The two of them were stunned. Yun Ziyou's hand was still on Yan Xiaoyu's butt. Yan Xiaoyu's whole body was lying on Yun Ziyou's lap. When she saw Xiao Ninglan entering the door, her whole little face turned black.
"What are you doing? In broad daylight, do you want your life or shame?" Xiao Ninglan said coldly, her thick eyebrows furrowed and her voice extremely cold. Yan Xiaoyu immediately got up from Yun Ziyou and wanted to explain, but
Yun Ziyou took the lead.
His peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, his eyebrows were rising and falling, he was leaning on the bed, one foot on the edge of the bed, he smiled coldly and said provocatively, "Your wife is lonely in the boudoir, so I came to accompany her, Prince."
Isn’t it okay with Your Highness? How can you delay the happiness of Xiaoyu’s lower body?”
Yan Xiaoyu's face turned pale with fright. This damn Yun Ziyou was deliberately trying to frame her. She waved her hands, looked at Xiao Ninglan's gloomy face, and muttered, "No, it's not what he said..."
Yun Ziyou narrowed his peach blossom eyes, stretched out his fingers to Yan Xiaoyu, hooked his hands and said, "Xiaoyu, come here..."
Yan Xiaoyu turned to look at Yun Ziyou, and then at Xiao Ninglan. She stood there without moving. Yun Ziyou picked up the copper hook on the basket tent, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and then stabbed it between his nails with a smile.
Xiaoyu screamed in fright, jumped to Yun Ziyou's side, grabbed his hand, and said with a grimace, "I'm coming, I'm coming."
Yun Ziyou sneered, hugged Yan Xiaoyu in his arms, and looked at Xiao Ninglan with provocative eyes. Xiao Ninglan's face was extremely gloomy, and his sinister eyes seemed to burst out with cold light. He looked at the ambiguous man and woman without saying a word.
, then turned and left.
Yan Xiaoyu shouted behind him, "Xiao Ninglan, it's not what you see..."
Her mouth was covered by Yun Ziyou, who put his beautiful and voluptuous cheek next to hers and said coldly, "You don't hate Xiao Ninglan as much as before. Tell me, do you like him?"
Yan Xiaoyu glared at him and shook her head. Yun Ziyou glared at her and shouted, "Speak!"
Yan Xiaoyu pointed at the hand covering her mouth with sad eyes. Yun Ziyou smiled slightly, let go of his hand and patted Yan Xiaoyu's cheek, "Good boy, tell me, do you like me more, or Xiao Ninglan more?"
"
Yan Xiaoyu gasped and patted her rising and falling chest, "Of course I do, I like you more!"
Does she dare to say that she likes Xiao Ninglan more? I don’t know what despicable tricks this pervert will use. Yun Ziyou laughed loudly and shouted to the door, "His Royal Highness, did you hear it?"