Fast Travel: My villain must be blackened

Hua Ling thought about it again, it seemed that Liu Yue didn't dare to look up at all, she was really afraid of Wang Chen.

When she came back to her senses, she saw that Wang Chen was already taking off her hairpin and hair accessories.

Hua Ling's eyes lit up, "You know how to comb your hair?"

Wang Chen hummed lightly, and replied with a slight smile, "Did the empress forget her status as a slave? Some things will come naturally after watching for a long time."

Just take a look?

That's really talented.

No wonder it can become nine thousand years old.

Her eyes moved, and suddenly she burst into a sly smile, "That means this is your first time combing someone's hair?"

Wang Chen's fingertips paused and soon returned to normal, "Yes."

Hua Ling smiled happily and contentedly until her eyes turned into crescent moons, "It's great, your first time belongs to me~"

The horn comb almost fell from Wang Chen's hand, he managed to calm down, he knew she was talking about Meng Lang, but he didn't expect it to get worse and worse, making him completely unable to resist.

Facing the narrow smile in her eyes from the bronze mirror, Wang Chen lowered his eyelids and leaned closer to Hua Ling's ear.

"Your Majesty is really bad, she did it on purpose."

Hua Ling pursed her lips innocently, "I didn't say anything wrong, isn't this the first time you comb someone's hair? Is there anything wrong with me taking this first time?"

That's right.

But just now, it was clearly teasing him on purpose.

Wang Chen stared at her porcelain-like neck, some rough fingers lightly slid across the delicate skin, causing Hua Ling to tremble, and she bit her white teeth lightly.

Wang Chen glanced at her in the glasses, the smile on his lips deepened.

His strength fluctuated from light to heavy, making Hua Ling feel as if she was stepping on cotton, because she didn't know what was wrong and her whole heart was raised.

The initiative is completely in Wang Chen's hands.

He gently circled the back of her neck, saw her cheeks were stained with a layer of pink, and blew close to Hualing's ear, and said with a smile, "What's wrong with your mother? Why are her cheeks like peach blossoms?"

Hua Ling glared at him through the bronze mirror, knowingly asking, she was teased by him!

"You, if you don't comb, I will call Liuyue in!"

Hua Ling wrung her hands together a little flustered.

She had read so many stories, and was familiar with all kinds of teasing and rejection words, but when it was her turn, she actually felt a little uncontrollably sinking.

She obviously...has no love roots.

Is this the so-called physiological reaction?

Wang Chen leaned into her ear and chuckled softly, "Okay, listen to your mother."

Wang Chen carefully combed Hua Ling's hair, and brushed her fingertips across her jet-black hair like a waterfall. At the end of her hair, she circled her fingertips with some nostalgia, and then reluctantly let go.

He took osmanthus oil from the side, rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and stroked it gently along her hair. The already black hair became smoother and looked more shiny.

He lowered his eyes very gently, as if he was treating some kind of treasure, he tied it up and fixed it, and then chose a suitable hairpin to plug in. Although the shape is simple, it matches her clothes today very well.

"Your Majesty, are you satisfied?"

Hua Ling shook her head slightly from side to side, smiling like a flower, "It's beautiful, your hands are so skillful."

Hearing her affirmation, Wang Chen was relieved to wash his hands in the copper basin beside him.

He washed off all the osmanthus oil stained on his hands and wiped it with a cloth towel.

Hua Ling looked at his hands a little absent-mindedly, his fingers were well-proportioned and slender, with well-defined phalanges, like exquisite works of art.

Wang Chen met her gaze and handed the washed hands with a smile, "Your Majesty likes the slave's hands?"

As soon as Hua Ling grasped it, she moved her hands up and down, touched here and there, and nodded in satisfaction, "I like pretty things."

Seeing her happy appearance, Wang Chen said in a low voice: "How about the servant chop it off and give it to the empress?"

The smile on Hualing's face froze, she raised her head to meet Shang Wangchen's gaze, she was so serious that she didn't look like she was joking, she thought of a pale lifeless real hand in front of her, and felt goosebumps on her arm , immediately let go of Wang Chen's hand.

She was a little angry, did he scare her on purpose!

Staring at him, he said angrily, "Then I still like your face, are you going to tear off your face?"

Wang Chen looked seriously at the dark light in her eyes, "You can do it if you want."

Hua Ling immediately stood up, both angry and inexplicable.

Didn't he still care about power before?How to write without hands?If he lost his face, wouldn't he want to scare those people to death, and if he saw him, he would be afraid to talk about it and give him his life.

What a contradiction.

"I don't want it!" She emphasized, "No matter how beautiful something is, once it loses its life, it becomes a dead thing, so what's the point!"

"Hands that will rot without warmth, and a face that is frozen there and can never make other expressions, what do I want to do? I want fresh ones, do you understand?"

Wang Chen looked at her and just smiled.

If this is the case, there may be no way to satisfy her.

What a pity.

In his eyes, it's a pity that Hua Ling has some strange thoughts in her heart. Could it be that he is regretting that he has nothing left by her side?

Even if you want to leave something, you don't have to be so grand, right?

Thinking of her plan, Hua Ling's eyes moved, "Nine thousand years old, come and have dinner with me later, and then stay and watch the night for me."

Wang Chen's thin lips tightened a bit, and some unspeakable emotions surged in his eyes, as if he was asking Hua Ling whether his guess was correct.

That was something he didn't dare to think about.

Hua Ling put her hands on his neck and smiled sweetly. She slowly approached his lips, but then suddenly left when she was about to touch them, and patted his back lightly.

"What are you thinking about?" Hua Ling turned around and distanced herself from him, "Nine thousand years old should recover from his injuries before thinking about other things, so as not to cause double injury~"

She looked down meaningfully.

Wang Chen smiled and shook his head.

"The slave finds out that once the empress is awake, she will speak without restraint. The empress with a peach blossom face just now is cuter."

"I, how could I!" Hua Ling retorted.

She would never admit that she was teased by him!

Anyway, the matter between men and women is just the impulse of consensual desire, it's nothing, there's nothing you can't say!

Wang Chen walked towards Hua Ling slowly, his tall body blocked the light coming in from the window, his eagle eyes fixed on Hua Ling, with a slight sense of oppression, but he was smiling again.

"Your Majesty is really stubborn."

"Whether you're finished or not, I've already told you whether... Ugh!"

Wang Chen lightly kissed her, smiled more tenderly, and nodded in a serious manner, "Mm, Your Majesty's lips are very soft."

Hua Ling: "..."

She hurriedly walked away from him, strode towards the outside, and said fiercely: "Wang Chen, get out and shake your fan!"

Wang Chen caressed his red lips and smiled.

"Yes, ma'am."