The soft and tender princess is loved by everyone and the love-brains just want to get on top

But when Yan Jiaojiao realized this, it was already too late.

The cold dagger pressed against her abdomen through her dress.

Behind her was the man's burning body.

The man who was still leaning on the barrel threatened in a hoarse voice: "Don't talk, otherwise..."

But his hands were trembling slightly and his face was flushed.

Yan Jiaojiao pinched her fingers, leaned over and asked with concern: "You...are you a man?"

Song Shiyan glanced at her coldly, his fox eyes seemed to be covered with mist.

"Didn't the princess see everything?"

Now that everything had been discovered, Song Shiyan no longer hid it from her and admitted it directly.

He was a little curious about Yan Jiaojiao's reaction when she found out.

Unexpectedly, she didn't show any surprise. Instead, she asked him curiously, "What medicine did you take to become like this? I want one, too."

Song Shiyan: "..."

"Princess, you'd better not know too many subtleties." Song Shiyan warned in a calm voice.

Yan Jiaojiao snorted: "If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. Ah Yan, can you move the dagger away from me?"

Yan Jiaojiao just said it casually, and she was not sure that he would be willing to let her go.

Song Shiyan was silent for a while, withdrew his hand and said nothing.

Just threw the dagger aside.

Then he started to put on his clothes in front of Yan Jiaojiao.

The man's upper body was exposed to the air, looking firm and strong, with clear lines on his waist and abdomen, and crystal clear water droplets dripping on his skin, which was very tempting.

The scent of temptation spread in the air.

When the handsome man came out of the bath, Yan Jiaojiao couldn't help but stare at him for a few more seconds.

She didn't expect that Song Shiyan was so handsome and had a good figure. She thought he would be frail.

Noticing her movements, Song Shiyan asked casually, "What are you looking at, Princess?"

"Of course I'm looking at Ah Yan."

Song Shiyan paused with his hands clasping his clothes, his eyes dimmed, and he asked casually, "Does it look good?"

"Of course it looks good." Yan Jiaojiao commented seriously.

Song Shiyan chuckled when he heard this, and warned softly: "If the princess doesn't leave, I can't guarantee what I will do to her."

He didn't actually have a fever today, he just took some medicine, which made him feel a little strange, so he looked the way she saw.

He just took a cold bath and is fine now.

Song Shiyan thought that when Yan Jiaojiao saw his appearance, she would first ask him why he lied to him, or would arrest him as a monster.

If that were the case, he would not be merciful, and by the time she wanted to do something, she might have already stopped breathing.

But she didn't do that just now, so he spared her life.

"What is Ah Yan going to do to me?" Yan Jiaojiao asked pretending not to understand, with a very calm expression.

Song Shiyan's eyes were dim, seeing her fearless look, she looked very much like a kitten he had raised before, who was used to being spoiled and arrogant.

She realized that he would not do anything to her today, so she was not afraid of him.

"Princess, do you want to know?" Song Shiyan chuckled faintly, as if giving her a last chance.

Yan Jiaojiao nodded.

The next second, Song Shiyan grabbed her wrist, picked her up and threw her onto the bed.

Yan Jiaojiao exclaimed unexpectedly, and in the blink of an eye she was on the bed.

The gauze curtains swayed, and the moonlight filtered in, leaving only vague shadows, dimly illuminating the two people.

Yan Jiaojiao lay on her back, her black hair spread messily under her body, feeling the weight of another person on her body.

Song Shiyan panted lightly, his eyes moved up to look at Yan Jiaojiao, his voice was still hoarse, but this time it was deliberately tinged with emotion.

"Princess, you brought this upon yourself. I gave you a chance." Song Shiyan gently pinched her chin and said in a somewhat unserious tone.

"What opportunity..." Yan Jiaojiao was gagged before she could finish her words.

Song Shiyan is not like Jun Siyan, who kisses without any rules.

He preferred to proceed step by step, his thin lips softened as he tasted her lips gently, very tenderly.

Yan Jiaojiao didn't move or open her mouth.

Song Shiyan's voice was a little hoarse, and he bit the words seductively like a succubus: "Princess, please speak."

Yan Jiaojiao was bewitched and subconsciously wanted to open her red lips.

Song Shiyan pinched her chin gently but firmly, admiring the moist look in Yan Jiaojiao's eyes, and then laughed.

"Can the princess kiss? Hmm?"

"Of course I will." Yan Jiaojiao naturally retorted unwillingly.

Then she heard Song Shiyan's eyebrows slightly raised, his voice full of smiles, "Princess, why don't you give it a try?"

Yan Jiaojiao heard the provocation in his tone and decided to give it a try.

Although it's not quite the same as her original purpose, the result is almost the same.

Yan Jiaojiao simply put her arms around his neck and pulled him down.

Although Yan Jiaojiao said that, she was actually not very good at kissing.

Her movements were very awkward, and Song Shiyan cooperated with her by slightly opening his lips and letting her do whatever she wanted.

Yan Jiaojiao's soft palm pressed against his neck, feeling slightly cool, smooth and delicate, like pure white snow, so delicate that he could almost smell the fresh scent.

Although Song Shiyan felt somewhat uncomfortable with this posture, he still endured it passively.

There was no sound in the quiet night, and the swallowing sound and faint breathing seemed so charming.

The moonlight is bright, shining on the man and woman. The contrast between the clear light and the passionate emotion is so extreme.

Yan Jiaojiao was tired and felt a little overwhelmed. The hand that was originally around his neck had now slid to his lapel.

Song Shiyan bit her earlobe lightly, his breath burning her neck, and laughed softly in her ear.

"Princess, let me teach you how to kiss."

Yan Jiaojiao looked at him with moist eyes, and the fingers grabbing his collar moved slightly.

The kiss just now was as gentle and delicate as water, but now it is like a violent storm with raging waves.

……

I don’t know how long it took, but Yan Jiaojiao felt that her lips had become a little numb.

But Song Shiyan seemed insatiable. He slowly held her chin and continued to kiss her, making the root of her tongue feel sore.

Yan Jiaojiao did not close her eyes from beginning to end, as if she wanted to take in every expression of his.

Song Shiyan stopped and looked at her face.

Yan Jiaojiao's face was flushed and her eyes were charming at this moment.

"Princess..." Song Shiyan called softly.

"Hmm?" Yan Jiaojiao responded subconsciously, her mind already a little confused.

Song Shiyan grabbed her wrist and licked her slender fingers gently.

"The princess's hands... are very beautiful." Song Shiyan said in a hoarse voice, meaningfully.