"Hahaha, I didn't hook up and get married as you said, and I only kissed you one. Why are you not happy?"

Ye Yaorao lay halfway on the couch, her head moved slightly and avoided the cushion, and her ink hair scattered on her shoulders, making her charming and evil.

"Hmph!" Murong Ningyue turned around and turned her back to Ye Yaorao, not wanting to say anything to him anymore. She just sat quietly, closed her eyes tightly, and never spoke again.

Ye Yaorao behind her was leaning lazily, and her eyes never moved away from Murong Ningyue from beginning to end.

The entire carriage suddenly felt quiet and peaceful. If Murong Ningyue opened her eyes at this time, she would find that Ye Yaorao's eyes when she looked at her were full of light and favor, which was an expression that the Emperor Ye Yaorao had never appeared before.

After almost a quarter of an hour, Murong Ningyue suddenly opened her eyes, flashed quickly and headed towards Ye Yaorao.

This is what I want her to admit defeat, just kidding!

In the blink of an eye, Murong Ningyue condensed a dagger with his spiritual power. The dagger was extremely sharp, flashing with a cold light, and stabbed Ye Yaorao like lightning!

Ye Yaorao had no intention of dodging at all. He only pursed his thin lips and squinted his right hand in a 'v' shape. Murong Ningyue's actions were immediately stopped.

I saw Ye Yaorao's slender fingers holding a dagger made of spiritual power, which was small and light, while Murong Ningyue was holding the hilt of the dagger.

Murong Ningyue looked at Ye Yaorao's actions and knew that he had noticed his intention in advance, so she simply let go of her hands and feet, withdrew her dagger, rushed forward directly, and fisted towards Ye Yaorao's face.

You think that I am so easy to kiss. Even if you can't beat you, you have to work hard to fight. Her evil god will never lose to the man in front of you!

But no matter how hard Murong Ningyue struggles, it will be useless. In the face of the absolute gap in strength, everything becomes unimportant.

Ye Yaorao Feng Qingyun made a move indifferently, and seemed to hold it inadvertently, but it just clenched Murong Ningyue's slender fists in her palms. With the trend, Murong Ningyue's whole body entered Ye Yaorao's arms.

Murong Ningyue pushed her elbow back hard. She originally thought Ye Yaorao would dodge her, but unexpectedly Ye Yaorao did not dodge her, but turned sideways, clamped Murong Ningyue's elbow under his armpits, and easily fixed Murong Ningyue.

Murong Ningyue raised her foot unwillingly and was about to kick it over. Unexpectedly, Ye Yaorao directly hugged Murong Ningyue and fell onto the couch, stretched out one foot to press Murong Ningyue's legs firmly underneath.

His hands and feet were bound, and Murong Ningyue was held in Ye Yaorao's arms and pressed under her. No matter how you look at such a scene, it is ambiguous.

"You bastard, let me go!" Murong Ningyue cursed loudly in anger. Her blushing cheeks were because her posture was too embarrassing, and on the other hand, because she couldn't beat her up.

"I have a name, you can call me Ye Yaorao!"

Ye Yaorao looked at Murong Ningyue who was still struggling. Her face was flushed with excitement, but it added a little more charming. She lowered her head and directly blocked her red lips that were chattering.
Chapter completed!