Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient - Chapter 1153

Feng Qian: “…”

How come the current General Qi is so underwhelming?

Feng Qian wondered how much the fragments had taken advantage of when she was in a coma?

Feng Qian grabbed Qi Yin’s hand around her waist, and broke the other’s hand with a straight face.

She turned around and faced Qi Yin.

Originally, I wanted to say seriously: “To take a bath, you must take a serious bath.”

As a result, he was directly attacked by General Qi.

Qi Yin’s ink hair has always been tied by a girdle, but now he has taken off the girdle, and the ink hair like a fine satin is draped down and submerged in the water, like seaweed, a little wrapped around the general’s white as jade shoulders.

He was not wearing a shirt, above the collarbone was above the water surface, and the bottom was submerged in the water, vaguely.

The temperature of the water is not as good as that of a hot spring, and there will be no mist that obscures the sight.

But General Qi’s complexion was extraordinarily fair, which made his lips even more blushing and beautiful. Those dark eyes seemed to be smudged by mist, and they had a hazy beauty.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his beautiful figure was looming.

Every time he was attacked by the beauty of His Highness’s fragments, Feng Qian felt like it was about to end.

She was a little stunned and forgot what she wanted to say.

As a result, Qi Yin stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist, and was pulled back into his arms by the other party.

When he threw himself into Fragment’s arms, this extraordinarily intimate contact made Feng Qian’s face instantly redden.

General Qi’s face was not blushing and his heart was not beating, and his fingertips were placed on the princess’ waist.

His voice was slightly hoarse: “The last commander once heard of Yuanyang Yu.”

Feng Qian expressionlessly listened to Fragment’s speech.

Qi Yin paused, then said, “They said that people who love each other will take a bath together.”

Feng Qian cooperated with a “hmm” sound.

Qi Yin’s lips pursed slightly, he lowered his head, and rubbed his lips against the girl’s neck.

so……

“The last will want to be with the princess.”

Feng Qian: “…!”

She paused.

Nine times out of ten, bathing with mandarin ducks will become the scene of a disaster action.

Feng Qian blinked and retorted: “The general brought me to bathe before, isn’t it considered to have been together?”

When Feng Qian’s words fell, Qi Yin was also slightly silent, and then he said lightly: “That doesn’t count. I did it unilaterally before, and the princess didn’t take the initiative to participate.”

Feng Qian: “…”

She coughed lightly.

No, what are these strange words?

Feng Qian’s head froze, and he raised his eyes and asked him, “Then…how can I be considered an active participant?”

The princess tilted her head slightly, the soaked underclothes pressed against her skin, and the scenery was vague and evoking.

Qi Yin was slightly stiff, his thin lips opened slightly, and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down a few times unconsciously.

He pursed his lips, his eyelashes covered his increasingly dark eyes, and reached out to take Feng Qian into his arms.

Qi Yin raised his hand and pressed Feng Qian’s head, letting the other party lie completely in his arms.

“That’s it. It’s fine if the princess doesn’t move.”

Qi Yin lowered his head, and his voice was particularly hoarse and low.

In this case, Feng Qian did not dare to move.

She was lying on the shard’s arms, and the temperature of the other party’s body was also slightly hot.

Feng Qian grabbed the opponent’s belt, not daring to make any big moves.

After a long time, a little tired.

After fighting with the eyelids up and down, Feng Qian dazedly closed his eyes, and the strength of his fingers grasping the opponent’s belt gradually loosened.

His cheeks were pressed against the other’s chest, sliding down unconsciously.

After taking a few sips of water, Feng Qian woke up immediately, but the soles of his feet slipped and sat down.

Feng Qian: “…!”

At this time, Feng Qian grabbed something out of instinct and subconsciously.

So, she grabbed Qi Yin’s belt.

Caught off guard, Qi Yin didn’t react.