Chapter 149

The night was full of tempting fragrance. At the moment when Zhao Wanxi easily got the token, a flower like smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Then she bowed her head, and the smile stagnated at the corner of her mouth.

"Xi'er, you are so beautiful..."

Leng Jun's thin lips outline an intoxicating smile, and her big palm presses down her cerebellar pouch, which makes Zhao Wanxi worse than Zhao Wanxi.

At this moment, Zhao Wanxi clearly felt the smell of danger. The strong aroma of wine escaped into her nose and made her dizzy and slightly drunk.

Her little hand lightly touched the man's chest, pretending to be calm: "the seventh Prince is drunk, let me go."

"Xi'er, I like you! Only I like you

The breath of intoxication is sprayed on Zhao Wanxi's cheek. The man's words are like pouring a pot of wine on her.

Zhao Wanxi is confused and drunk!

Leng Jun's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and her tall figure immediately fell down. Her thin lips, with irresistible magic, easily broke through the defense line and swept her sweet fragrance.

It seems that Zhao Wanxi is really intoxicated. She is infatuated with a man's kiss.

Under Leng junao's wild and domineering attack, her eyes are slightly fumigated, as if drunk and contagious

It's too much to control.

The quiet night outside the window is gradually covered with a beautiful scene, just like spring in the room

Drunk mixed with tiredness, Leng Jun Ao thin lips with satisfaction, holding the beloved woman to sleep.

Zhao Wanxi's limp and feeble nest is in the man's arms. Her whole body is as sore as if she had been run over by a carriage. Her watery eyes have glimpsed the traces left by her joy, and the ebony inlaid gold token falls into her eyes.

She carefully put the man's token under her pillow. At this moment, Zhao Wanxi's mood is very complicated. Tonight's event is really an accident, completely out of her plan.

Leaving the palace is still imperative. Zhao Wanxi knows that she does not belong to the palace, nor does she belong to a man like the seventh prince.

In the dim light of the day, Chao San's deep voice came from outside: "my Lord, it's going to be late to go to court!"

On the bed, Leng Jun Ao wakes up and opens his eyes. The soft fragrance in his arms is real, which makes him drunk in an instant. After touching her soft snow muscle, the warm hand makes her greedy eyes.

Zhao Wanxi is now in a false sleep with her eyes closed. The electric current transmitted by a man's fingertips is invading every capillary of her body, which is as unbearable as ten thousand ants eroding her heart.

If it goes on like this, she is really worried that she will break the gong and be discovered by a man as a little trick of sleeping.

Fortunately, at this time, Chao San's voice came from outside the door again: "are you in the house, sir?"

Last night, Chao San saw the master enter Zhao Wanxi's room. In the morning, Leng junao's bedroom was empty, so he had to find it.

"I see!"

Leng Jun Ao frowned and was disturbed by people from the gentle countryside, which really affected his mood.

The man was still not in a hurry to leave, but covered Zhao Wanxi with a kiss in his ear: "Xi'er, you have a good rest. I'll come to see you after my retreat. I'll give you an explanation."

The blazing breath was in my ears, and Zhao Wanxi's little heart was beating.

She clearly felt that when the man got up to change clothes and finished his robes, it was like a pause. Zhao Wanxi subconsciously pressed the pillow tighter. She knew that the man must have found that the token was missing.

That's right! Leng junao did find that the token was gone, but it was early and late, and he couldn't bear to search on the bed to disturb her dream.