The Third Prince would not do such a childish thing as a battle with the butter. His vengeance is always calculated using all kinds of clever numbers. When will it be the turn to... apply butter

Su Yu: "..."

The plan failed and the heart was sad.

"Then." Su Yu said angrily.

Yan Weiliang walked straight towards the locker room.

Chu Yuwen happened to sit in that direction too.

When passing by Chu Yuwen, the originally careless man suddenly raised his head and said meaningfully to him: "The smell of Your Highness makes me a little familiar with it."

Yan Weiliang stopped and turned to look at him.

What does Chu Yuwen mean?

Yan Weiliang pointed at the three-layer cream cake next to him without changing his face: "Do you want some?"

Chu Yuwen looked at Yan Weiliang's handsome and flawless face, and after a while, he said, "But I want you, Your Highness, even more."

Yan Weiliang's pupils shrank.

Chu Yuwen smiled and said the second half: "—— butter on the body."

Yan Weiliang said calmly: "I am very grateful to the Marshal who is willing to lick this palace clean. Please."

"...Ha." Chu Yuwen laughed softly, then stood up and approached, looking like the two of them were whispering.

Yan Weiliang clearly felt the burning breath in his ears, and then someone gently licked the earlobe.

"I've also touched my ears." Chu Yuwen took back the tip of his tongue, still feeling unsatisfied.

"Compared with the one in my family, the smell on Your Highness is indeed better." Chu Yuwen chuckled, "I like it very much."

“…”

Yan Weiliang's heart burst into a red light.

Go to death, Chu Yuwen!

Do you know Ruian at your family when you are flirting with flowers outside?!

I don’t know where the anger came from, but Yan Weiliangxin picked up the three-layer cream cake beside him.

"...scumbag." Yan Weiliang cursed very lowly, and suddenly pressed the person to the ground. He sat on the waist and grabbed Chu Yuwen's tie with one hand, and pasted the cream cake on his face with the other.

Chu Yuwen could have avoided, but did not resist, allowing Yan Weiliang to vent.

Yan Weiliang sat on Chu Yuwen, looked down at him from a high place, and said coldly: "The Marshal is a family, and I still want to respect myself." Then he stood up and went directly to the locker room.

Chu Yuwen lay on the floor, his face covered with butter, and he was in a state of embarrassment as he had never been seen before. Those who noticed the movement here were frightened, thinking that the Marshal and the Third Highness had started fighting again.

This time it seems that the Marshal lost

Will the Marshal be angry if he loses his face so much?

Chu Yuwen licked the cream beside her mouth, ignored all the gazes around her, and slightly bent the corners of her lips.
Chapter completed!