Chapter 211

Zhao Wanxi wants to sleep with her eyes closed, but she can't bear to, because the beautiful man in front of her is too handsome. If she closes her eyes, he will disappear.

"How handsome! If it's my man How nice! I sleep in my arms every day... "

She suddenly silly drunk laugh out a voice, but embarrassed hand cover face, smile more unbridled.

Her words, let the black line between the man's forehead slowly spread out, Leng Jun Ao raised his hand to pull away her catkin, slowly close to her small face: "as long as you like, now you can also sleep every day."

As soon as Zhao Wanxi's eyes brightened, she was still confused: "really?"

"Really

He sleeps next to her and hugs her. The deep ink pupil swims around her delicate facial features, and finally falls on the rose like soft lip and kisses her deeply.

The drunken woman let out a low hum, but she didn't listen. She wrapped her arms around him like an octopus. Her black eyelashes flickered and she fell asleep with satisfaction.

Damn it!

But climbing up to her house, the temperature of his body suddenly rises, and he is not responsible for it.

Leng Jun Ao frowned unhappily, and his breathing became not smooth.

Look at her sweet sleep, but the man was tortured by her fast collapse! damn! damn! damn!

Leng junao just held her in his arms. He didn't dare to move. The woman in his arms was sleeping soundly, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

After holding her like this for a long time, the soft woman in her arms finally had a reaction. Zhao Wanxi only felt thirsty, and her lips opened slightly: "water -"

without hesitation, the man gently released her, got out of bed and poured a glass of water in front of her.

Instinctively, she picked up her glass and gulped a few drinks. Zhao Wanxi woke up a little and said softly, "thank you!"

She thought it was the maid who stayed to take care of herself!

"This is not what I want to hear."

The mellow and pleasant familiar voice comes to our ears, and Zhao Wanxi's body is a soul stirring. Apricot eyes are wide open and fixed. The man lying on the bed with her big eyes staring at her is not the seventh prince, and who is it?

"Leng junao, what are you doing here?"

The man looked at her and said, "I'll pour you water."

Zhao Wanxi suddenly glared at him and asked, "during the day Why do you pretend you don't know me? "

The man's narrow eyes slightly narrowed, flashed an imperceptible smile, the palm suddenly closed her slender waist, the language pressure was low: "are you angry?"

She stretched out her hand to push him away. The fragrance of her body mixed with the mellow fragrance of fine wine, formed an indescribable charm in the air, which made Leng Jun feel dizzy.

"Who is angry with you? The seventh Prince pretends not to know me and sneaks into my room in the middle of the night. What do you mean? Pure hooliganism? "

Zhao Wanxi's delicate body struggles, and is suddenly firmly controlled by the man's big hand.

Leng junao only felt that the air became thin, and her finger fell lightly on her soft lips. Her voice was dry and dumb: "pretending not to know you, I just want to protect you, stupid woman. Can't you understand such a simple truth?"

The woman's black-and-white eyes were slightly stunned. Before she knew it, Leng junao's thin lips had fallen, from her forehead to the tip of her nose, and finally her red lips