Such a phoenix is ​​so in a romance, the white jade body reflects the curtains of the room, the beautiful voice of the boudoir is beautiful, and the quiet stands in front of the bed a few steps away, and sees it very clearly.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew open the gauze tent, and he saw the dream of enjoying the fragrance and sweating profusely in Feng Qiwu's chest.

At that time, she turned her face and looked at him. There was a hint of blush after the tide of love on her cheeks, her thin lips moved, her beautiful eyes were graceful, and her glassy color was as charming as a blooming poppy.

Youjiu was stunned. It was definitely not the Youmeng he used to. It was just a charming, debauchery and lustful slut. She was not Youmeng! Who is she?

The tighter his eyebrows frowned, the more consciousness he would gather, and he would break through the limit and wake up.

It turned out to be just a dream...

Youji was in a very upset mood. For some reason, he had such an absurd and strange dream. It must have been the scene during the day that left a shadow on him, causing him to close his eyes as if he could see Feng Qiwu walking around in bed with Youmeng in bed, turning around and turning.

He felt a little dry and called out, "Come here, bring water."

Du Juan, the palace maid who was attending the night, heard the sound, immediately walked away with a plate of cups, knelt under the couch, lowered her head to present. Youji lifted the curtain, took the tea and drank it all, and then put it back and wiped her forehead with the silk towel next to the tea cup.

Du Juan carefully peeked at him, wondering why he had sweated so much?

Perhaps the dream just now had spring, Youji rushed to the point where he was hot and restless. He looked sideways and saw the palace maid kneeling on the ground to serve him casually, and asked casually: "What's your name?"

She lowered her eyebrows and said: "Go back to Your Highness, I'm a servant, Du Juan."

Seeing that she was indeed bright and white, Youji nodded and said, "The azaleas are bright and bright, and they are very good for you."

When she heard this, she felt a little sweetly in her heart: "Thank you, Your Highness, I will go to sleep again?"

"No, I'm going out for a walk."

After saying that, Youji put on his shoes and stayed in bed. Du Juan was shocked: "Where is Your Highness going?"

"I feel very upset, go out to enjoy the moon." The voice was left, and others had already left the house.

Du Juan felt so angry that she saw him looking at him a few more times, talking to her, and praising her. She originally thought...

She looked depressed, and the prince's nature was really hard to understand.

◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇

Sitting on the clouds, the breeze blows, making people confused.

Feng Qiwu walked between Youmeng's neck and collarbone with a gentle and wet kiss. His hands were holding her side face, but he also slid down, passing through her neck and shoulders, and reaching her half-open chest. But she woke up at this time-

"No!" She pushed him away in panic like crazy, "Don't touch me!"

Although it was a bit disappointing, Feng Qiwu was still elegant and he smiled at her caringly: "But your reaction just now just proves that you are no longer so repulsive to me. As I said, you have changed your view of me."

"Put your deceptive words!" Youmeng glanced at him coldly, "I don't need to use it to please my aunt."

He felt a strange coquettishness when he said that, and he smirked with a deep eyes: "I can understand that this is your jealousy?"

She sneered: "How could I be jealous of a promiscuous, frivolous and slutty person!"

He smiled without saying a word, so free and composed.

Looking at him with shame, Youmeng had to admit that Feng Qiwu was an absolute master of love, able to touch a woman's soul in a small amount.

She almost lost control and fell into the trap of his tenderness...
Chapter completed!