MTL - My Wife Why is She So Cute-Chapter 17

Song Nianying stared at Yan Chuyu, and Yan Chuyu also looked at her.

These years, because she has been single, Song Nianying has countless suitors around her, and she has seen many bold and shy suitors.

No one dared to look at her like this.

My younger sister, Song Ruxi, once said that my elder sister has a pair of peach blossom eyes that seduce people's soul, whether they are tender, charming or strong, they are all in danger of sinking if people look at them.

Song Nianying wanted to see through Yan Chuyu's eyes, but there was nothing in it, it was clean.

There was only a faint trace of seeking proof, as if wanting to prove something.

Song Nianying suspected that she had read something in the book again, and wanted to practice it on herself?

After realizing it, Song Nianying raised her usual little fox-like smirk, she leaned forward, and wrapped her arms around Yan Chuyu's waist.

so cold.

Song Nianying has never hugged anyone, nor has she been hugged by anyone, except for her younger sister Song Ruxi. Ruxi is like a big heater, much warmer than Yan Chuyu.

Yan Chuyu's body was stiff, he didn't dare to move, and he held his breath.

The nostrils were filled with the mint aroma from Song Nianying's body.

They are so close.

Heartbeat to heartbeat.

The holy king clenched his hand on one side into a fist, and pursed his lips forbearance. The temptation of blood is an indelible existence carved into his soul, and she cannot suppress it no matter how much blood fruit she eats.

"Did you learn everything from books?"

Song Nianying hooked her eyes, and put her slender hand on her collarbone.

The distance was too close, the eyes were too hot, and the breathing was too provocative, Yan Chuyu wanted to back away, but how could the rabbit run away from the wolf's mouth?

Song Nianying's arms tightened, and her right hand stroked the beautiful arc of Yan Chuyu's collarbone, "What do you want to know? Is the fiancee's obligation?"

There was light in her eyes, and her lips were seductively moist. Yan Chuyu stared blankly at her lips, losing her ability to speak.

They are about the same height, but today Song Nianying came out in a hurry and didn't have time to change into her high heels. She tiptoed her toes slightly, pressed her lips to Yan Chuyu's small and crystal clear ears, and buttoned her little by little with her hands.

Her hands were so hot, it was like an unbearable torture to Yan Chuyu. As the king of vampires, she was invincible, but at this moment, the strange and turbulent excitement hit the sky like a sea of ​​waves. Now, for the first time, she had an out-of-control panic.

She wanted to hide, but she couldn't.

Yan Chuyu's face was so red that even her neck and earlobes were stained pink, all thoughts were drawn by Song Nianying's fingertips, and she felt the warm fingertips brushing her collarbone little by little, scorching hot, numb, little by little. He straightened her collar, and then fastened the buttons.

Song Nianying's fingertips were warm, and the speed was very slow, and they would always pause for a long time, which was a kind of torture for Yan Chuyu. If she didn't restrain herself, she would even exclaim in alarm, begging her not to do this.

Outside the villa.

Hua Bairou, who has turned into a flower, has turned the leaves into palms and covered the eyes of the left little mouse, "It's not suitable for children."

Zuo Die's mouse mouth was so raised that it could hang soy sauce, and the purple bow on her hair was beyond belief. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the room without blinking.

The atmosphere is too ambiguous.

Yan Chuyu's cheeks were flushed, her teeth were biting her lips, and the way her body trembled slightly due to her touch greatly flattered Song Nianying. This kind of youthfulness and throbbing of the body, no matter how powerful an actor is, can't pretend .

So much so that after the buttons were fastened, Yan Chuyu still stood there in a daze, distracted by the wonderful feeling.

she…

Within the vampire group, there is no shortage of mind control abilities, the higher the level, the stronger the control.

But these are not very effective for the Holy King. Even Xiang Yitian, the strongest mind control person in the Asura Department, can only deepen her emotions, but cannot control them.

She was born to be king and would not submit to anyone.

But now, Yan Chuyu has a feeling of worrying about gains and losses. Looking at the woman in front of her, she feels that one day, she may be able to completely control herself.

Song Nianying smiled at her ignorant look, "What's wrong?"

Yan Chuyu's eyes were blank, "The feeling just now has never been written in the book."

Song Nianying heard that the peach blossoms in her eyes were about to bloom. She couldn't control the emotions in her heart, so she raised her hand and rubbed Yan Chuyu's hair: "In the future, if you want to know, I can teach you everything slowly. Give you."

…

In the end, Shengwang still brought into full play the "veteran cadre" style of keeping promises.

After Song Nianying helped her pack her luggage, she asked tentatively, "Then I'll go back first? Are you coming tomorrow?"

In fact, there are not a few hours left, and it is not impossible to go home together.

Yan Chuyu was very reluctant, and stared at her, "I will be there on time."

Song Nianying: ...

Sure enough, the relationship between wife and wife still needs to be adjusted. Song Nianying regretted what she said just now, "Tomorrow is our first day together, and I will cook a sumptuous meal for you."

