Meng Eqi calmed down and did not argue with him again, only said: "But I am now Li Cailuan's identity, even if you find out what I can do, you can still detain me in the house? If outsiders know that I am coming to the instrument Princess, but I’ve been in Drunken Hou for so long. If this matter spreads, my reputation won’t be necessary. It’s better to be hanged by three feet of white damask!"

She deliberately did this, begging Sheng Jiayan to be soft-hearted, and then let her go back first. Otherwise, to fame, Meng Haoqi is probably the least cared about in his life.

It doesn't matter where Sheng Jiayan knows, his tone is faint, but his eyes are fixed on Meng Eqi's face for a moment. He said: "Since you have fallen into my hands, it is mine, and you still want to go back? The world thinks that Princess Laiyi is dead, I will make up an identity for you to be married to you, no one can control me... …"

The tone in his words actually made Meng Eqi hear a little childish. Can't laugh or cry: "Sheng Jiayan, we are siblings in the genealogy, even if we are not relatives and siblings, but also in the genealogy in front of our ancestors. Nominally, we are relatives, are we married, aren't we abolishing ethics?"

Sheng Jiayan laughed, and his voice was extremely cold: "Do you think I care about this? It doesn't matter if you are willing to call my second brother. Come, shout, second brother, and listen, it will be the fun between us." Sheng Jiayan even bowed his head and kissed Meng Eqi's neck.

This kind of Sheng Jiayan is really different.

Meng 萋 gnawed Sheng Jiayan's shoulder violently, and she didn't release her mouth until she was exhausted.

Sheng Jiayan sneered and pressed his forehead against Meng Qiqi to see her breathing lightly. He was very helpful and didn't hate to be bitten by her much. Even if there was some pain, he didn't care, at least it was true. Instead of dreaming at night, dreaming that Meng Haoqi fell off the cliff from his hands, that kind of painless life, no one should understand him.

He smiled lightly: "Even if you don't want to, but now I'm getting you back, I'm very... very happy."

Meng 萋Qi's anger disappeared in half, bulging his mouth: "I'm not happy."

Her behavior caused Sheng Jiayan's hot eyes. He stared at her pomegranate red lips, and he was a little emotional for a while.

Meng 萋萋's lips are very beautiful, soft and tender, lips are lovely. She doesn't rub rouge and her lips are very natural red. When she and Sheng Jiayan talked, the fragrance exuded from her mouth was really awesome.

Unprepared, Meng Eqi was beaten up by Sheng Jiayan and threw it on a soft bed.

Only listened to him coldly: "Close the window, back away."

The open window was immediately closed.

"..." Meng Yuqi was shocked: "Sheng Jiayan, what are you doing?"

He gently hugged Meng Haoqi, forbid her to stay, and she lay in the bed together.

"You are not happy, I want to make you happier." Sheng Jiayan said softly, and all the brows were filled with joy.

It turned out that he was really happy. Meng Haoqi was close to him, only to realize that he was blind and light blue. Now Sheng Jiayan is lying on the couch with Meng Eqi, and Meng Eqi is not too bad, he is already a little sleepy.

"Make me happy, why do you pull me to lie down on the bed!?"

Sheng Jiayan didn't answer, but closed her eyes and picked up her complicated clothes layer by layer with her fingertips.

Meng Hao grabbed his finger, and Sei Neiying: "Why!?"

Sheng Jiayan withdrew her fingertips and indiscriminately separated several clothes of Meng Eqi to reveal the last layer of thin clothes. Then he threw the clothes on the ground and laid down Meng Eqi again to lie back: "Wear trouble."

Trouble wearing clothes? Does Sheng Jiayan think...

Meng Wanqi slid a thought in her head that made her blush, and she began to struggle to sit up nervously.

Sheng Jiayan held her arms tightly against her, and her voice was faint: "Relax, I really can't bear it, but at least it won't be here. The etiquette that should be given to you is nothing less."

Meng Eqi was unable to move because of his arms, and simply gave up struggling, staring at the drapery above his head.

"Yueqi, I know you are tired too," his voice came from the side: "So many days we misunderstood each other, you must not sleep well these days when you are outside. I am the same, you should understand It’s not my joy. But the feeling of being regained is really worth all the money in the world."

His voice was low and slow, and Meng Eqi listened, as if he was really going to sleep.

I don't know how long after that, both of them fell asleep quietly.

Meng Eqi's hair was intertwined with Sheng Jiayan's, laying on the pillow, and it was not clear who was who. The foreheads of the two also met in their dreams, Sheng Jiayan's expression was satisfied, and he tightly embraced Meng Eqi's waist.

A night passed by quickly, and at the time of Wuchang, Meng Eqi woke up. Sheng Jiayan's sleeping face was close at hand. She stared at him for a while, and then gently kissed him on his forehead. After doing such an action, Meng Eqiu was struck by lightning.

What did she do! ? Why coveted the beauty of His Majesty the King! ?

