Chapter 898

"Sweet, sweet?" After a long kiss, Zhong Minge was back to her senses for a long time, and her face was so red that she couldn't look like it.

"It's sweet, it's going to melt," said Liao Chongwu in a hoarse voice. His eyes wandered freely on most of his exposed shoulders. After all, he had to stretch out his hand to pull his clothes, and said in a hoarse voice, "wear them, don't be cold."

"No need to wear "It's so neat," said Zhong Minge, blushing. When she said this, her thick lashes trembled. "I'm going to sleep soon anyway."

Speaking of this, Zhong Minge's white and slender fingers gently climbed up the man's Bronze arm and held it gently for a while. What's the meaning, needless to say, both of them are clear.

Liao Chongwu only felt suffocated for a while. Before he was crazy about Hu Tianhu Di's coming, he was so busy that he took the bowl and spoon from Zhong Minge's hand, and then took the PA to wipe Zhong Minge's hair. At the same time, he said softly, "not tonight. It's late. Go to bed earlier."

"But But last night you said no, "Zhong Minge was a little angry, muttering to Liao Chongwu and deliberately provoking him with words," is it me or you? "

"Why can't you feed like that? Didn't you cry the night before and say I won't touch it again? " Liao Chongwu was dumbfounded and kissed Zhong Minge's mumbling mouth. He said in a soft voice, "we will go on the road in the morning tomorrow, and we will take a coach for a whole day. When you do, your back will be sore. Tonight, you should have a good rest. Be obedient."

"I see. Anyway, you are right." Rao is still dissatisfied with his mouth, but Zhong Minge is honest. He lies on Liao Chongwu's lap, and Liao Chongwu wipes his hair. Looking at the yellow candle fire on the small table, he suddenly sighs, "Liao Chongwu, we have known each other for 14 years."

"Yes, it's been 14 years," said Liao Chongwu with great emotion, brushing Zhong Minge's hair gently and whispering, "in the past 14 years, I've watched you from the weakest second prince to the most beloved prince of the long live master. I've watched you get married and become a family, and be honored as the prince of Hui..."

"Look at me too, and I'm rejected by my father and turned out of the capital," said Zhong Minge, looking up at Liao Chongwu. "I used to be most afraid of being rejected by my father and emperor, because no prince or son who was rejected by his father and emperor has a good ending, either in a different body or in a lifetime of confinement. You see, the abandoned Prince is a living example, and he has a good life, and even returned to Beijing The day of division. "

"And now? Are you still afraid of being rejected by the emperor? " Liao Chongwu asked, holding his face.

"I was afraid at first. When I came out of the Royal study that day, I couldn't walk. I don't remember how I got on the carriage." Zhong Minge looked at him, too, with clear eyes. "But later, when I saw you, I wasn't afraid," said Zhong Minge, reaching out and gently stroking Liao Chongwu's thin and resolute face, with a light side Light way, "really Liao Chongwu, as soon as I see you, I will be down-to-earth, not afraid of anything."

"I know," Liao Chongwu's heart was melted by the bright eyes. He bent down to kiss the eyes for a long time, then he straightened up, but Zhong Minge tied his neck. Then they kissed again. "Minge, Minge, I'm here, here..."

Zhong ming'e tightly bound the man until his mouth was numb, so he was willing to let go of Liao Chongwu. As soon as his wet eyes came to Liao Chongwu's red and swollen lips, he couldn't help laughing: "ha ha! Liao Chongwu! Liao Chongwu! Why are you so stupid? Ha ha! "