The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

True·Night Night, Pseudo·Night Fight started his own entourage career, waited for Shen Yanxiao to eat and drink, waited for Shen Yanxiao to wash, waited for Shen Yanxiao to sleep...

Of course, just lay the quilt.

The night fight was depressed and looked at the messy bed that he had pounced on himself. He wanted to cry and tears and looked at Shen Yanxiao.

It is rare that His Highness is so heavy to him, but he can't even do a simple thing like a quilt.

Shen Yanxiao got up, smiled and looked at the guilty night fighting, very gentle opening: "Yes, you can go down and rest first."

She does not expect a pampered prince to take care of life. This kind of goods received the education of the emperor from an early age, and it was not a nanny education. All of them were helped by people. How can he do this?

Night fight does not know Shen Yanxiao's mind, just think that the night of the night is really good for himself!

"He" not only does not deny his identity, but also does not despise his own clumsy, still so gentle...

His Royal Highness is the first good master in history!

Proper!

The night fight carries a grateful heart, and the fart left the room.

Shen Yanxiao sighed and fell to rest on a soft big bed.

A black mist, slowly overflowing over her, the shape of the repaired shape.

Shen Yan Xiao Biaoba eyes, looking at the repairs that suddenly appeared.

“What happened?” Shen Yanxiao immediately sat up, and the sudden appearance made her a little alert.

Didn't the repair find something unusual?

Suspension suspended above the air, the tall body with a volley sitting posture, he half-squatted with the golden scorpion, looking at the face of the strange face.

The face of the night is very good, but there is no fighting power in front of the repair.

The hand was stretched out, and the slender fingers slid gently over the dark cheeks of Shen Yanxiao.

The sudden coolness was transmitted from the fingertips of the repair to the skin, and Shen Yanxiao shivered slightly.

"Nothing, I can't come out?" Repairing the eyebrows slightly, the slightly cold voice is not half-hearted, but with a hint of teasing.

Shen Yan Xiao Yan a moment, then the face gradually reddened.

"Yes..." Shen Yanxiao’s voice was a little small, and a pair of big eyes had some troublesome east sights.

A smear of black shadow, shrouded in the top of Shen Yanxiao's head, Shen Yan Xiao Wei's head, the face of Xiu Junmei in front of her eyes, Jun Yan, who is close at hand, makes her breathing more and more urgent.

"I..." repaired the thin lip slightly, and the slightly low voice bloomed in the ear of Shen Yanxiao, licking her calm heart.

"Some miss you."

The simple and simple thoughts of the mind, let the cells under the body of Shen Yan Xiao Yu boil at this moment, like being soaked in the hot spring, every pore is calling for comfort.

I missed it, but it was more than the sweet words of Manchu.

Shen Yan Xiao licked the lips and looked at the repair.

"The same..." Shen Yanxiao responded with a few unspeakable voices.

The repaired lips were slightly raised, and the shallow ones barely showed signs. In the next second, he lowered his head, and the cold lips covered the lips of Shen Yanxiao, gently kissing.

Shen Yanxiao breathed to rest, a very strange thought, suddenly in her mind.

In other words, she seems to have become the appearance of the night, at least looks like she is a dead boy...

Repair... actually can go to the mouth! !