Why is it so fragrant?

What are these words about tigers and wolfs?

The burning heat from the little girl's neck was blowing, and the strong smell of alcohol was still lingering in the tip of her nose.

She stiffened her body and stared at the man pressing against her.

"Sixth Brother."

The drunk man was indifferent to her shouting, and still leaned his head against her neck, gasping slightly.

The numbness caused her to have goose bumps all over her body.

Ye Qiqi pulled out his hand and wanted to hold the man's face to let him see who she was, but unexpectedly, the next second, he held her wrists mercilessly.

"Stop making trouble."

He gently pinched the little girl's chin, lowered his head and pecked her lips.

This move scared the little girl immediately widened her eyes and looked at him with disbelief.

"Azhu."

Yan Cheng spit out two more words with his thin lips, and then his big palm was about to touch the little girl's waistline.

After hearing the name he said now, the little girl thought that he must have admitted his mistake because he was drunk.

She is not his Azhu!

"Let go! I'm not your Azhu! Ah--"

The little girl screamed and touched around randomly. Suddenly she touched a hard object. Without thinking about it, she directly grabbed it and smashed it over.

"Bang--"

The sound of the vase colliding with the head was accompanied by the man's muffled groan.

Ye Qiqi half held the vase in his hand, and looked at the man who fell to the ground by her and fell to the ground, and was shocked.

The vase in his hand was clearly printed with blood marks and dripped on the floor at an extremely slow speed.

The little girl was stunned for a while. When she recovered, she remembered to put the vase aside and trembled with her hand to explore his breath.

He directly pointed at the belly and felt the scorching breath. The terrified little girl breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground weakly.

She was scared to death, she was scared to death.

She thought she had killed someone.

*

The bedroom is brightly lit.

The man sat on the bed with his head half-supported, and the imperial physician held gauze in his hand, wrapping his injured head around circles.

"Your Highness, that's OK."

The imperial physician put away the medicine box, "I hope that your highness will not get any wounds in the past few days."

Yan Cheng waved his hand speechlessly with a gloomy face.

After a while, his eyes looked at the little girl sitting on the chair.

The girl with sharp eyes felt his eyes at this moment was shocked and shrank her neck with guilt.

"I got drunk, and when I came back, I accidentally touched the vase and injured my head?"

Ye Qiqi nodded and stuttered in a stuttering tone: "Yes, yes."

Uncle Fu, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but feel confused after hearing the little girl's words, "But didn't the vase be placed under the bookshelf all the time?"

Logically speaking, your highness can't be hit by the vase below.

Can’t your Highness smash his head with a vase?

"I don't know this. Anyway, after I came back from watering the flowers, I found that the Sixth Emperor was already lying on the ground..."

After the little girl finished speaking, she looked at the man with gauze wrapped around her head and said, "Sixth Prince, it's very late, then... Qiqi will go back first."

"Slow down." Yan Cheng got up, walked to the desk not far away, and handed her the things in his hand, "Are you not taking this away?"

Ye Qiqi looked down and saw that it was her small notebook.

But why did she not find it after searching for so long?

The little girl took it stiffly and was about to pull it out of his hand, but she found that the man was pinching her small notebook with his fingertips, and she couldn't pull it out.

Ye Qiqi: "???"
Chapter completed!