This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

Time seemed to be stopped.

The two looked at each other, their eyes widened.

Fuguang's body trembled suddenly, and when he reacted, he wanted to get up with his arms.

As a result, the wound on his back was pulled, and his whole body cramped in pain.

The strength of the arm let out, and it was pressed down again.

Her lips were re-applied to the corner of Xi Yao's mouth.

The atmosphere was so embarrassing that it exploded.

Fuguang reluctantly raised his head to explain: "I...No, I didn't, I really didn't mean to..."

"Get up." Xi Yao said angrily.

"Okay, I'll be right now!"

Fuguang twitched in pain, his face turned pale, and he wanted to get up, but he really couldn't lift his strength.

"I...have no strength..."

He grimaced.

Xi Yao's face turned blue, and she was about to push him away.

An excited "Wow!" came from the door.

The two of them turned back together, and saw Qingqing standing at the door, her eyes widened.

"Second brother, it's not the right time for me to come, I'll leave now!"

Qingqing put the wound medicine on the ground, turned her head and ran away.

"Little witch, stop for me—"

Fuguang's face changed greatly, but his roar didn't seem to return Qingqing's glance.

"It's not what you think..."

His voice is getting weaker and weaker...

Almost humbled to the dust...

"what--"

Xi Yao vigorously shoved him aside.

Fuguang turned his back to the sky, the wound was in close contact with the ground, and he screamed in pain.

The facial features on Jun's face were crowded into a ball.

Xi Yao was furious and left immediately.

"Don't leave me alone... ah... I really didn't mean to... hh..."

Fuguang was dying on the ground.

He is wrong!

The unjust yellow spring water will turn into blood water!

Fuguang regrets, why did he die so well?

What the **** are you doing?

It's okay to touch people's necks, and it ends up like this...

Like a dying old dog, the Second Highness of the Underworld trembled and struggled to get up from the ground.

Fuguang was in a cold sweat from the pain, took a few deep breaths, and felt aggrieved and painful.

At this moment, a pair of clean boots appeared in front of him.

Fuguang raised his head subconsciously, a look of astonishment appeared on Jun's face.

Xi Yao actually turned back again, she looked at Fuguang coldly, still as cold as ice.

But he bent down and helped Fuguang up again.

"You... why are you back?"

Xi Yao looked at him coldly, with an indifferent tone, and said:

"It's not my doing to see death."

After finishing speaking, she added, "Don't talk to me."

The words were full of disgust.

Fuguang let out a guilty conscience, not daring to speak.

Xi Yao helped him to the front of the bed, immediately let go of her hand, turned her head and left.

Fuguang opened his mouth and stopped her:

"Then what... I really didn't mean it."

"If you feel uncomfortable, why don't I let you punch you twice?"

When Xi Yao turned around, she saw how pitiful he looked.

Because of the punishment, the whole face is white and stern, how can there be any glamorous in the past.

Live like a dog with its bald tail pulled.

Xi Yao's eyes moved slightly, and she said:

"It's just this time, it won't happen next time." After that, she went out.

Fuguang never saw that her ears were flushed with blood.

Inside the hall, Fuguang was lying on the bed and couldn't help sighing:

This time, he really became the second ancestor of the prodigal son.

There seems to be a little bit of the previous soft touch on the lips, with a faint fragrance, which makes people a little dizzy.

Fuguang touched his lips and muttered softly:

"I didn't take advantage of you either..."

"Who is not the first kiss..."