How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 92 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (13)

   He frowned slightly, and he could faintly see through his black hair to see the white and flawless neck.

At this moment, that piece of skin was half-covered, glowing like jade, which gave Rong Bo an inexplicable impulse in his heart, the thought that the taste would be good when he bit it. This strange thought made him not feel that there was anything wrong. .

   "Rongbo!"

  The young man was obviously very angry, she didn't even call the second emperor brother, she was struggling all over her body, and her usually noble and arrogant face showed a flushed blush from anger.

   is not as annoying as it used to be.

   Rong Bo laughed and refused to get up. Seeing that her hands were dishonest, he clamped them directly.

   "Called Brother Erhuang."

   Wen Xien was really reluctant to call, but it was really embarrassing to be pinned down by the second prince in front of so many people.

But when the second prince's left face was pressed against her right face, the other hand was still pulling her clothes, and the second prince's extremely vile voice was heard, "If you just strip your clothes here, let everyone Come and see, and let them all touch the fourth brother, do you think?"

The warm and scorching breath and vicious words made the young man's indifferent expression suddenly stiff, and it seemed that he finally brought out a pale and reluctant nervousness on this arrogant face, "How dare you !"

   Rong Bo smiled and rubbed his left cheek against the delicate and warm right cheek of a young man. His originally dignified and stern face was dyed with a dark and evil connotation.

   He continued to intimidate, his hand was already on the boy's belt, and he twisted it **** the boy's waist.

The delicate and picturesque eyebrows twitched in pain, but the pair of black and bright eyes were cold, with an innocence and stubbornness that was generally young and vigorous, and would never admit defeat, but when he found that Rong Bo was really starting to move, he didn't know what to do. Panicked.

   Biting his pale lips in humiliation: "Second brother..."

   Rong Bo paused, stood up a little, and watched the young man hold back his anger and press his pale lips tightly.

   He felt that he was a little naive and had nothing to do with this person.

   Rong Bo returned to his previous introverted and indifferent appearance, got up and stood up.

   The books on the ground have been picked up and placed neatly.

  Wen Xien pushed the reading companion's hand away and stood up with a cold face. She sorted out her messy clothes with a gloomy and terrible expression.

   "Fourth Prince, the wood carving has been found."

  The young man slowly raised his eyes, and he was looking at the wooden sculpture that had become two halves. She said word by word, "Who is it!"

   Accompanying the study did not dare to let out the atmosphere, and the cold sweat broke out from the young man's gaze, "It's the Ninth Prince..."

  The boy came to the slender boy with a whole body of coldness.

   The boy lowered his head, his fingertips clenched the corner of his shirt tightly, his exposed skin was pale, but his lips were eerily red.

   "Did you take it?" The young man looked lazy and his eyes darkened.

  Rong Yiqing raised his face tremblingly, with bright red lips and pale skin, the color difference between the two extremes gave a very strange feeling.

   But when Wen Xien saw this face, a flash of interest flashed.

   "You're also a prince anyway, why do you look like a refugee?"

   The boy laughed as if he was sneering, but his hand reached out and gently stroked the boy's cheek.

   The words of humiliation came into his ears, and Rong Yiqing only felt that the blood all over his body cooled down inch by inch, and the fingers that touched his face made him almost want to vomit.

  The boundless fear came like a tide, and it almost took his breath away.

   (end of this chapter)