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

You still dare to threaten her?

"I am a princess. To offend her is punishable by death." Yan Jiaojiao said bluntly.

"So what, princess?" Song Shiyan asked back in a cold tone.

well.

After hearing his voice, Yan Jiaojiao still didn't recognize him.

How unfamiliar is this to him?

"You two are playing role-playing here, right? You really know how to have fun. Take me with you." Cha Cha said jokingly.

"Role playing is when two people act out a play for each other. It can be a kind of fun between men and women."

As if she was afraid that Yan Jiaojiao might not understand, Cha Cha added.

It's quite considerate.

Cha Cha praised herself silently.

Yan Jiaojiao: “…”

There is no need to explain it so seriously.

Seeing Yan Jiaojiao didn't say anything, Song Shiyan said the same thing she had said to her before: "Speak, are you mute?"

Yan Jiaojiao was just wondering whether she should continue acting.

But before she could think it through, Song Shiyan raised his hand and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

The mask on Yan Jiaojiao's face covered half of her face.

Because of his movements, the white neck tilted back slightly, forming a beautiful arc.

Those sparkling peach blossom eyes were looking at him in confusion.

That look again—

Song Shiyan seemed to hear his own heart beating "thump, thump", and felt an excitement that was difficult to conceal.

He moved his fingers gradually upwards and placed them at the corners of her eyes through the mask.

Such beautiful eyes made him want to see only himself in them.

If not, he wouldn't mind digging it up...

Song Shiyan's eyes were somewhat dangerous, and Yan Jiaojiao was about to speak.

Song Shiyan had already blocked her mouth before she could open her mouth, and even reached out to cover her eyes to prevent her from looking at him so innocently and intently.

There was a sudden pain on my lips, and some blood started to flow out.

But they were all licked away by Song Shiyan.

Yan Jiaojiao struggled to push him away, her eyes full of anger: "You are not allowed to kiss me."

"Why can't I kiss you?" Song Shiyan asked back.

Yan Jiaojiao's eyes were red, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of anger. She stared at him and spoke at an unusually fast speed.

"I told you that you can't kiss me! I'm bleeding! Song Shiyan, are you a dog?"

Suddenly I heard my name from Yan Jiaojiao's mouth.

Song Shiyan asked back: "Did Jiaojiao recognize me?"

"Nonsense, otherwise why would I follow you?" Yan Jiaojiao was a little annoyed.

If she had known he would be like this, she would not have gone with him.

She was so pissed off.

For a moment, nameless emotions filled Song Shiyan's heart, and all the dark thoughts from before disappeared.

It turned out that she had already recognized herself.

He acted on impulse and didn't notice anything was wrong.

Song Shiyan reached out and took off her mask, revealing her delicate little face.

He touched her lips lightly with his fingertips and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Nonsense, let me bite you and see if it hurts." Yan Jiaojiao said angrily.

When Song Shiyan heard her say it hurt, he wanted to look at the place where he had just bitten himself.

He watched her lips opening and closing as she spoke, her bright red lips glistening with moisture, and her red tongue tip.

He can't control himself now.

...I really want to kiss you.

Song Shiyan never does anything that would put himself in a difficult position.

Song Shiyan lifted the person up to him and blew his warm breath on Yan Jiaojiao's face.

He attached himself to her again, sucking her upper and lower lips back and forth, mumbling, "Let me help Jiaojiao..."

Yan Jiaojiao was extremely angry.

Who can help take care of the wound?

Could his excuse be any less crude?

Yan Jiaojiao didn't say anything, didn't move, and didn't give him any chance.

At first he restrained himself and licked Yan Jiaojiao's lips gently.

"Be good Jiaojiao, open your mouth..." he coaxed in a low voice, trying to coax her into opening her mouth so that he could put his tongue in.

Yan Jiaojiao wouldn't listen to him and refused to open her eyes.

He was not in a hurry even though he failed to achieve his wish.

He changed position and kissed from the tip of the ear to the earlobe.

Song Shiyan put her earlobe into his mouth and tasted it carefully. He moved his tongue back and forth flexibly, making a slight sound.

This time she felt both itchy and numb. Yan Jiaojiao had never experienced such a degree of teasing before. The huge stimulation made her make a sound.

Her body had already gone limp, and she could only weakly grasp Song Shiyan's collar.

Song Shiyan got to taste it as he wished.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Shiyan finally let her go, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Yan Jiaojiao took a deep breath, her face flushed, and her beautiful and charming peach blossom eyes were watery.

"Jiaojiao, why don't you breathe?" He patted her back and comforted her.

The voice was no longer indifferent, and even contained a hint of tenderness.

Until I felt Yan Jiaojiao recover.

He lowered his head again and kissed her lips a few times.

Even though we were only apart for a short while, he acted like an addict.

But the person in his arms didn't say anything, so Song Shiyan stopped moving.

Misty water gradually gathered in Yan Jiaojiao's beautiful peach blossom eyes.

A hint of nervousness flashed across Song Shiyan's dark eyes.

"Jiaojiao? I..."

Song Shiyan wanted to speak to comfort her.

But the person in his arms didn't give him a chance and interrupted him.

"I want to go home." Her tone was very calm.

Yan Jiaojiao did it on purpose, otherwise she wouldn't know when he would let her go.

Song Shiyan no longer had the aggressive attitude he had just had, and responded gently, "Okay, I'll send Jiaojiao back now."

He would agree to anything she said now.

Yan Jiaojiao stopped talking after she finished speaking.

Song Shiyan wrapped her with his outer shirt and performed light Kung Fu with graceful movements.

Yan Jiaojiao saw the familiar environment and struggled to get out of his arms.

Song Shiyan didn't want to let her go, so he ignored her struggle and carried her back to his room.

Only then did Yan Jiaojiao realize that this was not the layout of her room.

"I want to go back to my room, not your room." Yan Jiaojiao said impatiently.

No matter how slow-witted Song Shiyan was, he could tell that she was angry, and there was no way he would let her leave like that.

He held the person in his arms and sat him on the couch, holding him in his arms.

"Jiaojiao, please don't be angry, okay?" Song Shiyan said softly.

Yan Jiaojiao was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Don't be angry. Don't be angry.

Why didn't he tell himself not to make her angry?

Relying on his knowledge of Kung Fu, he threatened and bullied her.

She remembers every stroke in her heart.

It's not that they didn't report, but that the time has not come.

Yan Jiaojiao remained silent, her face showing that she didn't want to pay attention to him.

Song Shiyan was very patient at this moment.

But when he saw that she remained silent, he said, "Well? Jiaojiao, take care of me?"

"Why?"

If you let me speak, I will speak?

I just told you to stop, why don’t you stop?

dog man!

Yan Jiaojiao cursed inwardly.