The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

The silk black nightgown looks like the black scales on the surface of a beauty snake, and the long legs covered by white thin scales underneath, the wide open chest, and the muscles like a mountain of stones, full of strength.

The ferocious and glamorous boa constrictor holds a bright cherry in an obedient and submissive attitude.

Waiting for the owner to pick it himself - the sweetest fruit.

This flattering gesture is a hypocritical illusion, and the evil/desire in the background of the eyes is the true face of this game. Both of them know it well, and no one has exposed it.

Shen Qingchuan bowed his head down, his white teeth bit through the thin bright red peel, the crystal clear red cherry like red agate exudes a sweet and fruity fragrance.

Rich red, gurgling cherry juice, meandering to the corner of the mouth, sliding down the side of the cheek.

When it falls on the skin, it is like overripe red beans thrown into the fluffy white snowdrifts, the red ones become redder, and the jade ones become whiter.

"Is it sweet?" Guan Boya asked.

The slightly calloused hand stroked the delicate nape of the neck like snow silk, which seemed smooth and silky, with tenacity and elasticity.

"Ah."

Just answer once.

Shen Qingchuan trembled, as if shivering, probably because of the autumn wind blowing in through the crack of the door, it was cold.

The candles are brightly lit, and the more candles are lit, the air in the room becomes drier like a hot summer.

Like in a sauna, a layer of pink sweat is steamed on the fair and clean cheeks, sweating too much, the shirt seems to be soaked with sweat, the fabric is slightly transparent under the candlelight, a little pinkness comes out, like a white gauze mist covering the two sides. on a red bean.

Guan Boya shook his head slightly, smiled softly.

"I picked it on purpose. It's thin-skinned and seedless, but it's still soft-hearted."

Cherries and strawberries in glass containers look round under the candlelight, big and red bright cherries, big heart-shaped strawberries, freshly stained with crystal clear drops of water.

Under the bright candlelight, fresh and sweet fruits and retro gorgeous glassware reflect the hazy starlight.

"You finished tasting, it's time for me to taste the sweetness of the cherries."

After all, the sweetness of a good fruit can only be shared by two people.

Is Shen Qingchuan the king?

Yes, he is the king, who rules his soul and heart, and as long as those lips reveal words of rejection, he can easily break down the defense tower in his heart.

Pamper yourself, maintain gentlemanly etiquette, even if you have desires, you are secretly suppressing them, and trying to maintain your sanity even if you don't want to be sober, this will only make people feel more pity.

His little king has braved forbidden territory beyond safety.

It was up to him to take the initiative.

The king's gaze should be fixed on his queen, if the king's gaze is a little neglected, then he is not a competent queen.

Riding the madness of the Marauders with devotion.

Guan Boya leaned forward and was about to bite, the force was very light, the cherry juice was as red as blood, the other party's lips seemed to be hurt, and it was replaced by a pitiful lick_lick.

The most beautiful color of the lips is the moment when they are stained with fruit juice, or when they become congested due to external forces, full and gorgeous.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes are slightly squinted, and the long hair is as shiny as black silk. The trapezius muscles are scattered on the lean and firm shoulders, located at the junction of the neck and shoulders, and one side is triangular, full of strength.

Shen Qingchuan lowered his eyelashes, thick and black like wet graphite charcoal pens, the thick marks carved on the paper, the sweat from the broken hair of the crow feathers on the back of his neck, moistened and clinging to the snow-white neck muscles, the light in his eyes lifted slightly If the shock and lightning cut through the dense and narrow dark clouds in an instant, the snow will shine brightly.

The creases at the corners of the eyes are red, like buds blooming in early spring, revealing a light red and thick powder, and the transparent dew may be the amorous water from crying.

The snowy back was sweating profusely, and under the dim candlelight, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

The slender waist is like a flexible wicker blown by the spring breeze, revealing a vigorous green vitality, even if it is folded back, it looks like a taut new moon, as bright as jade.

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That night, Shen Qingchuan had many absurd dreams.

I dreamed that I went back to my youth in my previous life, a boy in white clothes, as hot as midsummer.

In the spacious classroom, only the sound of summer wind turning the pages of the book, and the faint chirping of gnats in the dark green banyan tree can be heard.

He was lying on the table, his eyelashes drooping slightly, he was prone to sleepiness during the summer, and he became lazy.

The cool summer wind blew into the collar suddenly, blowing along the broken hair on the back of the neck and down the spine.

Young people have smooth backs and delicate shoulder blades. The summer is long and the days are long, and it is rare to find shade in the lush greenery. It is a rare time to cool off, and it is warm with the summer wind. It doesn't matter whether the dream is absurd or not.

The weather is hot like a sauna, making people sweat, sweaty, and uncomfortable.

The cool summer wind can hardly dispel the heat. The young man in white steamed a thin powder. The powder spread and grew like grape vines in the garden. They germinated and climbed from the chair, wrapped around his ankles, and spread to his well-proportioned and straight calves. up.

There was a red mark on the inner thigh, which spread, and a few vines were added to the beautiful side waist.

The hair was messed up by the summer wind, and the young man's eyes were sleepy, and the eyes were still full of water.

The dream seems to have passed a year, the vines grow rapidly, from the seedlings to the vines with lush branches and leaves, and then to the flowering and fruiting.

There are many kinds of grapes, such as dark Cabernet Sauvignon, sour Merlot, and rich aroma of Syrah, but the red grapes are more delicious, with a carnelian-like ruby ​​color, tender and juicy flesh, and thin and tough skin. As long as the white teeth are not too hard to bite, the skin will not be broken. If it is broken, you will probably be able to taste sweet and delicious grape juice.

