The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Murong Ci was so angry that his whole body trembled, he actually kissed him!

Isn't it acting? Is it necessary to act so real?

Murong Yu leaned on her, his lips and tongue slid, and the delicate skin immediately turned into an ambiguous thin red.

It was just pretending to be a taste, but the taste was so wonderful, the blood burst at the moment of the touch, like a galloping horse, making him want to stop.

She pushed him hard, scolded him so many times in her heart, **** bastard bastard...

"Don't be distracted."

The voice was almost inaudible.

She immediately became coquettish as water, cooperating with his actions and let out a blushing moan.

Shameful!

She was almost ashamed to death!

With a creak, the door of the inner room was pushed open.

Two men in black walked in silently, the moonlight was clear today, and the bed mats under the wooden windows were frosty.

In the cold and frosty white, the thin coarse cloth was undulating by the mountains, and its shape was beautiful, which drew people's imagination.

The messy clothes on the ground are tangled together, like the passionate lingering of the men and women on the bed.

The man kissed the woman passionately, panting heavily, unaware that anyone came in. The woman under him showed only one head, but the light was dim, and the features of her face were not clearly visible.

The man in black glanced at each other and snickered with a deep understanding.

Really fragrant!

They all felt hot.

One of them walked over and picked up a corner of the thin coarse quilt with a long sword.

The silver light flashed, and it was very cold.

The man noticed the strangeness, turned his head and saw two men in black standing in the room impressively, shouting in shock and panic: "You...Who are you?"

Seeing that long sword is close at hand, he could kill them at any time, he became even more frightened, "What do you want to do?"

And the woman under him turned to the inside shyly and fearfully, her outer fragrant shoulders slightly lifted, revealing a touch of white that is more radiant than the moonlight.

The two men in black looked at each other again and made eye contact: they were naked, they were just a couple in the house.

Thinking of the master's strict order, the man in black dared not delay, immediately turned around and went to other houses to find someone.

Murongci breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pushed him hard, "Can't go down yet?"

This torture comparable to the strongest torture finally passed.

"Shhh..."

Murong Yu's pupils flickered, and there was a sense of awe-inspiring glow.

Sure enough, there was no footsteps of people in black leaving outside.

"Lady, take care of your husband." He said in a low voice, his voice begging for happiness was dull and charming.

"Msang-gong, they are already very tired." She had no choice but to respond delicately, soft and soft.

His right hand touched his side waist and pinched fiercely.

She smiled and coquettishly said: "Msang-gong, am I serving well?"

"what……"

He growled low, although a little exaggerated, it resembled the sound that he could not restrain from climbing a certain peak. Moreover, he continued to speak vividly.

Murongci listened to his realistic sound of bed calls, and couldn't help laughing while disgusting, and couldn't help anymore.

The two people in black outside heard this, no longer doubted, and left quickly.

"gone."

She patted him on the shoulder, but she couldn't help being stunned when she saw him staring at her deeply.

His dark pupils were filled with frosty white moonlight, and his warm scent of water filled the summer night into a mist. His tall body surrounded her like a mountain, and was deeply entangled with her... …

At this moment, she seemed to have lost her ability to speak, she seemed to be sucked in by his eyes, and she fell into perish in the abyss.

Murong Yu kissed her abruptly. At first, she was gentle as a breeze, but soon it was invaded like a storm, swept over her, ups and downs in the huge waves.

Without any barriers, without any obstacles, all he saw were soft and smooth jade, which brought him unspeakable touch and ecstasy. Although she had never taken her deeply, it was far more real and amazing than the shock that the cold and charming woman gave him that time.

A hundred times real, a thousand times astonishing!

I just want to taste it, I just don’t want to lose this wonderful opportunity. I just want to make his mark on her body and heart, but he overestimates his restraint power-he doesn’t want to restrain himself, without any flawed ups and downs. Gracefulness in his palm is like a beautiful and beautiful Qionghua blooming silently.

The breath is entangled, and the body temperature rises sharply.

There is no wind in the summer night, and the sweat is dripping.

Murong Yu savoured the spring blossoms in a posture of worship, and wanted each other's souls to get closer and blend unimpeded. And she softened into a stream of spring water, letting it be picked, her red lips opened slightly, a deadly experience that she had never had in eighteen years, and the surging spring tide was more violent than the entanglement in the nightmare a few months ago. People unforgettable, taste love and hatred.

Ruyu's skin is thin and soft, the moonlight flowing on it is bright and clear, and a deep red snow lotus suddenly blooms in the snowy field. The demon red is so charming, and it instantly amazes the beauty of his life.

The sudden tingling made her arch up involuntarily and made her sober.

When the soul returned, Murongci felt his limbs regained strength, and pushed him away coldly, "Enough!"

Murong Yu looked at her obsessively, his eyes filled with thoughts and still not enough.

