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Chapter 277 The Princess Arrives (71)

Thinking of what he did, Nan Xing's eyes turned red with anger. Who knows how many women he has kissed now, she doesn't want him to touch her at all.

Nan Xing's three words were like ice, cold and harsh, without any emotion, making Tantai Yan's heart bleed...

His eyes were lowered to cover the gloom in his eyes, he backed away slightly, and didn't force her anymore, but he didn't let go of the hand around her waist.

The inside of the car was eerily quiet, Nan Xing was expressionless, but her slightly trembling eyelashes could tell that her heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

After a long while, she turned her head secretly, and Hun Jun seemed to be leaning on it tiredly, the curve of the profile outlined by the light and shadow was particularly beautiful, and her skin was as white as jade, making the red mark even more glaring, which was her merciless face before. The slap and the wound on the lower lip, although the blood didn't continue to bleed now, it was very obvious, and even her mouth seemed to still have his bloody smell.

She obviously didn't have any expression on her face, but for some reason, she felt his depression...

Nan Xing felt depressed, feeling a little distressed for no reason. Did she hit too hard? Her hand moved slightly, and she reached out to touch the wound on his face...

But halfway through the extension, she suddenly came back to her senses, and she couldn't be soft-hearted!This world has already been decided, and I will leave after the plot is over.

That's it, run away from him, anyway, there are so many beauties in his palace, each with its own merits, every day for a month, there is no difference, and she is not bad, she doesn't want to compete with others, she doesn't want to belong to her alone .

The hand that was about to be retracted was grabbed by someone, Nan Xing paused, a big hand with well-articulated joints intertwined her fingers forcibly, and the hand around her waist also tightened again and again, Nan Xing almost stuck to him...

And he was buried between her neck again, Nan Xingxiu frowned slightly, almost out of breath being hugged by him.

"Let me hug..."

Tan Taiyan's voice contained imperceptible tremors, Nan Xing's heart trembled, and his stiff body gradually relaxed.

Maybe it's because I'm too tired today, maybe it's too late, after relaxing for a while, Nan Xing starts to feel drowsy...

When they arrived at the bedroom, Nan Xing had already fallen asleep, Tantai Yan carried her off the carriage, and Fushun Fukang, who was guarding the door, ran over immediately.

After seeing who the person His Majesty was carrying, both of them were startled. What are you doing to take His Majesty into the palace at night? Can't it be tomorrow?
And after seeing His Majesty's face clearly, Fushun even called out: "Your Majesty..."

Who has the guts to injure His Majesty's face?
Before Fushun finished speaking, Tantaiyan gave him a murderous look.

Fukang stepped forward quickly, pushed Fushun behind him, and said in a low voice, "I'll send someone to clean up the side hall right away."

Tantaiyan pretended not to notice Fukang's small movements, and looked down at Nan Xing, who was sleeping soundly, with the corners of his lips slightly curled up, "No need."

Although he had doubts, Fukang thoughtfully did not ask any more questions, but responded respectfully, and then silently followed behind Tantaiyan.

Until Tantai Yan entered the hall, "You guys just watch outside."

"Hey! Fukang, you said Your Majesty is..."

Before Fushun finished speaking, Fukang couldn't bear to knock him hard, "You are the one who talks the most! Don't you want your head?"

I saw His Highness asleep before, and this Fushun was still yelling so loudly, and now he dares to wonder about His Majesty, I really don't know how he stayed by His Majesty's side for so long.

Fushun covered his head and stood aside, he didn't believe that Fukang wasn't curious...

Fukang was indeed curious, but he could only think secretly in his heart, who slapped His Majesty in the face?And His Majesty's lower lip... Why is this injury so ambiguous? Was it the injury he thought it was?

And it was so late, His Majesty took His Highness into the palace, and now carried her into his own palace, what exactly is His Majesty going to do?Could it be that His Majesty is too lonely?If someone else knew...

hiss……

Fortunately, only these servants who serve His Majesty know now, and no one dares to speak out.

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In a daze, Nan Xing only felt trapped in a ball of softness, which was indescribably comfortable, and her slightly frowning brows unknowingly stretched out...

A familiar chuckle came from next to his ear, he was pulled up from the soft bed, his belt was taken off, and his black coat was unbuttoned...

Like someone is taking her clothes off?
Nan Xing struggled to open his eyes, looked at the person in front of him bewilderedly, and tried to regain his senses, "Mr. Hun, what are you going to do?"

Tantaiyan didn't care what she called him, and rubbed her head lightly, obviously she was not fully awake yet, "Hey, take off your clothes before going to sleep."

His voice was gentle, as if to comfort her, he added, "I don't do anything."

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Nan Xing relaxed again, and let him help her take off her clothes and socks with her eyes closed...

After finally lying down again, she felt a burst of damp heat wipe her face again, but she didn't respond.

She frowned until the hot and humid veil penetrated along the hem of her clothes and touched her skin, but she was too sleepy and couldn't open her eyelids, "What are you doing?"

"You're sweating, baby, go to sleep."

Mr. Hun is extraordinarily gentle now, Nan Xing snorted subconsciously, and muttered: "You'd better not..."

Tantai Yan laughed, what do you want?Serving her is not happy anymore. In the whole world, except her, who can enjoy the treatment of being served by the emperor on the sleeping dragon bed...

It's not that there are no maids in his palace, it's just that he doesn't want to give anyone anything about her, even if body rubbing is a different kind of torture for him...

If he hadn't seen her being too tired today, if he hadn't been afraid that he would lose control, he wouldn't have let her go so easily.

The next day.

When Nan Xing was awake, the light shone in through the bed curtain, she could faintly see the couch decorations outside, the bed under her body was extraordinarily soft, and the environment was somewhat familiar, but it was obviously not a mansion or a side hall where she lived...

Her head was still a little dazed just after waking up. When Nan Xing was thinking about where this place was, her arms around her waist were tightened. The person behind her hugged her tightly, and the scorching breath sprayed into her ears. Her voice was a little hoarse, but still Nice to hear, "Are you awake?"

The memory gradually came back, oh, she failed to sneak away last night, was caught in the palace, and was taken advantage of.

Gan!This is the bedroom of the Hunjun, and she sleeps under the dragon bed!

No wonder it's so comfortable...

Thinking about how she had been lustful when she helped Hunjun tidy the bed before, Nan Xing pursed her lips and wanted to cry.

Now there are only the two of them in the inner hall, and it must be getting late, probably because the Emperor Hunjun ordered no one to come in...

It's over, she fell asleep last night, probably everyone in the Hunjun Palace knew that she was sleeping on the Hunjun's bed...

(End of this chapter)