Not bad, not bad, it’s a dream!

No, why do I feel like there are two eyes staring at her closely.

"You shouldn't have been obscene about me in your dream, your cheeks are so red?"

The ambiguous and low voice carries an evil charm that confuses people's hearts.

Ling Mulao's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and he looked at the enlarged image of Junyan in front of him in disbelief.

The big palm with clear joints casually scooped up a handful of water and slowly sprinkled it on Ling Mulao's shoulders. The warm water flowed down the collarbone to the plump chest.

"You...you..."

His mind went blank, and Ling Mulao couldn't say anything except this word.

"You haven't answered me yet. Did you just dream?"

The corners of his lips were raised diagonally, and Nangong Yi smiled as evilly as a demon.

"Nan~" Her red lips were immediately blocked, and she could only mutter in her throat: "Gong~Yi~"

"Partition walls have ears. If you want your ninth brother to break in, just call him."

He stood up slowly, grabbed a towel from the cabinet and threw it over. Ling Mulao grabbed it and wrapped it around his body.

"I said, Prince Yi, don't you have any hands? Can you knock on the door before entering the lady's room next time?"

"I knocked on the door, but you were sleeping like a pig, so I came in on my own, just in time~" Nangong Yi raised his eyebrows with an ambiguous look: "I heard you calling my name."

"I……"

Ling Mulao suddenly stuttered, what he had just dreamed about was indeed... a death-defying rhythm.

"You have bad ears, right? I'm obviously scolding you, how could I be calling you!"

"Oh? Are you sure!"

"Of course, one hundred percent sure, one thousand percent sure!"

"Okay, just think that I heard it wrong!" Nangong Yi replied casually, and then said with a smile: "I've seen it all anyway, I don't care how many more times."

God, Ling Mulao was dumbfounded. Come on, it seems like she is the one who suffered the loss. From Nangong Yi's tone, it sounded like he had suffered a huge loss.

"What do you want from me?" He said coldly.

"Didn't you say you were going to meet Mu Qingye? Put on these clothes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a robe was covered on Ling Mulao's head at lightning speed.

"Aren't these your clothes?"

Ling Mulao pulled off her robe and took a look, then she immediately pouted her red lips and said in disgust.

"Are you going to go to a brothel all dressed up and show off your head?"

Nangong Yi smiled coldly and turned around gracefully.

Ling Mulao frowned in displeasure and didn't know whether he was really going to meet Mu Qingye or going to the fireworks place to fool around.

Men are all lower-body animals. Maybe after meeting a few coquettish women, their legs will become too weak to walk. Any talk of looking for the White Tiger Pearl is all empty talk.

After putting on Nangong Yi's robe, Ling Mulao subconsciously pulled at the collar and sniffed, and found that his body fragrance was still lingering, and it smelled light and nice.

"Why, the smell of this king makes you intoxicated?"

Behind him, Ling Mulao suddenly remembered that bad voice, and was startled suddenly. His cheeks turned red with embarrassment, but he said harshly.

"It's all smelly of sweat, it makes me dizzy!" He walked around the tall figure in front of him and walked out quickly: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Let's go quickly!"

Nangong Yi's lips curled up, a warm smile flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward.

They left the inn one after another, and as soon as they took the horses, they saw Nangong Qi following them out happily.
Chapter completed!