How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 91

   Chapter 91 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (12)

   When it was the second prince's turn, the accompanying reading stopped, only the second prince sat with an expressionless face, which was very different.

   Rong Bo's brows furrowed a little, and he stared at the companion with a heavy gaze.

   Even though he is sitting, he gives a very noble aura

   I don't dare to move too much while reading with me.

   "Don't touch my things." The second prince's tone was flat, but there was a hint of anger.

   Wen Xien walked up to Rong Bo and said extremely defiantly, "Get up."

  The second prince stared straight at the young man, was silent for a while, and then said in a compromised voice, "I didn't take it."

  Wen Xien doesn't care whether he has it or not. She must search for it because of the fact that she is allowed to gain her face.

   "The ghost knows whether you take it or not. If you don't let me search it, you have a ghost in your heart."

  Rong Bo's sharp-edged eyebrows sank, but his expression did not move. He searched the table himself, then raised his head and asked lightly, "Are you satisfied?"

   The young man who never knew how to restrain looked down at the second prince, his brows were mean and arrogant, "No, I want to search it myself."

   The young second prince's eyes suddenly turned cold, he stood up, his thin lips pursed tightly, "I said, I didn't take it."

   Over and over again, his willfulness caused Rong Bo to become impatient. His temperament was inherently bad. At this time, he was still very young and could not control the emotions on his face.

  's indifferent tone made Wen Xien even more irritable. She didn't want to talk nonsense, she just reached out to search by herself.

   Rong Bo grabbed her wrist and exerted his strength secretly, looking straight at the boy with light-colored eyes like glaze, and looked down at her with a look of contempt.

   The spoiled boy kicked his desk over with one kick. The loud noise shocked the prince who was watching the fun.

  [Wen Xien wants to cry: I'm sorry, brother, I don't want to do this either, I was forced by this system! ]

  [The inexplicable back pot man. System: ...Go away. ]

   The second prince clenched his fists, his veins burst, and his expression was gloomy.

   He endured it, he couldn't help but grabbed the collar of the boy, pushed her back, stepped closer, pointed to the messy book on the ground, "Pick it up."

   Wen Xien staggered back a few steps, holding her delicate chin up without fear, "Impossible."

   No matter how precocious and introverted Rong Bo is, in the final analysis, he is still young and energetic.

   The two of them started fighting like this. It can't be called a fight. It was just rolling around on the ground like a child.

   In the end, it was the second prince who suppressed the man. Compared with the panting of the young man under him, Rong Bo's breathing was still steady, except that the collar was a little messy.

   A rare smile appeared on Rong Bo's cold and stern face, especially when he looked at the young man who was angry and unable to struggle, it made his mood even better, and the depression in his heart dissipated a little.

   Rong Bo lowered his head and leaned close to the boy's ear. He wanted to give people a sneer, but he didn't want to get close, but was tempted by the cold fragrance from the other side for a moment.

  This taste is different from the various incense sticks in the palaces and palaces, which are lit around the house, but a very thin light.

   is something he has never smelled before. It smells so good.

   Uncontrollable, Rong Bo leaned a little closer to Ren Mo's hair, a light cold cord wrapped around his nostrils, as if incense coming from his bones, with an inexplicable bewitchment.

   Wen Xien: I'm not bad!

   (end of this chapter)

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