Chapter 565: Pure and witty and handsome monk 40

Azhao: "..."
Coral Pearl: "..."
They almost squatted down immediately: "His Royal Highness."
"Go down." Zhan Ming said faintly.
Coral said in a hurry: "His Royal Highness, the maiden is just, just hungry..."
Zhan Ming took a glimpse of her.
Azhao said: "Okay, coral, pearl, you all go down."
Corals and pearls can't, and they are retiring with concern.
When everyone left, Zhan Ming faded the layer of indifference.
He looked at A Zhao like this, and asked with a smile: "Hungry?"
Azhao looked at him with big eyes. When he smiled like this, he looked at it and looked like the master of the Ming Dynasty.
It is only Master Zhan Ming who will not wear a robes and be married to her.
A Zhao did not accidentally see the taste of petting from Zhan Ming's face.
She used to be a delicate, especially in front of people who are accustomed to herself.
When I saw Zhan Ming like this, there was no discomfort, and she had to give birth to a discomfort.
Immediately she said: "I am very hungry. I got up so early. They only gave me some cakes. I didn't give tea. I have been away for so long, and I have a good crown..."
She complained a lot, and Zhan Ming looked at her like this.

Is it hungry?
he asked.
Azhao shook her head. She had just eaten so many pastries and poured two cups of tea, enough to be full.
One hand gently rubbed over the corner of her mouth.
Zhan Ming wiped the piece of peanut skin and sighed: "It seems that I have married a greedy Prince."
Azhao was a little embarrassed. Hearing this, he was justified: "Not two peanuts, so many beds."

Is it delicious?
asked Zhan Ming.
Azhao didn't know how he asked this, nodded: "It's delicious, you can try it too."
She touched it backwards, and she touched a few of the big red hi-bes behind her: "Give you."
Zhan Ming did not reach out.
"I want to try it, the Prince has tasted it."
A Zhao's face was a little red.
She is not a girl who is really unaccompanied. This kind of flirting discourse is naturally understandable.
"you……"
One hand has come to her lips, gently rubbing it, fainting a blush of rouge, reflected in the white skin.
The air seemed to heat up in a flash.
When the lip was bullied, Azhao was still thinking about a question: He is a monk, where do you know these things?
Soon she had no time to think about it.
A Zhao was crushed on the quilt. The bedclothes on his body had long since disappeared and were thrown on the soft bed next to the bed, along with Zhan Ming.
Touching each other's skin, the warm and smooth touch made Zhan Ming sigh.
It’s the newlyweds, and it’s full of love.
In the case of Zhan Ming, such desires and impulses came too fast and too fierce, and he could not help but endure it.
He likes to hold her, watching her fall because of herself, because she is showing a charming and confusing appearance. He leaned over and kissed Azhao crying red eyes because of his inability, and the tears of the tongue rolled off the tears, sticking to her ear: "This peanut, really tastes good."
Azhao hated and looked up and bit him, but only exchanged for more intense action.
She didn't have the strength at the end, and she could only pull the back of her back with powerlessness, and she didn't know when she slept.

Hey, see you at night.