Yuehua's thoughts were flying, and various pictures flashed in her mind, and her breath was a little messy. A stinging pain woke him up. He looked around and found that Zhong Yihuan had a silver needle and stabbed him in his collarbone.

"What are you doing?"

Yuehua asked.

Zhong Yihuan said: "Can't you see it?"

I'll make a mark for tattoos, so I can save you from attracting bees and butterflies."

Yuehua was stunned, and then she realized that she was stabbing the tooth mark. Such a private thing, coupled with the random thoughts just now, made him blush.

Zhong Yihuan's fingers were a little cold, and it was a little painful, and his senses became very strange. The part of his collarbone became particularly sensitive. He said mutely: "The prisoner's tattoo!"

"Not that," Zhong Yihuan explained with a good temper: "This is my mark. With this mark, you are my person."

You are my person! This sentence came to Yuehua's ears, bringing an indescribable strange feeling. He felt his heart beating faster and his body was a little stuffy and irritable. He looked up at Zhong Yihuan and closed his eyes weakly.

Zhong Yihuan looked down and said, "You don't have to be shy. This is a normal physiological reaction. If you are not hard, it proves that I am not charming at all."

Yuehua "..." He closed his eyes and didn't want to say a word.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhong Yihuan’s cold claws finally left him. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that the little princess was still staring at his chest, as if looking at his work. Although he was a man, Yuehua was still a little embarrassed. He got up and closed his clothes, but Zhong Yihuan smiled like a fairy: “Don’t you look at it?

Very beautiful.”

Yuehua didn't want to see this kind of obviously insulting thing. He admired himself just now when he thought about it. He just cared about his lower body and forgot his dignity.

"You like it so much, how about I mark one on you?"

He said.

This was the first time Zhong Yihuan saw him get such a temper, and suddenly felt a little cute and felt much better: "No, I am your master, I can do anything to you, and what you do to me must be approved by me."

Yuehua snorted coldly and knew it was like this.

Zhong Yihuan was in a good mood. Looking at his rosy lips, he suddenly wanted to kiss him, but as soon as he approached, Yuehua turned his head and opened her head.

Zhong Yihuan was not bothered: "It doesn't matter, we have time tonight."

"You..." Yuehua wanted to say something and sighed: "Forget it."

Zhong Yihuan knew what he was going to say, but she didn't care at all. She glanced at his tightly blocked chest and said, "Do you want to go out with me to see your old lover?"

"She is not my old lover."

This greatly pleased Zhong Yihuan, who was in a good mood and said, "Then whether you go or not, just wear clothes."

Of course Yuehua wanted to go. Although he didn't like Miss Liu Er, he saved him. Zhong Yihuan was like a little devil in his eyes. He was worried that she would have any trouble.

Yuehua changed into a navy blue robe. This was what Zhong Yihuan asked for, not because she threw away Yuehua's clothes, and she didn't have men's clothes here, so she went to borrow them from Wei Chenguang.

Yuehua looks very beautiful no matter what she wears. She used to wear bright red and ostentatious, but now she wears navy blue and looks very elegant and elegant, and she is a bit noble.

Zhong Yihuan was very satisfied: "Good-looking."

Yuehua also found it novel, but her eyes soon dimmed.

After all, what is he?
Chapter completed!