The Third Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-Three Chapters of the Gods in the Heart: The Princess's Sick Piano Teacher (Thirty-Four)

His face was indifferent, his slender fingers pulled down his neckline, and the arc of his Adam's apple was sexy.

The young man undid his belt and took off his clothes slowly, which was very pleasing to the eyes.

Dyeing white outside, through the huge screen standing there, you can see the slender figure of the young man, as well as the movement of undressing and undressing.

She glanced flatly, turned and sat down on the soft couch, picking up a book to read.

Jin Yao took a shower and changed, and when he walked out from behind the screen, he saw such a picture.

The princess leaned on the soft couch a little lazily, her fair fingers resting on her beautiful forehead, and the other hand was holding a book. In the warm light and shadow, her eyebrows were picturesque and high.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, suddenly thinking of the picture he just saw in front of the door of the wing, his eyes darkened.

Dianbai heard the sound and raised his eyes.

Beauty out of the bath, always pleasing to the eye.

Time flies in a trance, much like the first meeting.

Juvenile snow clothes, noble and solitary.

The moment he walked out from behind the screen.

Freeze.

Jin Yao walked over step by step, and under the eyes of the princess, he suddenly knelt in front of Ranbai on one knee.

Dianbai lowered his eyes and looked at him.

The young man had just taken a bath, changed into a clean and loose snow coat, and was still smudged with a bit of moisture, his collarbone was looming, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye became more and more enticing.

Jin Yao knelt down on one knee and put his hands on the girl's side, his fingertips glowing with cold moonlight white, and pressed against the edge of the soft couch.

Then--!

Leaning over suddenly, carrying the faint fragrance of pear blossoms, he directly kissed the princess' lips in a pious but aggressive manner.

Dyeing Bai's movements paused slightly, and Qingming looked at the young man calmly.

A ray of moonlight fell on his eyebrows outside the window, the young man raised his eyes slightly, his eyelashes cast fine shadows, the tall nose bridge gently pressed against the girl's side face, a lonely but fiery kiss, implied all desires and admiration.

"His Royal Highness." The breath swept across the white-stained ears, and a clear and pleasant voice fell on the ears, a little hoarse, "I will please you, I will please Your Highness, and I can learn whether I know it or not."

"No one has touched me except you, and I'm not dirty." He put his hands on the dyed white side, knelt down on one knee, and looked up at the princess, those well-behaved eyes were gloomy at the moment. "Don't look for anyone else."

Ranbai's mood was always calm, even when kissing, she did not change, she looked down at the boy.

Putting down the book in his hand, his fingertips lightly lifted the young man's fair and beautiful jaw, staring at that delicate face, his tone was unpredictable, making it impossible to understand forever: "I heard that the young master never stays overnight with guests.

"

Jin Yao lightly kissed the princess' fingertips, very gentle, and said, "I am willing to serve Your Highness."

A chuckle fell suddenly.

"Jin Yao, you belong to the main hall, you can only belong to the main hall." The princess asked patiently, "Do you understand?"

"Jin Yao belongs to the princess all his life, including his life."

"This hall allows it."

tonight,

In response to the gentle moonlight is the tender kiss.

In the courtyard, the pear blossoms withered and bloomed again and again.

That year.

The pear blossoms are in full bloom, just right.

the next day,

Golden Palace.

The sun shines on everything, and the stone steps in front of the Golden Palace that are higher than one floor seem to be scattered with golden light.

The young man in court clothes is slender and tall, with a particularly fair complexion. He has restrained his usual cynicism on such a solemn and solemn occasion. Those deep eyes and cold eyebrows have a calm and cold temperament.