She glanced guiltyly at the instant noodle pendant on Yan Chuyu's neck. Yan Chuyu thought she wanted to change her own pendant again, but her plain hand blocked Song Nianying's sight, her red lips parted slightly, and the words Proclamation: "This is mine."

No one can take it away.

Song Nianying: ...

With the sound of the engine, Yan Chuyu stood on the spot, stared at the direction she left for a long time, and said slowly: "Hua Bairou."

A pink figure turned around and approached.

Hua Bairou arched her hands: "Yes, Holy King."

Yan Chuyu looked at her and asked, "What should I prepare when I go home for the first time?"

The Holy King is a very ceremonial vampire.

Like a token of love, like the first sentence they said, she would write it down.

Tomorrow is the first time she goes home, and she wants to leave some good things behind.

Hua Bairou: "Madam doesn't like gold, silver and jewellery, maybe flowers and fireworks are feasible."

Don't girls like this?

Yan Chuyu nodded.

Hua Bairou thought for a while, scratching her head a little: "But Holy King, it's time, almost all the shops in the world are closed, and you can't buy flowers and fireworks."

Yan Chuyu nodded, and she looked at Hua Bairou from beginning to end, and finally, her eyes fell on her thick long hair.

Hua Bairou's head felt cold, she turned around and ran, and in an instant, the wind and cloud surged, and when the rope formed by the waves wrapped around her waist, she was pulled back directly.

Oh No!!!

…

Long Zheng in Shura City received the Flying Pigeon Legend, saying that the Holy King would summon him tonight.

His face still had the scar left by the Holy King himself that ran through the entire face. When he saw this letter, his eyes were full of despair.

The law of vampires is different from that of the human world. There is no etiquette law, but the winner is king and the loser is bandit.

He has been defeated by the Holy King, so he must surrender.

Going this time, I'm afraid it's more ominous than good. He looked at Tan Ying who was crying and looking at her beside him. Long Zheng squeezed out a smile. He stretched out his arms and put his arms around her shoulders: "Don't cry, this time, I will If I can come back, I will definitely marry you into the door in a glorious manner."

Tan Ying, who was huddled in his arms, burst into tears, she looked up at him, "I'm afraid this time going will be bad luck, no matter what kind of request the Holy King makes, you have to hold back and don't make her angry anymore. "

After the last battle, Long Zheng's temper had changed a lot. He felt that his face was dull and he seldom went out.

"I will listen to you."

"Be sure to come back, I'll wait for you."

…

After a miserable farewell.

Before the bell rang, Long Zheng arrived at the Linglong Pagoda, the tallest building in his city, as requested by the Holy King.

The moonlight lingered, he bowed at ninety degrees, put his hands together: "Holy King, you call me."

Because of fear, Long Zheng's voice trembled imperceptibly, and he would never forget the powerful aura that the holy king's blue eyes stared at him with.

Standing under the moonlight, Yan Chuyu's clothes fluttered like a fairy. She turned around and looked at Long Zheng with her eyes: "I have something to ask you to do."

Long Zheng: ...

The Holy King's politeness made him panic, Long Zheng looked at Hua Bairou for help.

Hua Bairou stood on one side, rolled her eyes at Longzheng, she hadn't seen her for a few days, her hair was quite bald.

half an hour later.

Long Zheng stood on the tall building in Song Nianying Community, his hands turned into gongs, facing the sky, beating rhythmically one by one.

The gorgeous fireworks seemed to be given life in his hands. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple fireworks of various colors sometimes poured down in the sky, and sometimes shot up into the sky. At the highest point, they bloomed like flowers, dotted with brilliance. Fill the sky and light up the night.

The shimmering brilliance in the sky contrasted sharply with his unbelievable expression, "In my life... I have gone up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire for the king, and destroyed other clans. I have never done such a thing..."

Hua Bairou faced him with her bald head: "Look at me, be content."

Shura Castle under the same starlight.

King Shura's robe was blown by the wind, and under the cold moon, her mask was glowing black.

She looked at the top of the castle, watching the fireworks, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and said to a dead waiter beside her, "Let eighteen come back to life."

"Yes."

She turned to whisper to Xiang Yitian next to her: "Eight hours later, increase the Holy King's desire for human blood."

Xiang Yitian, the vampire who controls the spirit beside her, hesitated for a moment, and he leaned down: "Yes."

…

Just after taking a shower, Song Nianying, who was lying on the bed with his legs crossed and slapping toner, smiled when he saw the meteor shower outside the window. It must be some middle school boy who made a big show in order to confess his love in the middle of the night.

Don't say it, it's still pretty.

She was admiring when the doorbell rang, she frowned and wiped her hands: "Here we come."

who is this?

Such a lack of public morality, knocking on the door at twelve o'clock?

Opening the door hesitantly, Song Nianying was stunned when she saw a handful of blooming enchanting flowers standing outside the door.

Under the moonlight, Yan Chuyu was holding flowers in her hands, and behind her were fireworks blooming like glass. Under the dazzling fireworks, she looked like a **** descending on the world, her eyes were like waves, and she looked at Song Nianying scorchingly: "I'll come to you!" gone."