Yan fan.
His snow-white heart and sleeves were pitifully held by the girl. Shen Wanqing looked up. "You just promised me a kiss, but you haven't given it to me! Kiss me quickly, or I'll die ~ ~"
Yan fan's long eyelashes drooped gently. He looked at the girl Wei qubaba's expression and suddenly remembered that the queen had just fought against him.
Yan fan's eyes darkened inadvertently. He looked at the girl who pursed his mouth and came close to kiss. He stretched out his hand to hold her cheek. His eyes narrowed slightly and opened coldly, "no kiss."
With that, Yan fan loosened his hand, and his fingertips calmly sorted out the slightly wrinkled snow-white monk's clothes.
Shen Wanqing looked at the young man with a cold look. He couldn't believe it. "You turned me down!!!"
Yan fan lazily raised his eyebrows, "can't you? Or does your highness intend to force Yan fan?"
Shen Wanqing: "
She was surprised. "What's the matter with you?"
Shen Wanqing leaned over and touched the young man's cheek, "is it possible that he was changed? Whose face changing skill is so good? Can Yan fan's beautiful face be fabricated?"
Listening to Shen Wanqing's exclamation, Yan fan couldn't cry or laugh. He stretched out his hand and waved the claw that kneaded his cheek, "don't take advantage of the little monk!"
Looking at the young people who are not allowed to touch and not allowed to kiss, Shen Wanqing's eyes are full of disbelief.
Just go out for a little while, and her obedience will disappear!?
"You were not like this yesterday! The poor little girl who cried like a tearful person!!" Shen Wanqing complained and looked at Yan fan.
The evil demon monk carelessly gathered his snow-white sleeves. He answered perfunctorily, "that's not a monk. Your highness is wrong!"
"You still call me your highness! Yan fan, you've turned the sky, haven't you? Change it back quickly!"
Yan fan looked at the girl who was mad at him. His narrow peach eyes narrowed slightly. The young man suddenly reached out and pinched the girl's cheeks. The girl's mouth tooted like a little puffer fish.
He looked at her quietly with long eyelashes and dark blue pupils, "Qingqing, I hope you understand that this is the real me. I'm just an unknown and naughty monk in fanyin temple, who doesn't work hard, doesn't eat fast and chant Buddhism, and only has an empty skin bag. Are you sure you want to accept me?"
The girl's cheeks were pinched by him and her mouth was purring, "uh... Can... Can... I just... Just like you... Your... Beauty... What to do... Other I... I don't want anything... Just you..."
The girl's light crimson mouth tooted and her speech was vague, but she was very cute.
Yan fan looked at the girl and narrowed his eyes slightly. His handsome and evil face was a little careless. He rubbed the girl's cheek with his fingertips and approached the dangerous and ambiguous whisper, "is the empress important or the little monk important?"
"Ah?"
Shen Wanqing was stunned. He didn't understand why Yan fan compared him with the empress.
"Hmm?" Yan fan's eyes narrowed slightly and his tone was gradually dangerous. "Is it difficult to answer?"
"No, no, no... it's not difficult... It's not difficult to answer..." she tooted her mouth, but her eyes were firm. "Of course... Of course... It's the most important thing for you..."
Yan fan raised his eyes with satisfaction, "very good! Give you a reward."
His lips were thin, cool and soft. He rubbed them gently and bit them.
Shen Wanqing opened his eyes mistily and looked at the people in front of him. The snow-white monk's clothes were solemn and holy, but the peach blossom eyes were charming and evil, lined with the bright cinnabar moleââ
It's terrible.