Xiaozhuang refused, held Qian'er's hand in person, and walked back with her.

Qian'er looked at his hands and his heart was no longer cramping, uneasy, shyness, but steady tranquility and warm tenderness.

After walking a few steps, Xiaozhuang suddenly paused and let out a hiss.

Qian'er's heart suddenly raised and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Yes."

Xiaozhuang raised his hand and touched his lips, "When did his mouth break? It hurts a lot."

Qian'er: "..."

She thought of herself doing artificial respiration for him five times in a row.

Maybe it was because of the time when I was too panic and anxious that I used too much force and bit his lips.

Qian'er's face seemed to be burned by fire in an instant.

Fortunately, at night, no one could see her expression clearly.

Xiaozhuang was still talking to himself: "For some reason, I feel a little sweet in my mouth. Could it be that I have drunk a lot of lake water?"

Qian'er muttered: "The lake water is not sweet."

"What did you say?" Xiaozhuang looked back at her.

"Maybe you are hungry, so you have an illusion." Qian'er quickly responded perfunctorily.

"Is that true?" Xiaozhuang leaned towards her, "Princess, when I was unconscious just now, I seemed to have a dream."

"What, what?" Qian'er turned her head uneasy.

"I dreamed that I actually kissed the princess." Xiaozhuang whispered, "When I woke up, my mouth was not only painful, but also sweet. Is this the feeling of a light kiss?"

Qian'er said: "You ask me what you are doing, you dream by yourself, how do I know what you feel?"

"I want to ask the princess what it feels like to kiss."

"Don't you know, you're such a big person?" Qian'er knew that when she was in Kyoto, Xiaozhuang was still very popular because of her good appearance and high status.

Besides, he is a man, in his twenties, and always has that demand.

With the virtues of the men of the Great Zhou Dynasty, such a powerful single man who had no marriage and concubines would not go to the brothels to find women, it was hard to believe.

"Where do I know?" Xiaozhuang smiled, "I have never kissed any girls."

Qian'er hummed slightly and ignored him.

Xiaozhuang seemed to see what she was thinking and smiled and said, "Princess, I have always been clean."

Qian'er: "What does this have to do with me?"

She didn't let him lead him anymore and walked forward quickly.

Xiaozhuang said at the back: "Well... it's not only sweet, but also soft."

Qian'er: "..."

...

Qian'er and Xiaozhuang quickly escaped from danger and were saved safely.

Qian'er was unscathed, and Xiaozhuang only had some scratches.

But the waiter was not so lucky.

When Zhaohui realized that the house was really floating up, she was shocked and made a magical reaction.

She took off her wet jacket and tried to put it on for the waiter.

The waiter glanced at her.

Zhaohui's explanation was: "The house will definitely fall apart later. It's not fun to hit the body."

"Where are you?" the waiter asked.

"I... Of course I don't want to be touched by the fire." Zhaohui gritted her teeth, bent down and hugged the waiter, covering herself with him with her with her soaked jacket.

The waiter said: "...You woman is really a fight."

He did not object either.

After the house swayed for a moment, it fell straight down.

With the loud bang in my ears, the house split in an instant, and they fell into the cold lake water at night, and their mouths and noses were instantly filled.

The waiter can't help but do it.
Chapter completed!