The male god is about to wear and tear down

The prince still rested in the mansion tonight.

During the day, he had just had a fight with the princess, and at night, for some reason, Zhou Heting wandered to the princess's house with his hands behind his back.

It was night, the door of Wang Hao's room was closed, but the room was still brightly lit, as if she was busy with something.

The prince opened the door and went in.

In the house, Lu Jiayi was writing the story book by Bingzhu, but at the moment of writing a tear-jerking link, he was so emotional that he even became melancholy with his expression.

But this melancholy disappeared the moment he saw the prince push the door in.

Strength deduces what it means to change face faster than flipping a book.

Zhou Heting still had his hands behind his back. Seeing the paper and pen spread out in front of his desk, he felt curious, so he leaned over, "What are you writing?"

Lu Jia wants to let him see?Immediately, both hands hit the pen and paper to cover it up, making a loud noise.

Disturbed by the loud sound, Zhou Heting frowned, "Don't let me see?"

"It's not that I won't let you see it..." Lu Jiayi shook her head, "It's that I won't let you see it."

Zhou Heting's face darkened, and he stretched out a hand to grab the upper arm of the person in front of the table, and pulled him up without any explanation.

However, Lu Jiayi, who was being dragged, did not expect this person to directly strike at a disagreement?

He struggled to break off the fingers on his upper arm, but the man was so strong that Lu Jiayi had no time to react, so he was thrown out.

He was thrown onto the bed with ease like a bauble.

Fortunately, there was a soft mattress on the bed, so it didn't damage him.But this time the back of his head landed on the bed first, and it still gave him a mess.

Lu Jiayi sat up covering her head and cursed angrily, "You are sick!"

Zhou Heting dragged the chair to the bed and sat with his legs crossed, "Yes."

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, the man pulled out a book from behind and threw it on the bed.

Lu Jiayi took a closer look, and there were two large characters written on it:

"Female Commandment".

Lu Jiayi's eyes widened, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Heting laughed, "Zhenfugang is here."

"You know I'm a man, right?"

"It doesn't prevent me from promoting my husband's principles." Zhou Heting pouted at the book, "Here, read it and listen to it."

Lu Jiayi threw the book back, "Don't read! I can't read!"

"Okay." Zhou Heting responded and opened the book, "Then I will read a sentence, and you follow."

"If a husband does not control his wife, his prestige will be lost; if a woman does not serve her husband, righteousness will be lost."

"Follow."

"Don't follow!" Lu Jiayi covered her head with the quilt, "I can't talk!"

"Then you used the Tianling Cap to speak out just now?"

Lu Jiayi continued to play dead.

He huddled under the quilt, and vaguely heard the sound of the chair grinding against the ground, probably the man had stood up.

He was so frightened that he grabbed the quilt, but...

He can't do Zhou Heting.

Zhou Heting lifted the quilt in two or three strokes, and turned him out of the quilt.

"Why are you harassing me in the middle of the night!"

Lu Jiayi was annoyed to death by him, kicking and kicking this man indiscriminately.

Zhou Heting easily pinched his ankle, stepped onto the bed, and sat on his knee.

Lu Jiayi was about to scratch someone again, but the other party clasped both wrists with one hand, and twisted on top of her head to hold her down.

All his weapons were disarmed, and he only had one tooth left, so he could only show his teeth and show off his fierceness.

"Why, you still want to bite me?"

"If I catch the chance, I'll swallow you alive!"

"Hey." Zhou Heting made a mocking sound, reaching over with his free hand.

Lu Jiayi was suppressed up and down, only his neck could move, so he turned his head to hide from the hand, but he was already at a disadvantage, and his chin was still pinched by the opponent.

Zhou Heting stroked his plump lower lip with his thumb, and said hoarsely, "Your mouth is quite powerful."

Lu Jiayi was itched by him, so she tapped his finger with her teeth, and she just bit right on it.

After being bitten hard on his lower finger, Zhou Heting frowned, suddenly his expression became fierce, and he directly stuck the thumb into the opponent's mouth, pressing it against his palate.

The fingernails touched the delicate skin of the palate, and Lu Jiayi's eyes turned red from the pain immediately.

"Bite." Zhou Heting raised his eyebrows, "Keep biting."

Lu Jiayi didn't dare to do anything wrong, he could only open his mouth and keep the palate as far away from the opponent's fingertips as possible.

Seeing that the little wolf dog under him finally succumbed, Zhou Heting showed a little joy on his face, he withdrew his thumb, but did not take it out of the opponent's mouth.

Instead, he took the callused fingertips and crushed Lu Jiayi's shell-like teeth.

His expression was focused, and he was possessed by some kind of demon. He pressed his thumb tooth by tooth, and when his fingertips rubbed against the sharp canine teeth, they would grind back and forth.

Lu Jiayi was flustered by him, but she didn't dare to shut up. With saliva in her mouth, she let out an uncomfortable moan.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Heting suddenly came back to his senses.

Seeing the other party's embarrassed expression, he was satisfied, withdrew his hand, and let go of Lu Jiayi.

Zhou Heting got out of bed and clapped his hands, "So, you have to obey."

In front of him, Lu Jiayi, who had just been taught a lesson, didn't dare to say anything, and waited for someone to go out and close the door before angrily throwing the "Women's Commandments" on the door, "Submit your mother!"

The door opened again.

Lu Jiayi lay down with her head in her arms and pretended to be dead.

There was a sneer from the side of the bedroom, and the door slowly closed again.

Lu Jia was so angry that he didn't sleep well all night.

At noon the next day, he took Qianqian to sit by the pond. At first, he complained about the prince's evil deeds with righteous indignation, but after the chat, his anger subsided, and he discussed a new plot in the storybook with her.

