V2.Chapter 186

The Phoenix eyes of Yanbei City, which have never changed for thousands of years, finally have some waves. For example, if a small stone is thrown into half of them, the wind and waves are not big or small, but you can clearly see a bit of coyness, and can't say a word of refutation.

Seeing the fresh appearance of Yan Beicheng, the stranger could not help leaning forward and staring at him seriously. "This is the first time I have seen other things in your eyes. It seems that you are not without weaknesses."

Yan Beicheng suddenly became more and more embarrassed. Shua stood up and looked at the bonsai in the distance. "This king is also an ordinary person. How can there be no weakness?"

He is also from the stranger to spend this sentence to wake up, the original, he is really weak. It's not because of the thoughtless words of a stranger, but She is a person.

The corner of the flower lips rose slightly and stood up in front of him, "I said why you used to love to tease me. The fun in this one is really intriguing."

Looking at the smile in front of him like a flower on a stranger, Yan Beicheng's eyes crossed a bit of dangerous dark awn, and the embarrassment in his eyes was also suppressed. "Naturally, there is fun, but it's always up to the king to lead."

As soon as the voice fell, he stretched out his long arm and fished the flowers into his arms.

The flowers on the street suddenly raised their eyes, then on a pair of bright eyes like the bright moonlight, a stagnation in the heart, forget the struggle.

Yan Beicheng is also looking down at her, so close, he has only one idea in his heart.

It seems that he can cover her face so small. And her people, also seem to be too thin, in the future must give her a good supplement is.

When the flower on the stranger suddenly returns to God, he has been held up by Yanbei city directly.

"What are you going to do?" In the heart of the stranger flower a fluster, for fear that he at this time animal nature big hair.

"Do what you have to do." Yan Beicheng knew her fear, but deliberately picked a lip, ambiguous answer.

On the street flower body suddenly a stiff, has not yet responded, then was Yanbei city put on the collapse to sit down.

And he, a royal boy born with dignity, bent down and took off her shoes.

"You..." The flower on the street was startled by his move, staring at him, and didn't know how to deal with himself.

"I'm tired. I want to have a rest. Please go over quickly." Not yet from such a gentle and careful return to God, Yan Beicheng's words will pull her back to reality.

Just now, she was nothing more than a magic skill. Yan Beicheng took off her outer garment and stood in front of her with a thin middle coat, looking like she was ready to go to bed.

The flower on the stranger saw the shape, just now the moment of trance disappeared, frown, "I can not rest, you sleep."

Then he looked down for the shoes.

Before his feet touched the shoes, Yan Beicheng kicked her shoes far away, then took off his boots and threw them aside, holding her to lie down.

"You --" the flower on the street raised his hand and pushed his chest, and his ears turned red quietly.

"Sleep." But Yan Beicheng just vomited a word briefly, pulled the quilt to cover for two people, then closed his eyes, without any side action.

On the stranger flower hand action, looking at Yan Beicheng close to sleep Yan Yan, the heart is actually born a bit helpless.

"I must be too tired." She murmured in a whisper, then relaxed her movements, and tried to struggle for a while, only to find that she was asleep, and his arms were like iron walls, tightly encircling her.