Chapter 1702 (1/2)

Yan Beicheng stood quietly in the dark, looking at the delicate cheek with warm light reflected by the flowers and candles on the street. The eye light stopped at his tired eyebrows and eyes. Between the black phoenix eyes, there was a touch of heartache.

He moved his steps. At this time, he suddenly realized that there was someone in the room. His eyes were suddenly sharp, but when he saw the person coming, he immediately returned to calm. His voice was rare to ease and hoarse because of fatigue. ”So late at night, why don't you have a rest? What are you doing here?”

Yan Beicheng didn't answer immediately. Instead, he suddenly stepped forward and picked her up. The corner of his lips aroused a smile of evil. ”Concubine AI has become more and more charming recently. It's inevitable that I will come here.”

While talking, he came to the bed with flowers in his arms.

Mo Shanghua was surprised. He really thought that Yan Beicheng was going to do something. He jumped from his arms. He wanted to jump to the ground, but Yan Beicheng stopped him and fell directly on the bed.

Before he had time to respond, Yan Beicheng had already sat beside the bed, and his slender big hand touched her ankle.

The flower on the street couldn't help but sit up and tug at Yan Beicheng's sleeve. ”Yan Beicheng, don't be fooled.”

”Who told you that I was going to fool around?” Yan North City sword eyebrow funny like picked, and then one side low Mou action gently help her take off shoes and socks, one side way: ”this king can't you think so dirty.”

As soon as the shoes and socks were taken off, the jade feet were as white as lotus roots. But the soft soles of the feet were blistered at some time. It was quite eye-catching to go forward.

Mo Shanghua was stunned because of Yan Beicheng's words. She didn't even notice the coolness brought by her shoes and socks. She just stared at Yan Beicheng.

”I don't know what to do. If it hurts, shout it out.” Yan Beicheng looked at the blisters on Mo Shanghua's feet. He twisted his eyebrows deeply and asked in a low voice. He began to squeeze out the blisters on her feet one by one. After wiping them with a handkerchief, he took out a circular porcelain vase the size of a thumb from his waist. His fingers were stained with cream and carefully smeared on the blisters.

After that, he took off the other shoe and sock and repeated his action.

Mo Shanghua had already returned to her mind, and her eyes were out of control, staring at Yan Beicheng from beginning to end.

These blisters, she walked for a day, did not find, more did not care, how Yan Beicheng looked so concerned about the appearance.

I don't know if it's her illusion. She always feels that there is countless tenderness in Yan Beicheng's deep eyes. But once she looks at it carefully, it will disappear like a bubble, which makes her confused. She always doesn't know whether it's true or not.

”Why, I'm fascinated by you?” It was at that time that Yan Beicheng didn't know when to deal with her other foot, and her serious appearance disappeared completely, returning to her old dandy appearance.

The ear lobes of the flowers on the street were tiny and indisputable. They were a little faint red. They pulled the brocade quilt and indented the jade feet into the brocade quilt. They said, ”I'm just thinking about things. If you're busy, you can go immediately.”

Yan Beicheng's delicate facial features suddenly wrinkled together, and his face was full of grievances. ”I just helped the princess deal with the injury. How can you have the heart to drive me away now?”

”It's almost dawn. What can you do if you stay here? Why don't you go back and have a good sleep, so that you won't lose your spirit tomorrow.” Mo Shanghua stares at Yan Beicheng's face full of grievances. She feels a little soft in her heart. She turns her head and opens her mouth with cold cheek.

”It's the same for me to sleep with the princess.” With that, Yan Beicheng took off his shoes and socks, turned over to bed, pulled the brocade quilt on the flower, and wrapped himself in it.

Mo Shanghua's body subconsciously shrinks toward the inside, and Yan Beicheng is lying on the bed directly with the situation. He is very proud and raises his hand to hold her thin shoulder. ”It's late. Let's go to bed earlier.”