Transmigrated Female Support: Male God, Addicted to Teasing

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He sometimes looked back and chuckled slightly, when he nodded his head, his hands lifted slightly, and gave a charming and moving look to the person in the main seat.

However, the woman in the main seat reclined on the soft slump, supported the cheek with one hand, pinched the porcelain white wine bottle with one hand, and poured it against the red lips. Clothing. She was wearing thin and light, soaked in water, and her white skin loomed under the red yarn, revealing an invisible charm.

The charm is three points into the bone Yan, her beauty is inadvertently pouring out of the bone.

It is far from the men in those halls.

The more Fusang came in, he saw this scene again, the wine was fragrant, full of teasing and hints. His cold eyebrows didn't move, his eyes kept looking at the ground, and no longer looked at those people, including the one above the main seat.

Su Kuijian's Yue Fusang arrived, and finally put down the bottle and gently sat upright. The long, jade-like man at the door ticked his finger, and the charming, low voice slowly said: "Fu Sang, come to me." She The line of voice is very special. During the speech, it seems that there is an invisible small brush that gently touches the heart.

The men in the hall heard the words and looked at Yue Fusang's eyes, showing a hint of jealousy. They looked at the woman in the throne obsessedly, hoping to get a trace of her pity, even if they could get closer, a pro-Fang Ze, who died, would have gotten her wish.

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No matter who it is, she never made an exception, entered her bedroom, and got her eyes that charmed sentient beings. Does she have any heart? Sometimes, everyone can't help but ask a question in the heart.

The answer was fruitless, but now, there is a man who made an exception and got her answer and let him go to her.

This is an honor that none of them has ever received.

However, Yue Fusang heard the words and frowned in disgust. His eyebrows were foggy, although they were visible, but not strong. Just like his appearance, it is gentle and harmless, like a beautiful landscape painting. Light and windy, and unpredictable.

His pale lips squeezed tightly without saying a word.

Seeing this, the attendant who brought him shoved him dissatisfiedly, cursing, "What are you doing silly? The leader let you go, is it to give you a face, not to leave?"

Duan Ziyin, who stood beside her, saw a half-step and stopped in time.

Su Kui's eyes flicked casually over her, and then placed on Yue Fusang's body. Yue Fusang was pushed by him and almost didn't fall. He was no longer the tall young palace prince. In the dark room of Inroism, the tortured cheeks were deeply sunk, and the cyan wide-sleeved gown was also stained. dust. But this did not affect his appearance and temperament at all.

Some people, his temperament is revealed from the bones, not by appearance and clothing packaging.

It can be said that the more hibiscus is such a person. No wonder because Manshu is dead, and he misses him too, and he wants to retaliate, only Duan Ziyin alone, still hopes to get his heart.

Hooked his red lips, the **** eyes passed by coldly, and the people did not even see how she shot, the servant who pushed the hibiscus over and over was already rolled up by a strong wind, and flew out of the hall, hitting the stone On the wall, a spit of blood spit out.

Looking at his pale look, probably, the internal organs have been shattered.