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The dream changed quickly again, turning into a young man.

The noisy playground, full of voices, like swimming fish, completely ignored him.

The merry-go-round is playing lively tunes, the roller coaster is screaming, the pendulum clock is dangling in the air...

The sun was so hot that it almost made people feel exhausted. Shen Qingchuan walked into the crowd. He didn't hold an umbrella, and he could feel the scorching sight that seemed to be embodied, looking at him through the crowd.

The sweat on his body was like a transparent oil that melted like water, sliding down the skin texture and spreading to the ankles. The clear eyes were like gentle mist, and the pupils of the eyes were filled with a lonely black color, and a glance seemed like a shock.

In a trance, the sunlight outlines the clear outline of the youth, and the cheeks stained with dusty light cast a faint glow.

Guan Boya looked dazed, stretched out a slender hand, and the movements of the fingers were gentler, inviting Shen Qingchuan to step on the roller coaster in the playground.

He was very fortunate that among all living beings, it was this crabapple that touched his heart. Since then, his world full of wind and snow has added a touch of rich color.

After tying up the safety rope and taking measures, the roller coaster slowly began to slide into the track, Shen Qingchuan slowly opened his eyes wide, the summer wind blew through his hair, and a strong wind hit.

A little blush crept up from the tips of his ears, like a crabapple flower falling on a white wall.

The roller coaster was moving upwards along the track, and the young man tensed up. He was not used to the amusement facilities in the playground, probably because his face was too hot from the wind, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat due to the pain.

"Would you like to slow down?" The voice of the person who asked was very soft, with pity in his eyes.

"Slow... slow down?" The young man asked panting, nervous.

The man chuckled, and his voice fell to the young man's ears with the summer wind. It was crisp and numb, and the white jade earlobe seemed to be bitten by an insect, turning red and cracked.

"The roller coaster is running, and you can only wait for it to go around before it stops."

"If you are afraid, you can hold my hand."

Shen Qingchuan's mind was already dizzy from the heat, he held Guan Boya's wide palm with great force, and the temperature from the cool palm made him feel slightly at ease.

"Or...let's go down...this ride is not suitable for us...haha——"

The roller coaster rushed to the highest point, Shen Qingchuan was probably scared, and before the end of the tune fell, his voice was washed away by Xia Feng.

The track of the roller coaster was very bumpy, rushing down from the peak, he could hardly speak, his voice was broken by the wind.

"My little Haitang, you are really wonderful."

It was probably a compliment, but Shen Qingchuan took care of it flawlessly and couldn't bear the intense weightlessness.

Only by tightly holding the arm of the person next to him can he feel a little more at ease, and not be thrown off the roller coaster by the inertia of the fierce force.

He raised his head, like a dying swan raising its neck and neighing long, pale and gorgeous.

The speed of the roller coaster is very fast, the slope of the track is very steep, and the roller coaster suddenly enters the deepest part, one after another, the light and shadow are mottled.

The tourists kept screaming, and Shen Qingchuan's voice became hoarse, his whole body was weak and weak, probably due to heat stroke.

But the roller coaster is only halfway through the journey, and the heartbeat is violent every second. This is a subconscious reaction when a person perceives the resurgence of danger.

The body is tense like a string, and the knees are also tense, and the closed cloth is worn out, and the skin is red.

Just when he thought the roller coaster could finally stop, he let go of his body. He breathed a sigh of relief and felt weak.

The range of motion of the roller coaster has begun to increase, opening and closing.

After an unknown amount of time, the roller coaster finally completed its lap, and the tourists got off the car one after another and set off for the next ride.

Shen Qingchuan's legs were trembling, a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead, his feather-like black hair was close to his cheeks, his wet eyelashes were raised, his eyelids were slightly red, as if he was about to cry, he looked pitiful, It hurts.

Guan Boya helped him down, helped him to sit on a wide chair, and kissed Xiao Haitang's cheek pitifully.

Seeing that Shen Qingchuan was showing signs of heatstroke, Guan Boya went to the cone shop and bought two cups of cones to drive away the heat.

One cup is a grape pulp cone, and the other cup is a strawberry milk cone.

Just as Guan Boya was about to hand the strawberry milk-flavored cone to Shen Qingchuan, suddenly a child ran over recklessly, bumped into it, and the strawberry milk-flavored cone fell off with a snap.

It just landed on the thigh, and the white cream ice cream melted, moistening a small piece of fabric, clinging to the inner thigh.

Shen Qingchuan stood up and shook off, the white ice cream slid down, melted into sticky, winding traces, and slid to the inside of the ankle.

An indescribable emotion flashed in Guan Boya's eyes, she was silent for a while, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Pity."

Shen Qingchuan blushed a little, as if recalling the burning hot feeling deep inside.

Guan Boya handed the grape pulp cone to Shen Qingchuan, and said with a smile, "But it doesn't matter, the future will be long, my little gentleman."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the old men for throwing mines and nutrient solution every day, there is nothing to repay, so I have to... Ah, I want to take a break.I want a wave of rainbow farts, chirp chirp chirp! ! ! !

In early spring, little angels, please add more clothes and eat more fruits. I wonder if you like strawberries, cherries, grapes, or other fruits?

感谢在2021-02-2319:19:24~2021-02-2519:48:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: evening festival, sweet chestnut chestnut, unique1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：unique10瓶；save6瓶；…………4瓶；青云3瓶；白芷葵、珈1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!