Chapter 356 Song Huai "slap in the face"

Seeing Chen Qianzhao walking towards the figure not far away step by step, Xie Ming's heart had never been as relaxed and calm as this moment.

It was like a stone that had been pressed in my heart for many years, and at this moment, I finally let it go quietly.

He was still sulking, but Chen Qianzhao still stepped up unconsciously and walked quickly to Song Huai's sight.

She raised her head slightly and went to see Song Huai. Seeing his indifferent expression as always, she wanted to say something, but suddenly she choked in her throat and couldn't say a word.

She raised her hand and gently pulled Song Huai's sleeve, her tone was a little stubborn and helpless, "If you don't want to say anything, then I'll leave."

But just as Shen Qianzhao turned around and was about to leave, Song Huai suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen Qianzhao's hand.

The thin lips of the scintillation were pursed tightly, and the dull eyes fell tightly on the face of the girl in front of her.

After a while, he only said one sentence, "...sorry."

Chen Qianzhao suddenly thought that he had the heart of a knife man.

If I hadn't known that Song Huai was like this, I wouldn't have connected the expression on his face with what he thought in his heart.

Otherwise, she would just pat him on the ground with her backhand and beat him up a few times, letting him blow the cold wind here to see if he could wake him up after a night.

Just as Shen Qianzhao gritted his teeth and was almost blurted out his words of cursing, Song Huai suddenly pulled Chen Qianzhao away.

Chen Qianzhao was forced to follow his steps, and his hands were pulled tightly by him, and he pulled them all the way to the vicinity of Chen Qianzhao's tent.

At this time, there was no one around.

Chen Qianzhao was worried that someone would be caught, so he took the opportunity to pull him into his tent with the hand that Song Huai was holding.

The tent was pitch black and I couldn't see my five fingers.

Chen Qianzhao could clearly feel a hot gaze, staring at him, his cheeks couldn't help but feel a little hot.

She pulled Song Huai's hand and lowered her voice, "If you have anything to say, hurry up."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was pulled into a generous and warm embrace by a pulling force, and the other party tightly locked her in his arms.

As if she was afraid of her struggle.

Chen Qianzhao's cheek was pressed against his chest through his clothes, and he could clearly hear the loud and sturdy sound, gradually accelerating his heartbeat, and there was no pattern at all.

Time seemed to have stopped quietly at this moment, leaving only two people in the dark night.

Even my breathing was in this darkness, and it looked so hot and clear.

Song Huai could feel that the little girl in her arms was breathing a little rapid and flustered, but even he himself was not much better.

The night covered everything, and there was no chance for anyone to escape.

All senses except vision seem to be infinitely enlarged.

Chen Qianzhao's emotions were slowly soothed in this silent embrace.

I don’t know how long it took, Song Huai’s lips moved, and his voice slowly spoke from his lips and teeth, “There won’t be a next time.”

Chen Qianzhao blinked and suddenly wanted to know what Song Huai's expression looked like now.

In the darkness, she pulled Song Huai and groped and sat down, finally lit a candle, followed by a dim flame. She saw the face and the deep eyes, as if she was about to carve herself into it.

Chen Qianzhao suddenly felt much more happy and curled his lips, "Really?"

Song Huai met Chen Qianzhao's gaze and nodded seriously, solemnly and piously.

In Shen Qianzhao's eyes, it was very contrasting to what he did on weekdays. At this moment, he was extremely well-behaved and cute.

She couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Seeing that Chen Qianzhao didn't say anything, Song Huai's heart was beating nervously. He just let go of his hand because of lighting the candlestick. Now he held the white and soft little hand again, "Really."

"Even if you are caught by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince now, I will not let go."

Since he had no way out, he wanted to face it, but he didn't want to just escape.

Chen Qianzhao's heart thundered, and Song Huai's serious expression could not be fake.

She felt a hint of sweetness and satisfaction in her heart.

Chen Qianzhao slowly passed through Song Huai's pubic muscles with his other hand, gently hugged him, resting his head on his shoulder, leaning against him, and leaning against the corner of his mouth, "Then you have to keep your word."

A wide hand with a hint of warmth fell on her head and rubbed it.

"Um."

The smile on Chen Qianzhao's face was almost rippling, and he hugged Song Huai's hand even tighter.

Her heart moved slightly, and she quietly raised her little face, looking at Song Huai with a hint of "expectation". The meaning in her eyes was self-evident.

Song Huaiben's heart, which was a little calming, suddenly began to beat violently again and his rationality collapsed.

His hand suddenly grabbed the back of Chen Qianzhao's head and printed his lips on the softness.

He was unconsciously greedy and tempted him, until he finally pried open the city gate.

Chen Qianzhao's cheeks were hot, with a little blush and red.

His eyes were a little confused.

Chen Qianzhao was weakly soft in his arms, forced to tilt his head to cater to this enthusiasm.

The fire swayed, and two figures were projected on the ground, which was hard to part with.

Eyebrow tips, corners, lips...

Song Huai hugged Chen Qianzhao tightly, like a rare treasure, and his life was heavier than him.

Her hot lips finally fell between her fair neck.

Chen Qianzhao's head was dizzy, and he felt that his whole body seemed to be overwhelmed by this enthusiasm and was almost unable to breathe.

The hand that had originally landed on her head moved to her waist at some point.

The light and heavy crushing is like a ball of fire.

Wherever you go, the city is lost.

Song Huai's heart has never been as clear as this moment, and he is rational, yet crazy.

Only he knew the apology he had just said, was apologizing for not leaving any way out for her.

He wanted the little girl in front of him, wanted to carve her into his bones, wanted to marry her, and wanted to give her everything she could, and wanted to fight for her if she couldn't give.

As early as when he accepted the veil, he had become the minister under her skirt, and so he was so happy.

Song Huai was fascinated by the heart.

Chen Qianzhao's hand pressed against Song Huai's chest and began to push and stop him weakly, breathing a large area of ​​air.

At this moment, a cold sound rang out...

"Zhaozhao, haven't you been asleep yet?"

It's Chen Qianmu.

My heart skipped a beat.

The hot atmosphere was suddenly reduced to freezing point by this sound.

It was still hard to part with just now, as if they were about to separate the two men, who were about to separate the top and bottom, quickly separated.

Chen Qianzhao blushed his cheeks and raised his hand to pat his hot little face. As soon as he looked up, he wanted to glare at Song Huai, he saw that he had been hiding behind the high shelf of the clothes hanging on him at some point. His "tough" behavior seemed like a thief.

Chen Qianzhao: "..."

Just now, the words that Song Huai swears that even if His Royal Highness encounters him now, he will not let go, as if he is blown away by the cold wind tonight, and there is no trace of it left in this tent.
Chapter completed!