The unfamiliar feeling of familiarity instantly invaded Leng Yuhan's nerves. Leng Yuhan tried to push Ran Mofeng's body away, but found that Ran Mofeng was very strong and trying to break free was in vain.

Ran Mofeng held Leng Yuhan's body tightly and Leng Yuhan could not resist. He could only gradually soften in Ran Mofeng's arms until he surrendered.

"Why, why?"

Panting heavily, Leng Yuhan leaned against Ran Mofeng's arms with red cheeks, smelling the faint lotus fragrance from Ran Mofeng's body.

‘Is what Yan’er said last time true?’[

Touching Leng Yuhan's slightly warm face, Ran Mofeng did not answer Leng Yuhan's words, but quietly looked at the woman in his arms, with a faint pain in his eyes.

"Is there any difference between real and fake? Mo Feng thinks this king is dirty, right?"

Breaking away from Ran Mofeng's arms, Leng Yuhan was very disgusted with Ran Mofeng's question. Leng Yuhan felt very unbalanced. Why do men think that men are dirty when there are so many women?

Ran Mofeng stood there for a while, then turned around and walked back to the table, picked up a pen, dipped the ink remaining on the table and wrote a long message on the paper. After writing, he handed it to Leng Yuhan to read.

"What?"

Leng Yuhan looked patiently with doubts.

'It's not that Yan'er is dirty. Mo Feng blames himself for making Yan'er suffer like that. Whenever he sees Yan'er, he will think of Yan'er's experience. His heart hurts so much that he dare not touch her, so he can only

Looking at Yan'er's back from a distance, Mo Feng's heart was still hurting and he was still blaming himself. What should I do? Can it be eaten cold?'

"Huh? Haha!"

Ran Mofeng's serious expression coupled with the humorous ending on the paper made Leng Yuhan laugh heartily.

"Nothing like that happened. Brother Sanhuang took some advantage, but it's not that serious!"

At that time, Leng Yuhan just wanted to arouse Ran Mofeng's sympathy so that Ran Mofeng could stand on Huangfeng's side when the two countries were at war. He never expected that it would cause such a big harm to Ran Mofeng.

I didn't expect that Ran Mofeng would be so painful that he would stay away from him because of such adverse effects.

'real?'

He didn't quite believe Leng Yuhan's words, and Ran Mofeng's suspicious eyes were very real.

"Really. Brother Sanhuang only touched here, here, and here."

Leng Yuhan quickly pointed at the places where Ran Xiaoning had touched her body, from her chest to her calves. Every time Leng Yuhan pointed at a place, Ran Mofeng's face darkened.

After three rounds, Ran Mofeng's face had turned livid.

'Is it fun to play Mo Feng? Your Majesty!'

The ignited anger is difficult to extinguish. Does this woman know that such a scene makes people feel heartache?

Every sleepless night, every regret and guilt of self-blame, are they so worthless in the eyes of this woman?[

"I just don't want to bruise my head anymore! Look at this scar on my forehead, it's going to make me bruised to pieces!"

Knowing that Ran Mofeng was about to lose his temper, Leng Yuhan hurriedly pushed aside his bangs to reveal the pink scar on his head that had not faded.

'Then the prince said, how should Mo Feng thank the prince for playing such a big joke on Mo Feng?'

I don't know whether it was because he was lucky or depressed, but when Ran Mofeng saw the scar on Leng Yuhan's head, he felt inexplicably relaxed in his heart. He showed a rare smile towards Leng Yuhan, and there was still a hint of brewing in the smile.

It smells of danger.

"Thank you, no need! I didn't expect that it would make Mo Feng so distressed!"

Leng Yuhan also saw Ran Mofeng's sense of danger. He glanced in the direction of the door with his peripheral vision uneasily, and ran away the next second.

Want to run?

Don’t even look at whose territory this is?

After all, he is in his Long Liang realm, okay?

Ran Mofeng turned around, wrapped his long arms around Leng Yuhan's waist, and pulled him into his arms. Leng Yuhan was held tightly in Ran Mofeng's arms without even touching the door.

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'How long has it been since Mo Feng touched Yan'er?'

It has been more than half a month since Cheng Huan broke up and Beauty Building has been open for business. Ran Mofeng calculated it carefully in his mind. It would add up to a month. How did he survive this month? Ran Mofeng himself

He didn't even know. With a strong fire of love in his eyes, Ran Mofeng buried his head in Leng Yuhan's hair, smelling Leng Yuhan's natural hair fragrance, thinking and remembering.

"This, this question~"

How to answer? Shouldn't a man take the initiative in this kind of thing? Is it possible for me, a woman, to take the initiative to post it to you?

Leng Yuhan rolled his eyes angrily and asked in his mind.

‘How about? Let’s make up the full amount that the prince owes Mo Feng for this month today? It’s Mo Feng’s turn, right?’

"One month? It's too tiring! I don't want it!"

Leng Yuhan was very surprised. When did Ran Mofeng start to be such a womanizer?

'That half month?'

Taking a decisive step back, Ran Mofeng tried to discuss with Leng Yuhan.

"No~"

After not seeing each other for three days, Leng Yuhan felt that he and Ran Mofeng had not seen each other for a day, so why should they look at each other differently? [

‘Then you can replenish it as much as you want. If you can’t replenish it, you can replenish it tomorrow!’

Picking up Leng Yuhan and walking towards the bed, Ran Mofeng was in a good mood and made a decision that he would not treat himself badly.

"Um?"

After reading what Ran Mofeng wrote in his palm, Leng Yuhan was basically in a state of collapse and vomiting blood.

Is this Xiami’s idea?
Chapter completed!