The crimson thin lips are weird in color, his deep eyes narrowed gently, and he slowly bowed his head...

She was about to swear, but he fell on top of her, his head tilted to one side, like death.

"Murong Yu! Murong Yu..."

She patted him on the shoulder and yelled a few times, but he did not respond.

By the way, he was injured and poisoned!

She tried to move him aside, but he was too heavy to move at all.

After trying several times, and with all the effort, she lifted half of his body and moved out from under him.

His face was pale, his lips were deep red and black, and a lot of blood oozes from the wound on his left arm. It must have been caused by that violent action just now. The poison gas must have begun to attack his heart. What should I do?

If you go out at this time, you will bump into the people in black if you are not careful. Isn't that a waste of all previous efforts?

If he stayed here and returned to the palace tomorrow morning, he might have been poisoned to death.

For a while, Murongci, who was dressed in robe, couldn't make a choice, and was very confused.

"Murong Yu... wake up... Murong Yu..."

She patted his cheek, maybe let him decide his life and death better, after all, he wouldn't make fun of his life.

At this moment, she never thought that this was the best time to kill him.

In just a few months, the hatred and killing intent ingrained in her mind gradually faded and disappeared.

Instead, she was concerned and worried. Yes, she was worried that he would die of poison and would never open his eyes again.

She also didn't realize the change in her mentality, and was completely influenced by panic, only caring about his life and death.

Murong Yu slowly opened his eyes, but seemed extremely tired, his eyes half-squinted.

"You're awake, great." Murong's frowned brows stretched out, almost crying with joy.

"Silly girl." He raised his hand to touch her little hand, "Help me up."

She helped him up, "You are poisoned, what should I do? Are you going back to the palace now?"

He said gently: "Can't go back yet."

"Then what if you become poisoned...? Are you really dying?" She frowned in surprise.

"Don't you want my life?" Murong Yu slowly rubbed her soft cheeks, her thick long eyelashes flickered weakly, "Tonight is when I am weakest, if you don't do anything, you will miss the best opportunity. ."

She looked at him in a daze, yeah, why didn't she expect this?

Is there a better opportunity than now?

He grabbed her little hand and placed it on his chest, "If you want my life, take it."

She was dumbfounded, the opportunity she dreamed of came, and it was in her hands, what was she waiting for?

Murongci, what are you still hesitating?

The man in front of you is your greatest enemy in this life, a confidant that you must get rid of, the traitor you have hated for a few years, and the man who robbed you of your innocence. The best thing you should do now is to kill him with one palm!

However, she felt that her hands were heavy and could not move, and her heart seemed to be pressed by the mountains, and she was about to suffocate.

Her bright eyes were intertwined with all kinds of complex emotions in the dimness, changing several times, the most emotional.

Suddenly, Murong Yu stretched out his arms and held her in his arms, with a warm voice: "Silly girl, this is not what it used to be. You and I can't be enemies. Maybe you can try to get close to me, understand me, like me, and fall in love with me. ..."

Murongci suddenly broke free, withdrew and left, regaining his usual coldness and estrangement, "You remember, this palace is the prince!"

How can you get lost in love? How can you be confused by his sweet words? How can you talk about love with the enemy?

It's ridiculous!

She only hates and can't do it!

"My king is tired, I want to lie down and rest."

After that, Murong Yu lay sideways, her snow face gathered in the darkness.

She stared at him, her right hand slowly clenched-now, she can still kill him, she can do it.

The moonlight is quiet, his bare shoulders are straight and delicate, his collarbone is delicate and full of strength of a general, like a cold jade circling quietly in the moon.

Looking at him for a moment, Murong Ci never made a move, motionless like a clay sculpture and wood carving.

After tossing in the middle of the night, she was also a little tired, sitting on the wooden bench, lying on the edge of the bed, and gradually fell asleep.

A big hand suddenly stretched out and clicked her sleeping hole.

After that, Murong Yu took her to the bed and hugged her to sleep.

"I know, you can't do it. In your heart, there is my little place. One day, I will occupy your whole heart."

The soft and dumb voice was so charming and charming in the dark and silent summer night.

When he was awake, Murongci felt a little heavy on his body, but a little soft beneath him.

The fingers moved, and the tentacles were warm and soft.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw that familiar Xueyan was close at hand, and she was lying almost half of her body on him with his arm as a pillow. He was lying on his back, with his right arm around her, bright and dazzling sunlight came in from the wooden window, splashing all over his body, his jade-white skin was thin and transparent, and his light gleamed.

She bounced up and saw that his thin lips had turned dark purple, and said anxiously: "Murong Yu, wake up... Murong Yu..."

After making several calls, Murong Yu lazily opened his eyes.

Seeing her eyes gleaming with water, his heart moved, "Being the king dead?"