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Meng Xian was stunned by Ling Ziliang's words. If he heard correctly, Ling Ziliang was acting coquettishly with him?

Meng Xian was startled by the thought that suddenly came to his mind. His mouth was the color of crimson cherry, tender and seemed to have a different kind of luster, and the upward corners of his lips made people feel beautiful.

Not to be fragrant.

Meng Xian simply sat beside Ling Ziliang's bed. He looked sideways at Ling Ziliang for a long time, and finally gave Ling Ziliang his hands to tuck in the quilt. It was out of good intentions, but Ling Ziliang was dissatisfied. He didn't think tucking in the quilt was useful.

How good, he opened the quilt with an angry face: "Meng Xian! Did you do it on purpose?! Do you want to heat the prince to death?"

Meng Xian was startled by Ling Ziliang's sudden and huge movement. He had almost no time to avoid it, or in other words, he never thought about avoiding it at all. He was directly attacked by Ling Ziliang's quilt. The brocade silk quilt that was lifted was directly covered with

Meng Xian's head was on Meng Xian's head, and Meng Xian's whole body was almost pressed on the bed by the quilt.

"Hey! Meng Xian, are you okay? Aren't you very good at martial arts? Why can't you dodge the tricks of the three-legged cat?" Ling Ziliang no longer looked sleepy. He saw Meng Xian being treated so easily.

I took it, and besides feeling happy, I also felt a little inexplicable excitement.

His purple and dark eyes turned, as if he had thought of something. He patted the quilt and then patted down Meng Xian who was just about to stand up and lift the quilt from his head. He even said happily: "Hahaha."

! The prince knows! It must be that the prince suddenly realized the peerless magical skill overnight, so he knocked you down!"

"Ling! Zi! Liang!" Meng Xian's spring-like aura suddenly changed. Now he still had a sense of beauty. Instead, he turned into an angry lion, destroying the quilt into a section.

rags and skeins of silk.

"Wow! Meng Xian is crazy! Don't kill me!" Ling Ziliang exclaimed, shouting and trying to escape from the bed, but how can this bed be so easy to escape from? Ling Ziliang, a loser who doesn't know any martial arts, saw it in front of him.

Just as his feet were about to hit the ground, Meng Xian used the mattress to block the ground and sent him directly back to the bed.

Ling Ziliang just had to clasp his hands and shout, "Master, please let me go." He scratched his hair pitifully. The black hair had not been tied up yet, and now it was even more messy.

his shoulders.

His smart eyes were half covered by the broken hair on his forehead. The eyes flickered in and out with his movements, as if he was deliberately swaying Meng Xian's heart. Meng Xian's hand stopped.

, the inner clothes he originally wore were also a little messy. He tidied them up, stopped looking at Ling Ziliang, turned around and went to the ground.

But Ling Ziliang was very unhappy after Meng Xian's previous counterattack. Seeing that Meng Xian was about to fall to the ground, he flew forward and hugged Meng Xian's waist.

The man clicked his tongue, which really shocked Ling Ziliang. He suddenly let go of his hand and kept talking to Meng Xian.

"Ahhhhh! Meng Xian! Are you okay! I didn't mean to break your waist!" Ling Ziliang obviously misunderstood, but his misunderstanding made Meng Xian feel a little itchy.
Chapter completed!