Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

The little prince lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Wen Jingshu. Are all male pets so open now?Even though they haven't known each other for a few days, they just, just, kissed each other when they came up!

No, twice!

The second time is kiss, kiss that place!You know, if you lean a little further, you will, you will be kissed on the mouth!

No, no, it has already reached the mouth, and the corner of the mouth is also part of the mouth.

Are all male favorites this frivolous?

No, no, since it's a male favorite, it should be a little more frivolous.

The little prince's heart was in a mess, and he was thinking about it. Luo Ji unconsciously looked up, and Wen Jingshu's mouth was slightly raised, and his eyes were slightly lowered, looking at him.

A heart attack.

"Isn't the lord not going to court today?" Wen Jingshu shrunk back in a good manner, resumed the posture before going to bed last night, got into the arms of the little lord, and looked at him innocently.

The little prince froze for a moment, pretending that nothing happened, and hugged Wen Jingshu.

Although Wen Jingshu was obediently lying in his arms at this time, the little prince just had an inexplicable feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"I won't go today, today is a holiday." The little prince tried his best to regain the appearance he should have as a man who favors his master, and tried his best to make his expression a little more serious.

Wen Jingshu couldn't help laughing, his appearance always made him think of those children who pretended to be mature and put on adult clothes, the problem was that the little prince didn't feel it himself, but felt good about himself.

"Then Zhirong has been in the palace all day?" Wen Jingshu leaned on his chest, so that the little prince would not see the unusual smile on his face at this moment.

The little prince felt that he had finally found some dignity that belonged to the superior, he put his arms around Wen Jingshu and looked at it for a while, then replied proudly: "Yes."

The little prince lowered his head and stared at the hair spinning on Wen Jingshu's head for a long time, as if he was trying to force himself to make up his mind. After a while, just when Wen Jingshu thought that the little prince had fallen asleep again, he moved .

The little prince put down one hand and put it on Wen Jingshu's chin. Wen Jingshu raised his head obediently, and saw the little prince's lips tightly pursed, as if he was trying to endure something, his brows were slightly frowned, and he stood up. The hand on his chin unconsciously exerted a slight force, looking tense.

When Wen Jingshu was still thinking about saying something to comfort the young prince, he finally took action, and saw the young prince lowered his head, mustered up his breath, and pressed his face to it, his mouth hit the red heart.

Wen Jingshu blinked and closed his eyes. After waiting for a long time, the little prince did not make any further movements.

He opened his eyes a crack, and saw the little prince froze there, neither retreating nor advancing.

Brother Huang only showed him erotic pictures, but didn't tell him how to kiss. What happens after the kiss is over?Just... just stick it?It shouldn't be like this.

The little prince thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with a reason, so he could only stick to Wen Jingshu's lips stupidly. Wen Jingshu didn't know what was wrong, seeing the little prince was at a loss, he felt bad for a while , he stuck out his tongue and licked it.

The little prince was still in a daze, and he was caught off guard so that he stepped back in fright. Wen Jing quickly hugged the little prince and brought him into his arms.

The little prince was still in shock, but he didn't realize that the two of them had returned to Wen Jingshu's upper and lower positions.

Wen Jingshu patted the little prince on the back. Unexpectedly, the little prince is so innocent. If he doesn't know how to kiss, it's okay to kiss, but now he reacts so much when he is licked.

The little prince was shunned by Wen Jingshu for a while, and finally breathed out. He flicked it, sat up, and coughed: "It's time to get up."

"Okay." Wen Jingshu sat up, just half a head taller than the young prince.

The little prince raised his head and stared at him. He doesn't remember any women in the emperor's harem who are taller than the emperor's brother. Are all male favorites like this?

Wen Jingshu seemed to have guessed what the little prince was thinking, and comforted him: "It will grow."

The little prince turned his face away silently, and snorted: "That's natural." The only prince in the dignified Feng Dynasty, how could he not be as tall as a male favorite, he naturally had to be taller than him.

The little prince tried his best to forget Wen Jingshu's slap just now, but the more he wanted to forget, the more he had to replay it repeatedly in his mind. Even with that moist touch, the little prince could feel it clearly and clearly .

His family's male favorite, why, why is he so bold, but, but it's inexplicable, he almost flew up with joy in his heart.

Wen Jingshu dressed the young prince first, and the young prince looked at the taller man in front of him, his gaze resting on his looming chest.

"Gudong" the little prince swallowed, quickly looked away, and after a while, slowly moved back, Wen Jingshu didn't realize it, and was still carefully arranging his clothes, he owed his lower body, originally The loose pajamas revealed his inner state.

The little prince blinked, and suddenly reached out and pulled his pajamas, revealing a bigger piece.

Wen Jingshu raised his head in doubt, and the little prince let go of his hand as if he had just woken up from a dream, and coughed twice in embarrassment: "Why is this pajamas so loose, does it not fit well?"

Wen Jingshu froze for a moment, tidied up her pajamas, and replied, "Jing Shu never felt that it didn't fit her."

The little prince turned his head: "That's good, if you don't fit, just tell me, lest it seems that such a big palace can't afford one of your pajamas."

"Thank you." The little prince Wen Jing Shubang put on the last piece of clothes, lowered his head and looked at his pajamas again, there is nothing wrong with it.

The little prince who had a heart but no guts scratched his face and waved his sleeves: "This king is waiting for you."

Usually Wen Jingshu was still sleeping when he left, this was the first time I saw Wen Jingshu changing clothes, Wen Jingshu changed in a magnanimous way, but the little prince couldn't restrain his gaze, and looked over there cast a glance.

After finally waiting for Wen Jingshu to change her clothes, when she went out, Wen Jingshu naturally grabbed the little prince's hand and said casually: "Is Zhirong's throat itchy recently? It sounds like he has coughed several times. Later, I will go to the kitchen and ask someone to make a bowl of pear soup."

The little prince paused, didn't Jing Shumo see something?He raised his head to look at Wen Jingshu, and saw Wen Jingshu looking at him with a worried expression on his face, which did not seem to be fake.

The little prince nodded silently: "Okay."