The host was not reconciled at all.

If she wants to do it again, she wants her own destiny to be dominated by herself. She would rather be a scourge of a country-worrying lady, rather she would lose those men than she would be traded like a cargo.

The host, in fact, most thought about, is the life of an ordinary girl marrying a child.

After Yange fused the host's memory, under the dim light, she stared at the purple tent in front of her eyes, her lips slowly pursing.

The chicken sighed: "The timing is a bit wrong."

It's not quite right.

Today's host has been dedicated to the prince by Qijia Erlang. The prince is a new time for the host.

The ordinary life that the host wants is obviously not available.

But this freshness didn't last long, and the host would be hidden by the Emperor Jinya.

The chicken continued, "The prince is too weak. If such a man is to stay in our beastly world, he will be eliminated, and no female will choose him for a lifetime.

The emperor of the Song Dynasty is not yet forty years old, and the prince has not yet reached the crown. It is from the childhood that he was weak and sick.

So much energy now that I am relying on my youth. If the prince is a little older, he will certainly not have so much energy between the beds.

Compared to the cruel little wolf dogs that Yange had stung, the prince was too weak and weak, and she had to worry about the weakness of sitting on his waist.

Yan Ge suddenly felt a little sad. When she chose male, she subconsciously skipped the weak and incompetent. As the chicken said, such as Prince Edward, it was eliminated in the animal and plant world.

The host's resentment was quite large, Yange rubbed his eyebrows and rubbed his chest subconsciously.

Chicken: "How about this time? Is your breast big?"

The words are silent.

Chicken: "What's the difference between a chestless female and a male, I don't know why there are so many men like this host."

Yan Song slaps at it: "Do you think other people are as ignorant as you? The chest is not the most important, but the inner beauty is the most important."

"Why isn't the big chest gathered?" The cub sighed. "The host has the last end, it must be because the chest is small."

Words of Song: ...

She really didn't like the chick's mouth.

Slightly moved his body, and found a more comfortable posture, ignoring the weak chicken Prince, Yan Ge planned to squint for a while.

Fusion of the host's memory will not only make her mentally tired, but also make her physically tired. With a glance, she fell asleep soon.

Wake up again, still woke up by the man around him.

The man who rises in the morning is most agitated, even if the prince is a weak chicken.

He squeezed the thin waist of Yange, slowly squeezed his chest with his palms, and he turned into the city when he turned over.

The prince was just a strong-blooded man, but he just got to be such a beautiful woman just after he understood human affairs, so he kept thinking about it. Whenever there was a chance and energy, he wanted to put those imaginary dreams into action.

Songs have no interest.

The man on his body is really too weak. Fighting against each other is the most sweaty.

Such a weak man can't even excite her slightest competitive spirit.

At this moment, Yan Song even felt that if he rolled over and pressed him, he seemed to be bullying him.

Simply, just let him go.

The chicken sighed: "A pear tree is pressed against a begonia."

This pear flower means the prince is weak.