Chapter 1765 (2/2)

Mo Shanghua's body suddenly froze. Before he could react, he was put down by Yan Beicheng.

But he, a royal son born with dignity, bent down and took off her shoes.

”You...” The flower on the street was surprised by his action and stared at him. For a moment, he didn't know how to deal with himself.

”I'm tired. I want to have a rest. You can go there quickly.” Before returning from such tenderness and carefulness, Yan Beicheng's words brought her back to reality.

Just now, she was just a master of Kung Fu. Yan Beicheng took off his shirt and stood in front of her in a thin Chinese dress, ready to go to bed.

The flower on the street saw that the trance disappeared and frowned, ”I don't need to rest. You can go to bed.”

Then he looked down for the shoes.

Before his feet touched her shoes, Yan Beicheng raised his feet and kicked her shoes far away, then directly took off his boots and threw them aside, holding her and lying down.

”You --” Mo Shanghua raised his hand and pushed his chest, his ears turned red quietly.

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

Mo Shanghua's hand moves and looks at Yan Beicheng's sleeping face, which is so close to Yan Beicheng that she has some helplessness in her heart.

”I must be too tired.” She whispered a word, and put light action, trying to struggle for a while, only to find that it is asleep, his arm is like an iron wall, tightly around her.