Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 166 Disaster for the Nation Demon Fairy (46)

Jiang Wan went to the backyard of Lanyue Xiaozhu.

As soon as he stepped into the yard, he saw Fu Zhan sitting upright, fiddling with a brush washer.

This emperor is also very interesting. Not only does he have a lot of desires, but he also likes painting more and more recently.

I can draw everything, but I still draw more of her.

All kinds of poses and movements. After finishing the painting, he showed it in front of her face, asking himself if he painted it vividly enough.

Jiang Wan still remembered that day on the couch, he was shaking her while showing her the paintings on the low table, and asked, "Is Ah Zhan's painting good? Compared with the paintings on the erotic palace, which one is better? "

She was so ashamed that she stretched out her hand to pinch his waist, but someone grabbed his wrist and clamped it behind his back.

Of course.
The couch shook even more.

Thinking of that scene, Jiang Wan's cheeks blushed, ashamed and annoyed, she raised her palace attire, and kicked the stone at her feet vigorously with her embroidered shoes.

Hearing the movement, Fu Zhan stopped and turned to look at her.

Seeing that her cheeks were flushed, she couldn't help stretching out her hand and opening her arms, "Why is this little face so red? Come here and let me have a look."

Jiang Wan twitched the corners of her unhappy lips, but still walked over obediently, and settled into a comfortable position in his arms.

the weather is getting hotter.

This man's body is like a hole in the ice, he can't get hot no matter what.But it's also good, it's very comfortable when she holds it.

Jiang Wan took his hand and put it on her cheek to freeze it, "It's not from the sun."

Fu Zhan lifted her chin, looked around, and finally asked a little funny, "Then why is it so red? It's the same as the little butt that I slapped red the night before."

Come again, come again!
He's been saying such nasty things these days!

Jiang Wan reached out to cover his lips, and said sharply and fiercely, "Don't say it! You're getting less and less like an emperor."

Fu Zhan really stopped talking.

Eyebrows curved into a smile.

Didn't Xiaoguaiguai not want him to look like an emperor, it's better to be like a fool.
"No lunch yet?"

Fu Zhan licked the palm of her hand, saw that she retracted her hand afraid of tickle, and said with a smile, "Didn't you just use it?"

Under Jiang Wan's puzzled expression, he added, "Beautiful jade hand, the taste is very good~"

Jiang Wan said "Yeah", and raised her hand to pat his chest lightly.

Before he could speak, he covered his lips and coughed.

The movement was very violent, his chest rose and fell, and even his face changed accordingly.

Jiang Wan, "He moves very lightly, don't touch porcelain!"

Fu Zhan stopped slowly, his cuffs covered his thin and pale lips, "What is Pengci?"

Jiang Wan softly caressed his chest with her small hand, "It's because I deliberately rely on me."

"Oh." Fu Zhan embraced her and nodded, graciously admitted, "Then I really want to rely on you."

but.

Not in this life.

Have the next life!

"What do you want to draw today?" Jiang Wan glanced at the rice paper on the table, and also saw the dye beside the paper.

The flowers are bright and green, and the colors are very bright, and when viewed under the sun, they are shiny and faint.

"What kind of dye is this? It's so weird and interesting!" She leaned over, raised her nose and sniffed it, and then said with a look of amazement and satisfaction, "It's delicious and sweet!"

As soon as the words fell, someone clamped his waist and pressed him on the table.

He came over from behind her and pressed close to her ear, "Good Wanwan, Ah Zhan wants to paint with jade paper today."

It's broad daylight, and it's still in the backyard garden.
She didn't want to at first, but when she thought about it, maybe this "interesting story" of the palace spread to the public today, which would make the people believe that the emperor has become a fool.

Losing the support of the people, can the surname "Fu" be used again in this world?

"Okay." She took the initiative to take off her dress, sat between his legs, and leaned over the table again.

The brush is dipped in "dye" and starts painting from the back waist, moving upwards and forwards.
After a long time, Jiang Wan felt a little sleepy, but felt her waist tightened, and she was turned over.

He covered his lips and yawned, the corners of his eyes were covered with mist, and he was extremely soft when looking at people.

"Done?" she asked.

Suddenly, there was a chill on her neck, as if something had landed on the satin rope of her bellyband.

Furong "Jiaohua" and Qingjun "Xianjun" face to face.

"The scroll is so long today, I'm afraid I'll have to borrow the 'jade paper' to use it in front of it."

After the words fell, the pink silk cloth rose up in the wind, and then fell lightly.

Jiang Wan said "ah", and in the next second, the wet brush landed between her navel, sliding up and down slowly.

(End of this chapter)