Meng Eqi was a little flustered, and wanted to sit up with her clothes together, but somehow she moved, but found that she didn't know when she was entangled with a red thread, and the other end was tied to Sheng Jiayan's wrist. I don't know who was tying the rope, and no one can cut it without scissors.

"..." Who did it! Meng Hao roared inwardly.

She couldn't help but look at Sheng Jiayan, could he tie the knot with one hand? Or after she fell asleep? Meng Wanqi was casually looking at Sheng Jiayan, but this time he saw that Sheng Jiayan's lips were slightly picked up, and Meng Yingyan was sullen and pushed him: "You pretend to sleep!?"

Sheng Jiayan opened his eyes suddenly, with a smile in his eyes, as if a star had fallen in his eyes. He said: "I'm not pretending to sleep, I just woke up soon."

Then he pointed his finger, like a rogue: "Come again."

"What?" Meng Wanqi froze for a moment, and then reacted. He found that he had just kissed him, and he was now shy and angry. But she couldn't escape, she simply stuffed herself under the quilt.

Sheng Jiayanlang's laughter came, and he kissed Meng Eqi across the quilt.

"lush--"

"What are you doing?" Her voice was muffled.

"This is my birthday, what about your gift?"

Huh? Is this his birthday now? Meng 萋 calculated the heart, as if it were really. She probed her head and found that Sheng Jiayan's face was very close.

"Are you asking me to congratulate me?" Meng Hao said: "I'm poor now and I have nothing. Even if I want to... I will give it to you later."

"No," Sheng Jiayan moved closer and closer: "Some things can be given now."

"What..." Meng Eqi had a bad hunch.

"Turn your back and lie on your side."

When Meng Hao was still, Sheng Jiayan reached out and moved her.

Finally, Sheng Jiayan hugged her from behind, and Meng Eqi's back pressed against his chest.

With a contented sigh, Meng Eqian looked confused.

Is this enough?

Sheng Jiayan's low-pitched voice came: "Are you going?"

Meng Xuqi thought about it, didn't he just hold him for a while? At best, be more intimate, then there is nothing unwilling. Then he said: "You are willing to hug... just hug, but you have to hurry up, don't you want to hold a birthday feast today?"

"Um—" he answered.

Meng Yuqi thought that he would just hug him for a while, where she knew it was too simple. After thinking for a while, she suddenly felt that Sheng Jiayan's hand had burst into her clothes. Sheng Jiayan's fingertips were slightly cool, and the place he touched all picked up the slight shudder of Meng Eqi.

Sheng Jiayan's hand finally came to a jade rabbit in front of Meng Eqiu's chest. He extended his finger and tapped the red beans on the jade rabbit. Meng Eyan was really trembling. She suddenly grabbed Sheng Jiayan's hand: " what are you doing!?"

Sheng Jiayan had a somewhat innocent voice: "You gave it."

His fingertips are flexible, and Meng Eqi can not hide. Let him knead and squash, Jiao's red beans were stimulated and slowly swelled. Meng Wanqi bit his lower lip, the redness of his cheeks spread to his neck, and he whispered in a low voice: "You are shameless! Rascal!"

Sheng Jiayan laughed: "However you are happy."

The movements on his fingertips were quite provocative, and Meng Eqi even felt that they were close to him. Sheng Jiayan's special signs were quietly changing, against her groin.

Meng Wanqi struggled, and took advantage of him to stop his movements. Sheng Jiayan simply took her two hands and rubbed her freely with the other hand.

He had fun playing, and when he finally let go, the two pink grapes on his chest were uncomfortable.

Tears came from Meng's eyes and scolded Sheng Jiayan for being mean.

The latter kissed her tears down and felt quite pity: "I have endured this for so long, only to ask for such a little sweetness."

Then he sat up and gave two high-fives, and a maiden came out holding the toiletries.

Meng Haoqi retracted into the quilt, facing inward, facing away from the group of low-eyed maids.

"Where the clothes are, go out." Sheng Jiayan commanded, and the maidservants retreated again.

Meng Yuqi was ashamed to turn around, and there was a stunned movement behind him. Looking back again, Sheng Jiayan had finished wearing. Today, Na Nayun leads Zhu Zi to the big cloak, and the golden crown is tied to the top of the hair.

It didn't look like the dark clouds when Meng Haoqi first saw him in Hou Mansion.

"Do you want me to help you, or do you come by yourself?" he asked with a smile.

Meng Haoqi sat up violently, rubbing silk satin bedding on her chest between the movements, still feeling weird, she dared not to say, "Call two maidservants to come in and help me."

Sheng Jiayan stepped forward and pinched Meng Qiqi's jaw, and fell into a lingering kiss despite her opposition.

Then he slightly adjusted his shirt: "Don't talk about it today, and continue to pretend to be Li Cailuan. I will find a way out later."

Only, he went out to cook first to give him a birthday present to his guests.

After he left, Meng Qiqi lifted the quilt and glanced at his breast quietly, then lay on the couch in tears.

It's terrible, she and Her Majesty are really unclear and unclear.