The soft and tender princess is loved by everyone and the love-brains just want to get on top

Yan Jiaojiao was originally leaning on him, and when he embraced her, almost her entire body was held in his arms.

The man's hot and moist breath fanned over her earlobe, and Yan Jiaojiao felt the temperature rising wildly at the base of her ear.

She answered the question irrelevantly: "Ayan wants to?"

Song Shiyan's beautiful peach blossom eyes deepened, and he chuckled slowly: "Of course, it is an honor for Ah Yan to be in the painting with the princess, isn't it?"

The strength of his palm on her waist tightened, as if he was ironing her through a layer of fabric.

Yan Jiaojiao's waist trembled slightly, and she glanced at him secretly.

Song Shiyan acted as if he didn't see it and didn't think there was anything wrong at all.

Anyway, he still looks like a woman now, and they are both women, so there is nothing strange about them being intimate and hugging each other's waists.

"Host, just give in to him. He is using his beauty to seduce you. He is a cunning man." Cha Cha appeared at this time and sighed.

"You really know how to pick the right time, Chacha."

"Hehe, host, how can I be missing at this time?" Cha Cha said proudly.

Yan Jiaojiao: “…”

"Well, of course we have to satisfy Ayan, so just draw it like this, you can express yourself as you like." Yan Jiaojiao curled the corners of her lips and said nonchalantly.

"Song Shiyan's favorability +20%, current favorability 50%, congratulations to the host for reaching halfway."

The sound of the favorability value rising came from my mind.

Xian Ge looked at the intimate actions of the two people. Although they were two women, he felt that something was wrong.

As for what was wrong, he couldn't tell.

He shook his head, cleared the thoughts from his mind, and concentrated on painting.

Time passed by little by little in this silence, and only the rustling sound of paper could be heard.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Yan Jiaojiao was almost asleep. She yawned several times and felt a little drowsy.

She began to divert her attention. It turned out that leaning on someone was more comfortable than lying on the bed.

Yan Jiaojiao rested her head on Song Shiyan's chest. He kept hugging her. She could even feel the softness of his chest, and she rubbed it subconsciously.

Then I felt Song Shiyan's body stiffen.

She turned a deaf ear and pretended she knew nothing.

"Princess, the painting is done." Xian Ge said softly.

Yan Jiaojiao thought to herself, the painting is finally done. If it takes any longer, she might really fall asleep.

"Let me take a look at the painting." Yan Jiaojiao wanted to get up from Song Shiyan's arms to take a look.

But Song Shiyan's hands were still on her waist. He signaled Song Shiyan to let her go, and the latter obediently let her go.

She stood up and walked to Xian Ge's side. On the rice paper was a picture of two people leaning against each other, the outline was just right, and the expressions of the characters on the paper were very detailed. They were nine points similar.

"Not bad, it's a very good painting. Just tell Fu Yue what you want later. It will be considered a reward." Yan Jiaojiao looked at it for a while and praised earnestly.

"Thank you, Princess." Xian Ge was very happy to get the princess's recognition. It was worth it for his previous hard work in learning painting.

As long as the princess could remember him and have an impression of him, he would be satisfied.

"Okay, we have found this place today. I am a little tired. You all can go back first. Leave this painting with Xian Ge and I will go get it in person later." Yan Jiaojiao said lightly.

"Okay." Xian Ge was even happier when he heard this. He had been asking for this for a long time. Now he had the opportunity to be alone with the princess.

Fu Yue stepped forward and held her hand, and they left together.

Xian Ge put the painting away carefully, fearing that it would get dirty accidentally.

Song Shiyan stood up and glanced at the painting that the string singer was putting away.

"Why don't you let me give it to the princess? I'm going to see the princess later." He suddenly said.

"This... but the princess said she would come to get it." Xian Ge was naturally unwilling, but didn't know how to refuse.

Song Shiyan suddenly came to his senses. Why should he argue over an ordinary painting, not to mention that the person in it was not his original appearance.

He didn't say anything else, and left with a calm expression.

Xiange breathed a sigh of relief, feeling himself to be at a loss. If he didn't want to give it, he should just refuse. Why did he have this strange fear of her?

*

Yan Jiaojiao washed up and went to bed.

As usual, I read some picture books to kill time before going to bed, and it was the same picture book about the Evil Demon Lord falling in love with me.

But today she didn't ask Fu Yue to help her read it, she just flipped through it herself.

She was the only one in the room. It was extremely quiet, with only the occasional sound of her turning pages.

"Host, Jun Siyan is here again." Cha Cha reminded.

Finally he came, she had been waiting for him for a long time.

Yan Jiaojiao pretended not to know and continued to look at the sketchbook in her hand intently.

"So the princess likes to watch things like this." A man's voice suddenly appeared in my ears.

Yan Jiaojiao looked up and saw Jun Siyan appearing silently in front of the bed.

"Why are you so elusive? You scared me." Yan Jiaojiao looked frightened by him and glared at him with an uncertain expression.

But her tone didn't sound like she was blaming me, but rather like she was acting coquettishly.

Jun Siyan didn't show any guilt for scaring her, but smiled and said, "I thought the princess was not afraid of anything."

Yan Jiaojiao snorted angrily, turned around and ignored him.

She was going to be angry now.

Jun Siyan looked at her, but the look in his eyes became darker.

He suddenly bent down, reached out and touched her slender chin. His thumb touched the corner of her lips, and his fingertips moved slightly, gently stroking, and suddenly he smiled.

"Okay, Jiaojiao, don't be angry. It's not good to be angry. I'm here for something important today." Jun Siyan said seriously.

Yan Jiaojiao was silent for a moment before asking, "What's the matter?"

Jun Siyan's gaze fell on her lips. Her lips were like peach petals, pink, without any lip balm, and looked very soft.

Zhou Yu told him that if he was not averse to simple contact, they could proceed to the next step.

Zhou Yu is a famous doctor in the martial arts world. He was lured to the evil cult by him and has been following him for a long time.

Although he didn't come to see Yan Jiaojiao these days, her face and...her lips would occasionally flash through his mind.

This feeling is very strange, but he doesn't seem to reject it.

So the purpose of his coming tonight was to try a more intimate contact.

Jun Siyan lifted her chin and moved closer.

Yan Jiaojiao looked at Jun Siyan who suddenly approached her, and suddenly guessed what he wanted to do. She wanted to turn her head away to prevent him from succeeding.

Jun Siyan would never do as she wished. He simply restrained her head with his hands, not letting her move at all.

He lowered his head and sealed her lips.