jinchao was stunned and slowly opened his eyes: "Xin'er, you?"

He didn't know for a moment whether he should be happy that he was not a shameless villain, or whether he should feel guilty for not recognizing her at first sight.

Jiang Xinlian put her hands on his chest and left his arms. With a charming look on her face, she scolded, "What an idiot."

She walked away from him, and when she turned around, the fluttering black hair crossed the hand he subconsciously held back, numbing and itching.

Qi Jinzhao stared at the back of his hand. When he recovered and raised his eyes again, his throat became dry: "Xin'er..."

Jiang Xinlian stood in front of the bronze mirror, slowly took off her hair accessories, and then threw them aside with a slight collision sound.

When the hairpin was taken out, the long hair was spread out behind her back. Her delicate white fingers moved to her waist, and with her fingertips, she pulled open the belt around her waist.

The unconstrained coat slid down the soft lines of the shoulders and was piled at the feet, and the bright white skin was reflected in the man's eyes.

Qi Jinzhao was stunned, and it took him a long time to react. He lowered his voice and said urgently: "What are you doing! How can you, can you?"

He was speechless for a while, then reluctantly said: "How can you take off your clothes casually?"

"But it's getting late now, and the palace gate is tightly guarded even if you want to come. Your Highness can't get out. Why don't you have a good night's rest?"

Jiang Xinlian turned her head, seemingly even more puzzled than he was: "Does His Highness not want to rest and have other plans?"

"I," Qi Jinchao glanced at her and quickly looked away, "I didn't want to do anything."

"is it?"

Jiang Xinlian slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. Her light-colored bellyband and fair skin complemented each other, her soft curves were exposed, and she looked like she was in spring.

Qi Jinzhao pursed his thin lips and his eyes wandered: "This, this is an unreasonable number."

The light words were pressed in my throat, and I didn’t know who they were speaking to.

This is unreasonable. They still have no names and no status. How can they do things as husband and wife?

But if he really followed the rules, why would he have had those ridiculous dreams before?

From the beginning of the courtiers and concubines, he thought that there would be no more absurd dream than this, but it didn't take long...

Different from the rockery and pavilion in the past, this time it is actually inside the house.

In the huge room, the light flickers out.

He was half-leaning on the head of the bed, raising his head slightly, and the Adam's apple on his sweaty neck rolled.

The pretty woman was sitting astride his thighs, her plump and slim body was held down by his big hands on her lower back, unable to escape.

The woman struggled to support his shoulders, her sharp fingertips pinched into the man's strong and tight muscles due to unbearable pain, and finally fell softly on his chest during the bumps.

The wet hair stuck to the side of her face, and the woman's face turned red. She called him sweetly while breathing:

"brother"

……

Okay, okay, from messing up the harem to violating human ethics, it is said that dreams reflect the inner world, what else can he not dare to do?

Jiang Xinlian watched the change in his expression with great interest. She was about to say something but saw that the struggle on his face faded away in an instant, giving him a calm feeling of breaking a jar.

Qi Jinzhao opened his clothes expressionlessly: "Sorry, I'm a villain."

He strode up to Jiang Xinlian and pressed forward with his tall body.

Jiang Xinlian was surprised by his transformation. She followed his strength and lay on the bed, with the man's strong body covering her.

He has a gentle and kind personality, but after all, he is a battle-hardened general, and he is still rude in his heart.

Hot lips kissed the woman's red lips, and her heavy breathing took away her breath, almost making people feel suffocated.

After a while, he left her lips and said hoarsely: "I won't do anything."

He continued to lower his head, and his hands began to become dishonest, and the thin bellyband became an obstruction at this time.

Qi Jinchao stretched out his hand to pull it, paused for a moment, then propped up his upper body, grabbed the piece of fabric with both hands and tore it apart. Nothing happened.

The medicine Qi gave him this year was colorless and tasteless, and the effect was amazing. Most people had already lost their strength and were at the mercy of others, but he was lucky to be able to escape from Cining Palace.

But that's all.

"Damn!"

Qi Jinchao was so annoyed that he punched the bed board with his fist. He buried it in the crook of the woman's neck in frustration and weakness, gritting his teeth with hatred.

Feeling the woman's body trembling slightly as she suppressed laughter, he closed his eyes and sighed:

"If you want to laugh, then laugh."