Academy of Fire Princess (Eighteen)

  Huǒ Língér woke up from her dream, turned sideways and saw a familiar figure lying beside her. Before she could scream or feel shy, she just wanted to quietly indulge in the current beautiful scene.

  His thick eyebrows rose slightly upwards in rebellion, his long and slightly curled eyelashes covering his clear eyes, his straight nose bridge, his lips as tender as rose petals curved into a hint of an unruly smile, his perfect white skin radiating a soft glow, his majestic physique, the half-opened chest of his sleeping gown making him look charmingly seductive.

  All I've ever seen is him when he's awake, but him when he's asleep is a first.

  Who would have thought that even when sleeping, someone can still give off such a bad vibe! It's as if his wickedness has penetrated deep into his bones.

  It's also hard to believe those women would love him so much.

  He is simply the most proud masterpiece of God, everything he has been given is so good, status, position, appearance, IQ.

  What else can't he get?

  Huǒ Líng'er's fingers crawled over his nose bridge, slid across his cheek, grasped his smooth hair and placed it on the tip of her nose to sniff lightly. The faint floral scent spread from the tip of her nose to her heart, giving her a sense of calm that made her feel attached to this fragrance.

  If you were still you.

  If you don't change.

  How wonderful would that be? Unfortunately, you now have your own beloved woman, and I couldn't possibly become a third party in between.

  Huǒ Língér put down the hair in her hand, smiled and bowed her head to a stop at one centimeter from Huā Yuè Yè.

  She carefully observed the intoxicating flower moon night below her, and the stubbornness in her heart disappeared thoroughly. She thought of their various contradictions and quarrels, but now she just wanted to laugh them off.

  The people who know you best won't be your friends.

  He is your lifelong enemy.

  Huayueye is probably the one who understands her best. He always appears at the moment she needs him most and helps her get out of trouble.

  Since when?

  Can't remember long ago!

  "Sleeping so soundly, not even afraid of being taken advantage of, if it were those loose women..." Huo Ling'er muttered to herself, her complex mind thinking of certain lecherous men surrounded by women, a chill ran down her spine afterwards.

  The flower moon night was still asleep, Huo Ling'er's chest was stuffy, she wanted to wake up certain people and re-educate him not to sleep so easily in front of women again.

  "Alas, why did I bother meddling in other people's business?"

  Huǒ Língér relaxed the collar of her flower-patterned nightgown.

  The more flustered the moment, the easier it is for accidents to happen, and the tight collar made Huo Ling'er grab it suddenly loosen.

  Sexy chest, ancient bronze-colored plump outline, not inferior to Apollo's figure. Huo Ling'er was stunned for a moment, thinking he was a woman with skin, but now it seems that he is still quite capable.

  Huǒ Líng'er looked at him with a gaze of admiration, curiously poking him from time to time with her fingers.

  The stiff texture made her blush and skip a beat.

  After looking enough, she could only straddle his body, holding the buttons on both sides in her hands and helping him fasten them.

  "It's just that I'm so kind-hearted, if it were someone else, they wouldn't miss the chance to take advantage of your three-point-one-line." Huo Ling'er said with a burst of courage, trying her best to look calm and collected, so as not to appear flustered.

  Who knew! The flower moon night is no longer a good baby.

  He skillfully picked up Huo Ling'er from his body while he was asleep and pressed her onto his broad chest.

  Huǒ Língér, what a coincidence, facing each other.

  It is indeed ————

  His plump lips!