Jun Yan moved his body.

The current posture of men and women on the upper side made him feel insecure and he struggled slightly to get up.

"Don't move." Feng Huaxian raised his hand and pressed it on Jun Yan's shoulder, preventing him from getting up.

The boy's snow-white and delicate cheeks turned red, and his light silver hair was placed between his eyebrows and eyes. The light of the setting sun shone down, causing a little hazy ambiguity to his crystal-like temperament, "...what do you want to do?"

Fuck you.

Fearing to scare the little prince, Fenghua didn't say it so simply and roughly.

She just supported her head with one hand, stretched out two white and slender fingers, curled up the boy's beautifully curved jaw, and glanced at him with a slanted look.

The blood-red lips curled up a curve that looked like a smile, biting the words, and the ending sound was raised quietly, "Your Highness, are you jealous?"

A very sure tone.

Not even a question.

"..." Of course, it was impossible for the little prince to admit it. He pretended to be calm and denied, "No, don't think about it yourself."

It's like he said that his face is not blushing, his heart is not beating, his breath or gasping.

Don't be shy if you have the ability.

Feng Hua silently glanced at the boy's light silver hair, which had a trace of beautiful and scorching ear tips dyed between his light silver hair, and did not expose him.

I tickled twice in my heart.

Man, your name is right and wrong.

"Is that so? But why do I think you are lying?" She bent her eyebrows and used heavy force in a hypocritical manner the next second: "To be honest, if you don't say it... kiss you."

Think about it, I think this threat may not be heavy enough.

She added:

"Kiss you cry."

"Kiss until you tell the truth."

His Highness the Prince would rather die than surrender.

So, he was kissed fiercely.

Under the sunset, the roses and thorns growing wildly in the courtyard are overwhelmed by people.

In the overwhelmed rose bush, a woman in a silver and black uniform pressed against the boy under her, kissed and bit her lips, and went deeper...

Wet and blurry, erotic.

In the air, the tenderness and ambiguity float slightly with the faint fragrance of roses, and they are slightly intoxicating.

The boy with a crystal-like temperament is as bright as snow, his light silver hair is slightly chaotic, and his bright and charming red spreads from his fair and delicate cheeks to his earlobe, which is even more beautiful than the rouge-like sunset that is knocked over by the beauty in the sky at this moment.

Jun Yan was kissed so hard that his eyes were slightly slight, and he was sobbing or moaning uncomfortable and enduringly, and his body struggled a few times.

It's not enough to cry, but... it's just... it's uncomfortable...

Compared to flirting methods, the little prince is absolutely inferior to Her Majesty the Queen.

He was defeated soon.

"...I said." The young man's slender eyelashes were stained with fine crystal, and the mist seemed to be filled with enchanting mist. His voice was low and slightly hoarse, which showed that he was bullied fiercely, "No, I said."

The pale pink lips became watery and shimmering, slightly spreading, and the soft red tongue appeared and was particularly attractive.

Fenghua's eyes suddenly darkened.

After calming down the intense breath, the boy took a deep breath, as if it was a little difficult to speak: "They all said that you are very unusual about Nan Xun, maybe you are interested in him."

"Do you like Nanxun?"

This is a disguised admission that he is jealous.

Jun Yan thought as if he accepted his fate:

Well, if this is jealous, he is already jealous.
Chapter completed!