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

Meng Xian was startled by the thought that suddenly came out of his mind. His mouth was as tender as a cherry blossom, as if it was shining with a different luster. The corners of his lips raised upwards made people feel more beautiful.

Not fragrant.

Meng Xian simply sat beside Ling Ziliang's bed. He looked at Ling Ziliang with his body sideways for a long time. Finally, he tucked the quilt with Ling Ziliang. It was out of good intentions, but Ling Ziliang was dissatisfied. He didn't think it was tucked with the quilt.

How great, he suddenly lifted the quilt with anger on his face: "Meng Xian! Did you do it on purpose?! Do you want to burn the prince to death?"

Meng Xian was shocked by Ling Ziliang's sudden huge movement. He almost had no time to avoid it. Or he had never thought of avoiding it at all. He was directly attacked by Ling Ziliang's quilt, and the opened brocade silk was directly covered.

Meng Xian's head was almost pressed on the bed by the quilt.

"Hey! Meng Xian, are you okay? Are you very good at martial arts? Why can't you even avoid such a three-legged cat trick?" Ling Ziliang had long disappeared from his sleepy eyes. He saw Meng Xian being treated so simply

I was convinced, and I felt a little excited in my heart in addition to being happy.

His purple and black eyes turned, as if he had thought of something. He patted the quilt and then slapped Meng Xian, who was about to straighten up and lift the quilt on his head, and said happily: "Hahahahaha

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

"Ling! Zi! Liang!" Meng Xian's breath as if it was blooming in spring suddenly changed. He didn't feel a little beautiful now. He had become like an angry lion, destroying the quilt into a section.

rags and balls of silk.

"Wow! Meng Xian is crazy! Don't kill me!" Ling Ziliang exclaimed, shouting that he was about to escape from the bed, but this bed is so easy to escape? Ling Ziliang, a useless person who knows no martial arts, looks at him.

With his feet on the ground, Meng Xian blocked the ground with the mattress and sent him back to the bed.

Ling Ziliang just closed his hands and shouted loudly, "God, let me go." He scratched his hair pitifully. The black hair had not been tied up yet, and now it was even more messy and scattered.

His shoulders.

His smart eyes were also half covered by the broken hair on his forehead. Under the movement, those eyes appeared and appeared, as if they were deliberately teasing Meng Xian's heart. Meng Xian's hand stopped.

The underwear he originally wore was also a little messy. He tidied it up and stopped looking at Ling Ziliang, but turned around and went downstairs.

But Ling Ziliang was very unhappy when Meng Xian fought back like that before. Seeing Meng Xian coming to the ground, he flew forward and hugged Meng Xian's waist branch, which was soft to the point of

The man's tongue was shocked, which really scared Ling Ziliang. He suddenly let go of his hand and kept mumbling at Meng Xian.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! 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. How much did he do?
Chapter completed!