The plot of his storybook this time has some twists and turns. He got stuck in the place where the hero and heroine were not sure what they wanted, so he discussed countermeasures with Qianqian.

Qianqian was originally the number one reader of the Seventh Prince's storybook, and seeing the opportunity to participate in the core creation at this time, she devoted herself wholeheartedly.

The more they talked, the happier they were, and they leaned close together like little sisters.

Therefore, when the prince walked past here, what he saw was Lu Jiayi smiling brightly at Qianqian, with light in his eyes.

Zhou Heting stopped in his tracks.

He had never seen such a smile on his face before, so he felt strange and walked over.

Seeing Zhou Heting approaching, Lu Jiayi immediately changed his expression as if a switch had been pressed.

Being used to such reactions, Zhou Heting didn't care, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Qianqian got up tremblingly, lowered her head and looked down, "Go back to the prince..."

"None of your business!" Afraid that the other party would embarrass Qianqian, Lu Jiayi immediately attracted fire.

Zhou Heting's gaze wandered over.

He raised his finger, and Qianqian was ordered to evacuate quickly. Before leaving, he looked at the princess with reassurance——

Sure enough, the princess was also very afraid of the prince.

Although the expression on his face was aggressive, his fingers couldn't help trembling.

"Wang..." She still wanted to protect the princess, but as soon as she said a word, she saw the light in the prince's eyes dimmed.

She immediately shut up and left.

Lu Jiayi was originally sitting on the pebbles by the pond, but now Zhou Heting was standing behind him. He raised his neck and felt uncomfortable, so he turned his head to look at the water, ignoring the people behind him.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Heting subdued himself and half squatted on the flat pebble beside him, very close to him.

Lu Jiayi looked disgusted, and moved her butt in the opposite direction.

"fear me?"

"Who's afraid of you?" Lu Jiayi muttered softly.

Zhou Heting looked around and saw a small flower in his hand, grabbed it off, and handed it to the other party, "I will send you flowers, don't be afraid of me."

The flower was so stung that it almost entered someone's nostrils, Lu Jiayi dodged it even more disgustingly, thinking, why does Zhou Heting in this dungeon look like an idiot than a straight man every day.

"Take it." Said the silly straight man.

Lu Jiayi slapped the flower backhand on the opponent's face, "Fuck that!"

Zhou Heting also changed his face now, "Are you disobedient again?"

"I didn't..." Lu Jiayi saw the change in the other person's expression, and her voice became smaller and smaller, but she still stubbornly finished, "I haven't been convinced..."

"Dissatisfied." Zhou Heting smiled at the corner of his mouth, nodded his head thoughtfully, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were sly, and he stretched out his hand directly.

Lu Jiayi couldn't escape, and was directly dragged onto the opponent's thigh...

Get spanked hard.

Lu Jiayi's face flushed instantly, angry and ashamed.

He has grown up so big, and he hasn't been spanked yet, so what is Zhou Heting doing this week!

"You bastard!" Lu Jiayi struggled to push the opponent with his backhand, but his hands were easily suppressed, so he opened his mouth to bite.

Zhou Heting was more than enough to subdue this frail young man, but the other party was enraged at this moment and insisted on fighting him desperately. He was squatting again, and his force was limited, and his expression changed immediately.

Between pushing and shoving, the two directly...

fell into the pond.

The water in the pond was not deep, just up to the waist, and the two of them just choked on a few sips of water, nothing serious.

But Lu Jia was very angry.

He locked himself in the room that night without seeing anyone or eating.

Qianqian stood at the door with a plate of rice in her hand, and Lu Jiayi didn't make a sound when she tried to persuade the inside of the room.

After Zhou Heting changed his clothes, he "just happened" to pass by the house. Seeing this scene, he approached, "Send it to him."

"Don't eat!" Lu Jiayi's voice came from inside, "I won't eat it when I send it in!"

"It's the other way around." Zhou Heting took the rice plate, opened the door and walked in, "I have to feed you even if I pry my mouth."

Qianqian originally felt that the concubine was about to lose her temper by persuading her, but when she saw the prince coming, she cried out inwardly, but she didn't expect that the two ancestors would be able to reconnect after only a few words.

Seeing the prince himself going into battle, Qianqian was even more frightened.

My lord, this is not feeding food, this is feeding poison!

Sure enough, Qianqian, who was standing at the door in a dilemma, watched helplessly as the couple in the room spat passionately at first, and halfway through the spat they began to fight each other.

Then the princess was pinned to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the prince grabbed a mouthful of rice, squeezed the princess's mouth, and stuffed it into it.

The princess resisted to the death and overturned the whole bowl of rice on the opponent's chest with her backhand...

Qianqian held her forehead, feeling bitter in her heart:

my lord...

Feeding is really not like this...

"Reflect on yourself, I'll lock you up for three days first."

"Closed again! What else would you do besides confinement!"

"Do you want to try?"

Zhou Heting stepped out of the bedroom, closed the door, and while patting the dirt on his chest, he told Qianqian, "Take care of him."

Qianqian was heartbroken when she saw it, and hurriedly persuaded, "My lord, you always treat the princess like this, he is also to blame..."

Zhou Heting's eyelids drooped, and he glanced at her lazily.

Although Qianqian was terrified, his heart was still toward the princess, wondering how to persuade him to treat her better.

In the night wind, Qianqian heard the deep voice of the prince floating above his head, "I just don't understand... why he can live so wanton and unrestrained in this world."

Qianqian raised her head, and saw the side face of the man in front of her, which was gilded cold by the moonlight.

"So that..." he said, "I always wanted to destroy him."

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