Chapter 653 Former Princess? Your Excellency? (25)

   The back is the wall, and the hands around his waist carry the temperature of that person.

   Fuxing blinked.

  —He has no way out.

   The princess who realized this was not thinking about running away, but subconsciously her body was tense, her fingers and toes were all curled up.

  Yunchu also clearly felt Fuxing's tension.

   The little guy is nervous.

   When he is bullied, he is also very cute when he is nervous.

   Aware of this, Lord Guo Gong raised his lips slightly, pinched Fu Xing's waist deliberately like a prank, and lowered his eyes slightly. Although the hand feel is not so soft, there is an indescribable numb feeling.

   is a little weird.

   But I can't say exactly where the weirdness is.

   But she pinched this, and Fu Xing's body was almost stiff.

  's pretty face was stunned.

  If it is not blocked by the night, you can see the bright red flush on the delicate face of the little princess.

   The wound was on the right shoulder, Yun Chu's body turned to the left, and Fu Xing was fished into his arms.

   "Sleep." Yun Chu lowered his eyes, his long black hair draped over his shoulders.

The tone of    is like coaxing a child.

   Fu Xing raised his head slightly, and saw the other's face clearly through the faint moonlight.

   Covered by black hair, the other party's face looked very petite.

   The skin is very white, and it is a natural cold white skin, which is in sharp contrast with the black hair.

   Fu Xing couldn't help thinking of the words of the servant.

   No desires and no desires, all women all over the world admire.

  No desires… no desires?

   He lowered his eyes, the hands around his waist had already settled down.

The    is neatly placed around the waist, and there is no excessive movement.

   As if the soft flesh on the waist just now was pinched, it was just an illusion...

When    raised his eyes again, Fu Xing found that the other party had fallen asleep.

   Breathing is shallow and even, as if time stood still at this moment.

   Startled a little, Fu Xing's fingertips touched a touch of softness.

  The delicate and smooth fabric is the belt that hangs down from the waist of the other party.

  The princess lowered her eyes and hooked the skirt of her clothes.

   A soft and light mist passed between the fingers, gently lingering between the phalanges.

After    grasped, there was no further progress.

   The tips of the princess' ears were slightly red, and she stared at the darkness in front of her with some insomnia.

  Really...no desire and no desire?

   Then why put him to sleep?

   Fu Xing thought for a while, his eyes raised, and in his sight was the white chin that was exposed by the prince.

  Below the neck is covered by black hair, and you can vaguely see a touch of white.

   After a pause, Fu Xing raised his lapel with his fingers, leaning forward slightly.

   The young princess was on her back, her ink hair was falling, and she was spread on the gorgeous brocade quilt.

   The rosy lips were lightly pursed, and the curled black eyelashes covered the pupils, which were glowing with a faint shredded crystal luster.

   He kissed each other's lips.

   His eyes were closed, only his eyelashes were like two black butterflies fluttering.

  Fu Xing was very nervous, and the heart in his chest was beating uncontrollably.

   It wasn't long ago that he thought he was disgusted by such things.

   But after I actually did it, the result was unexpectedly different.

  Even, very pleasantly surprised.

   Just touching the corners of the lips, as if the whole body's blood was heated.

   In the darkness, the princess's jet-black pupils seemed to have smashed some kind of coquettish shattered light.

   There is a little more surprise and desire in the pure eyes.

   Want more.

   is not enough.

   is not enough.

   is not enough…

   At the moment when reason was like a building that was about to collapse, Fu Xing held down the screaming heart and stopped some terrible thoughts.

   He breathed a sigh of relief, a cold sweat broke out from his back, and he was breathing slightly.

  Fu Xing can't remember the last time he lost control of his mind.

   And the emotion that was so strong that it almost devoured him just now, as if it was about to burn him to the ground, was so unfamiliar and terrifying.

   Two more.

   (ōō) Merry Christmas

  

  

   (end of this chapter)