Feng Linche never expected that Zhuo Ye would suddenly grab her hand. Xingmu couldn't help but stared in shock. Even his former princess would never dare to hold his hand so boldly and intimately except when they slept together at night.
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Wait, intimacy? That doesn't seem to be the case... Feng Lince carefully identified the look on Zhuo Ye's face, and it seemed that it didn't match that ambiguous vocabulary...
I saw Zhuo Ye pulling his big hand to his nose, pulling it back and forth very seriously, and mumbling something vaguely in his little mouth. Feng Lince listened carefully, as if he was... checking
Each number?!
There were a few black lines faintly sliding across Feng Lince's forehead! Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his lips, and did not withdraw his hand in a hurry. He watched Zhuo Ye playing with his fingers in amusement. She was now
The look was really...interesting! He suddenly felt very leisurely and wanted to see when she could count him on her fingers...
The soft and smooth touch from that hand made Feng Lince's heart tremble inexplicably, as if something had slipped into the lake of his heart, causing ripples in circles...
Zhuo Ye's rosy little mouth opened and closed slightly, looking extremely delicate and attractive. Feng Linche seemed to be bewitched and couldn't help but move the hand that Zhuo Ye was holding forward.
, the fingertips gently touched the plump and beautiful lips...
Zhuo Ye frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with Feng Linche's behavior of interrupting her counting her fingers. Two delicate hands grabbed his hand and pulled it back hard, but Feng Linche's fingers remained motionless.
On her lips!
After the two were in a stalemate for a long time, Zhuo Ye's big, bright eyes suddenly blinked in confusion, and then he opened his mouth lightly, stretched out his small tongue, and licked Feng Linche's finger...
A tingling and wonderful feeling spread all over Feng Linche's body along his fingertips!
Feng Lince's body trembled, and he took his hand back from Zhuo Ye's hands like an electric shock.
Zhuo Ye blinked blankly twice again, a little confused. Didn't he ask her how many times that was? She hadn't finished counting yet...
"You're drunk!" Feng Lince said in a deep voice. There was a hint of sullenness in his tone, which seemed to be a sign of surprise and anger at his own strong reaction.
"Oh." Zhuo Ye responded stupidly, nodding as if he understood but also didn't understand.
Feng Lince sighed softly as if he had realized something, so that's it... No wonder she refused to drink...
Glancing at Zhuo Ye who was looking at him obediently, as if waiting for his next instruction, Feng Linche raised his eyebrows, and a hint of curiosity appeared in his deep eyes. He suddenly wanted to know how drunk she was.
To what extent...
"Do you know who I am?" Feng Linche asked.
"Yes, Feng San." Zhuo Ye answered obediently, and then changed his words as if he felt something was wrong: "Feng Lince."
Calling him by his first name... Feng Lince raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, this girl had never regarded him as a prince! However, he didn't seem to dislike her calling him that...
"Then...what kind of person am I?" Feng Linche asked again in a wicked way.
"Bossy and domineering! Very bad and annoying ice cube! Facial paralysis!" Zhuo Ye quickly answered, and after that, he nodded his head seriously and firmly...