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

Song Shiyan asked slowly, his voice devoid of warmth.

"It's okay. He took me to buy a lot of new things." Yan Jiaojiao replied lazily.

"It's really fresh. Even though his face is so bright, I don't blame him at all." Song Shiyan's tone was blunt and full of sarcasm.

"He doesn't even know..." Yan Jiaojiao retorted subconsciously.

He originally thought it was interesting, so he wanted to try it.

Besides, he had reminded her at the time, and he didn't know that this would happen after she wore it. What reason did she have to blame him?

The more Yan Jiaojiao defended Lu Rangzhou, the more unhappy Song Shiyan felt.

He had only bullied her a few nights ago, and after he coaxed her for such a long time, she ignored him and even avoided him for a few days.

So that's how we treat him, right?

Song Shiyan's eyes were slightly cold and his lips were pursed into a line.

She couldn't control the strength in her hands all of a sudden and Yan Jiaojiao cried out in surprise.

"What are you doing?" Yan Jiaojiao glared at him angrily and asked.

Song Shiyan didn't say anything, but the strength in his hands became much lighter.

After a moment, his hands stopped moving.

"Okay, it won't itch after a while." His voice was still emotionless.

Yan Jiaojiao didn't care about his attitude, but went to look in the mirror first. Naturally, her face was more important.

The ointment is white in texture, so the area just applied looks a little different.

When I applied the ointment on my face, it felt a little cool.

But this cold feeling is mixed with an itchy feeling.

Yan Jiaojiao frowned and reached out to scratch it, but as soon as she raised her hand, Song Shiyan grabbed her wrist.

"You can't scratch it." Song Shiyan said lightly.

"But it's so itchy now." Yan Jiaojiao said somewhat aggrievedly.

Of course she knew she couldn't scratch it.

The problem is that she can't help it now, what should she do?

In Song Shiyan's eyes, she looked quite cute.

She has clear and bright eyes, slightly raised eyebrows, and slightly red eye sockets, and looks very delicate.

My heart softened at this moment.

He stared into her eyes for a second, then chuckled and said, "Don't move."

Song Shiyan lowered his head and blew gently on her face a few times, and the itchiness was miraculously relieved.

Yan Jiaojiao obviously didn't expect him to use this method. She was a little stunned. After she came to her senses, she wanted to refuse, but the uncomfortable itchiness on her face seemed not to allow her to do so. She could only let him do it.

Song Shiyan unknowingly moved closer and finally confined her to the table.

Yan Jiaojiao wanted to step back, but he held her down with his hands and she couldn't move.

In the end, I could only stay close to her and let him do what he wanted.

After a while, the effect of the ointment had dissipated, and Yan Jiaojiao no longer felt the itchiness so uncomfortable.

"It doesn't itch anymore." Yan Jiaojiao pushed him, signaling him to let her go.

Although Song Shiyan stopped his actions, he did not leave her. Instead, he put his arms around Yan Jiaojiao's waist and leaned closer to her.

The other hand was still holding her wrist, perhaps because he was afraid that she would always be unable to resist the itch and scratch it.

Song Shiyan lowered his head slightly, and from this angle he could just see Yan Jiaojiao's exposed neck and a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

At this moment, Yan Jiaojiao was sitting motionless, very well-behaved and pretty.

She probably didn't realize that the neck was the most vulnerable part of the human body. If he wanted to, she would lose her voice immediately.

She was so defenseless in front of him...

Song Shiyan suppressed the unbearable desire in his eyes and stroked the girl's neck with his slender fingers, the touch was soft and delicate.

Yan Jiaojiao noticed that he was touching her neck. She felt that it was dangerous and quickly pulled his hand down.

"The medicine has been administered. It's okay, Ayan, you can go back." Yan Jiaojiao stood up, met his gaze, and said.

The two were very close, and Yan Jiaojiao could clearly see the expression on his face.

Song Shiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, and directly exposed her thoughts: "Jiaojiao, it's not good to throw it away after use."

When Yan Jiaojiao heard him say this, she became even more confident: "It was you who took the initiative to say that you wanted to apply medicine to me."

He was the one who said it just now, and she didn't ask him to apply medicine to her.

Song Shiyan did not refute her, but asked lightly: "How long do you plan to hide from me? Hmm?"

"Who is hiding from you? Don't think too much." Yan Jiaojiao denied it directly.

She would never admit that she did it on purpose.

Song Shiyan's lips curved up, and he put his hands around her waist, saying in a casual but pointed tone, "Why didn't Jiaojiao see me these past few days?"

"Of course it's because you bullied me last time and I hold a grudge against you." Yan Jiaojiao said bluntly.

As if he hadn't expected her to say that, Song Shiyan raised his eyebrows slightly and said leisurely, "Can Jiaojiao forgive me now?"

He naturally knew what Yan Jiaojiao meant by bullying.

Should he tell her that it wasn't considered bullying last time...

"I'll forgive you reluctantly." Yan Jiaojiao said in a coquettish tone.

Song Shiyan placed his hand on the top of her hair, stroking it again and again, as if he was stroking a kitten.

"Why do you keep touching my hair? You've messed it up." Yan Jiaojiao glared at him unhappily.

"Can I kiss Jiaojiao now?" Song Shiyan asked irrelevantly.

"No, you look like a woman now, it's weird." Yan Jiaojiao refused directly.

Intimate contact was nothing, but Song Shiyan kissed her with his beautiful face, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Jiaojiao means that it's okay if it's a boy?" Song Shiyan directly twisted her meaning and asked with a smile.

"I didn't say that." Yan Jiaojiao blinked and denied it.

"Then Jiaojiao, wait for me for a moment." Song Shiyan suddenly said, and then disappeared from her sight.

It's great to know martial arts.

Elusive.

Yan Jiaojiao muttered softly.

Song Shiyan came back soon.

He went back to change his clothes, leaving his long black hair loose, with a devilish and delicate appearance, and an innate aura of disaster.

"Jiaojiao...are you satisfied with this?" Song Shiyan raised his narrow peach blossom eyes slightly and smiled at her.

"If you keep switching back and forth so blatantly, people will think the princess has barged in."

Yan Jiaojiao looked at him and said.

Song Shiyan put his arm around her waist again, rested his hand on her forehead, and said casually, "Don't worry, Jiaojiao, no one will see it."

"It's better this way. If you are discovered, I won't care about you." Yan Jiaojiao was just reminding him. As for what he thought, she had no right to control it.

Song Shiyan stroked her waist, and the feeling of his large and warm palms was completely different from just now.

Yan Jiaojiao even felt that his body temperature had become much higher.

Song Shiyan bent down slightly, leaned close to her ear and said, "I feel... does this look like we are having an affair?"