"Princess, you're not angry Miss Yun is clearly trying to...to steal the Young Master away from us!"How could a princess remain unmovedIf she were a princess, she would go straight there, drag Chu We...Chu Qingge had a dream all night.

In my dreams, there's always someone pressing down on me. That reckless hand is still roaming around.

He actually touched her... Cough! It's indescribable!

That's outrageous!

But my eyelids are so heavy, I can't wake up.

By the time he managed to wake up, it was nearly midday of the second day.

My head hurts so much, and my whole body feels like it's falling apart.

However, it wasn't that she was completely broken down by men, but rather that her whole body felt like there wasn't a single piece of good flesh left.

Feng Yu-hua's those punches and kicks....

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, not yet opening them, when she heard Qiao'er's chirpy voice: "Princess, you're finally awake Qiao'er was scared to death, I thought you were going to sleep for a whole day and night!"

Chu Qingge didn't respond, but her mood improved a little because of Qiao'er's voice.

Although this girl talks a lot and is quite timid, hearing her prattle brings me comfort.

There's a feeling, coming home.

"How is the Fourth Miss Can she get up"

Only when I opened my mouth did I realize that my voice was so hoarse. It was the result of drinking too much.

Qia'er was stunned for a moment, shaking her head. "This... I don't know. I haven't left the Princess Garden today."

Chu Qingge sat up with her help, washed up, and drank two full cups of warm tea water before her head finally cleared completely.

"Ouch!" she reached out and touched her lips, as if they were hurt.

Qiao'er glanced at her lips and blushed instantly, giggling: "Princess, look for yourself!"

She took out the mirror.

Chu Qingge finally saw clearly the wound on her lips, a small bite mark.

She glanced at Qiaoer, wondering if she had been biting her lips like meat while she was asleep.

Seeing her confused look, Qiao'er knew the princess definitely didn't even remember who sent her back last night.

"Princess, don't look at me. How would I know how the Prince nibbled those wounds"

"Feng Li Ye" she frowned, did she see him last night How could she have no memory of it

"Yes, last night, the young master stayed in the princess's room for a long time. This wound... hehe!"

Qiao'er smiled, covering her lips.

He was smiling in a very ambiguous way.

"That fellow... stayed in my room for a long time What was he doing"

After asking that question, an inexplicable blush appeared on Qingge's face.

There was a suspicious blush, her cheeks slightly flushed, with a hint of heat.

Last night's dream, that man pressed on top of her, not only biting her lips randomly, but even his hands were pressed on her...

No, impossible!

"Who doesn't know he wouldn't even touch me"

Chu Qingge was about to roll her eyes, she was almost led astray by Qiao'er.

It was just a dream! It must have been when I was dreaming, biting my own lip, that I dreamed about a man gnawing on my lips.

She stood up and stretched.

"Princess, last night, it was truly the Young Master who accompanied you." Qiao'er was a little upset. How could the princess not believe her!

"The princess got drunk at Feng Huayuan, but it was still the Crown Prince who carried you back."

"Please, he'd be willing to hold me"

"He..." Qiao'er was taken aback, not knowing whether to tell the truth.

The young master indeed wasn't carrying her back, the young master was...hefting her back.

Chu Qingge saw the look on her face and knew that taking her back, no matter how hard she tried, was impossible.

"Alright, get me a set of clothes. I'm going to see if Feng Yuhua can still get up."

She didn't remember what the man was like, but she clearly remembered beating Feng Yuhua badly.

"Princess..."

Stop talking and hurry up!

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