The bottom of Yan Mo's eyes quickly crossed a touch of treachery, and his voice was gentle: "Beicheng, in the eyes of doctors, are all patients, and there is no distinction between men and women. Moreover, the princess's technique seems to be different from others. Others are afraid that they will really learn it. If they want to learn it, they will not be able to learn it."
After a pause, he added, intentionally or unintentionally, "and the princess did the same thing before, so she didn't mind."
Is this a deliberate provocation?
The cold light at the bottom of Yan Beicheng's eyes passed, and he sneered in his heart.
In his eyes, even if they have cooperation, they are only superficial, and they must be afraid of each other.
I have to say that Yan Moli's move is really vicious.
If they are really afraid of each other, mutual suspicion, two people because of this conflict, then his later provocation will be much easier.
Unfortunately, I'm afraid he never thought that Yan Beicheng had a deep love for Mo Shanghua and would never be provoked by him.
As for the flowers on the street Although he didn't know what she thought, with her intelligence, he would not be easily provoked.
Sure enough, as soon as Yan Mo's voice fell, his eyes fell on him. His eyes were as deep as a pool.
After a short pause, her lips were as bright as peach petals. "Your Highness said that if there is an accident, I can't afford it. The Lord should be more open about it."
In his words, he implied that Yan Beicheng was narrow-minded, but his eyes were so quiet, how could he be really annoyed.
Yan North City in a flash will come over, deliberately dissatisfied with the mutter, "yes, I know."
With that, he simply turned his head, poured a cup of tea with a depressed face, and drank it by himself. It seemed that he was depressed to the extreme.
"Princess, please go on." Yan Mo Li did not seem to see the general, side eyes with the stranger on the flower path.
Mo Shanghua nodded and ignored Yan Beicheng. He lowered his head and took a silver needle to disinfect it with special alcohol.
Yan Moli also took off his clothes, not for a while, the upper body will be naked exposed to the air.
The white skin and firm muscles all show full male charm. If an ordinary woman is afraid, she will blush and heart beat on the spot. But at this time, the woman in the room is a stranger. Yan Moli's skin bag is just a person in her eyes.
When Yan Moli undressed, she didn't lift her eyes from the beginning to the end. Only after she had eliminated the poison of the silver needle, did she lift her eyes and sweep it. She concentrated on applying the needle.
Yan Beicheng, who didn't look at him, couldn't help turning his head and staring at him.
See Mo Shanghua so calm, face not red heart not jump in Yan Moli behind the needle, it is clear that Mo Shanghua is not half interested in him, but his heart of vinegar jar, or can't help but overturn the moment, the whole chest acid to the extreme.
The strength of the tea cup pinched lightly between the fingers can't help but increase slightly. The anger at the bottom of the eyes keeps beating, and it seems to burst out.
As soon as the power of the hand was out of control, a very thin crack spread slowly on the wall of the tea cup, and a very light click also sounded.
Because the voice is very light, is paying attention to the needle of Mo Shanghua, Yan Moli two people did not notice, but the bodyguard, hearing and seeing, immediately turned his head, eyes in Yan Beicheng hands of tea.
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