Princess Against the World

Ling Luoyu was overjoyed: "Okay..."

"When there is time another day, this deity will take you to the zoo to pick one!!"

Ling Luoyu's smile froze abruptly, tearing his heart out! !

Why change the day? !

Does she want it now? ?

As if he had figured out her thoughts, Mo Xuanchen stepped forward quietly, and lowered his eyes.

"What?? You want it now?!"

Ling Luoyu's lips twitched slightly: "If I can have it now, of course it would be the best..."

"If you want it now, I'll give it to you now..."

Mo Xuanchen raised his lips ambiguous, and his voice revealed infinite charm.

And the worst thing is that when it was said "give it to you now", somewhere on the body, it seemed to rub her body intentionally or unintentionally.

Ling Luoyu jumped up like a frenzy, with a small expression of disgust: "Mo... Young Master!!"

The words "Xuanchen" at the back were swallowed vigorously.

Now is not a good time to fry.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she smirked and stepped back.

"That... Young Master, I don't want it anymore... My little status, how can I be worthy of a flying beast... I just walk with my legs..."

"No??" Mo Xuanchen hissed slightly regretfully.

"No more!!"

"Okay..." Mo Xuanchen rolled his sleeves and continued to move forward: "When do you want it, when will you come to me!! Remember, I'm always ready to give you..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Why does this sentence sound so dirty? !

Is it her own thoughts that are dirty, or is it the words of the big evildoer Mo, which are a little dirty in themselves? !

Inside the Hall of Herbs.

Second floor terrace.

Xiao Yu stood against the window, combing her long hair with her fingertips.

Chan'er made the bed behind her: "Miss, the bed is ready, come and take a rest?!"

"Um!"

In response, Xiaoyu did not intend to leave.

In the distance, Mo Xuanchen and Ling Luoyu were one after the other, and their figures were gradually engulfed by green trees and grass.

"Cicada!"

"Miss……"

"This Asan... are you familiar with it?!"

"Asan?? Are you okay?!" Chan'er replied cautiously, "Why did the young lady ask her all of a sudden??"

"How is she?!"

"Asan... She is very smart, sleek, and has eyesight... By the way, she is very good at rouge gouache used by women!! Since she came, our sisters in the Herb Hall have used her rouge in all likelihood. Gouache!!"

"Make rouge gouache!?" Xiao Yu was startled.

"Yes, very delicate!!"

Chan'er took out the rouge from her sleeve and put it on with a smile.

"Miss, the rouge she made is soft, even and not greasy to the touch. It's very comfortable... Of course, a natural beauty like you, Miss, can't use these rouge!"

"Being rouge?!" Xiaoyu's mind didn't know whether rouge was good or not. Dai frowned, and her eyes turned slightly: "Could it be my illusion... not her??"

Chan'er was startled: "Who is it?!"

"fine!!"

Xiaoyu calmly handed Rouge back and waved Chan'er to go down.

On the road in the distance, Mo Xuanchen and Ling Luoyu had completely disappeared.

"Could it be that I am too nervous and think too much?? That Asan is an ordinary human race, not her?? There are so many legends about her outside, but there is no legend about her making rouge gouache?! Besides... ...The production of that rouge is very exquisite, without a certain experience and inheritance, it can't be done ... Could it be that I really think too much?!"