The Dazzling Princess in Modern Times

Chapter 888: Continuing to Drive Your Luck

Xia Wanyuan also felt the movements of the maids not far away. He looked down and saw that his legs were wrapped around Jun Shiling's waist. Xia Wanyuan's face instantly heated up and she struggled to get down.

No matter how he played around in the bedroom, there were only the two of them. Now that the maid saw this, Xia Wanyuan felt it was too inappropriate.

“Do not move.” Jun Shiling's voice was low and even clearly hoarse. The hand on Xia Wanyuan's waist pressed even tighter. “They're gone. If you move again, do not watch television dramas later.”

Sensing Jun Shiling's body line, Xia Wanyuan's earlobes were as red as blood, but she did not dare to move anymore and let Jun Shiling take her back to the bedroom.

“Quick, turn on the television. It started.” As soon as she entered the bedroom, before Jun Shiling could do anything else, Xia Wanyuan rolled onto the bed and wrapped herself in a blanket.

Jun Shiling glanced at Xia Wanyuan and did not say anything. He helped Xia Wanyuan turn on the television.

It is a good time to start a television drama.

The low voice of Mi Mi muttered, as if bringing the prosperity of old Shanghai. The dance hall where the stars gathered, the beautiful ball, and the beautiful western-style buildings gradually opened up the luxurious paintings in front of everyone.

Suddenly, there was an explosion. Smoke rises and the moon is as cold as frost. The voice of the woman who was originally muttering was like a unsheathed sword that had the sharpness to point at the enemy.

“Red” roses clad in gold and silver on the beach instantly turn into a valiant “thorn of es”. The university teacher who had preached on the podium was also a wanderer in the dark.

Just a start that interests everyone.

[This song is great. Who sings it? The previous section was too immersive. I feel like I've flirted with all the big photos on the Shanghai beach with cheongsam.]

[This opening texture is really not bad. I hope the plot will not collapse and maintain this standard.]

[No pleasantries!! Yuan Yuan, I'm here!! Glutinous rice balls will always love you ~ ]

Jun Shiling happened to push the door and enter. He held a hot water bag in one hand and a wooden plate in the other.

“Close your legs.” Jun Shiling stuffed the hot water bag under the blanket. “Other times do not walk barefoot on the floor. What if you catch a cold?”

Xia Wanyuan was not a pampered person, but Jun Shiling treated her very well.

Xia Wanyuan raised her chin slightly and looked at Jun Shiling. “I don't want hot water bag. Cover it for me.”

Jun Shiling helplessly took out a hot water bag from the blanket and threw it onto the sofa. He sat down beside Xia Wanyuan and placed his foot on her lap.

“Are you satisfied?” Jun Shiling reached out and pulled the wooden plate. It was filled with Xia Wanyuan's favorite snacks. “What do you eat? Choose yourself.”

“Select one for me.” Xia Wanyuan pushed her luck a second time and even opened her mouth. “Ah.”

A smile appeared in Jun Shiling's eyes. “Give me some benefits.”

“No benefit. If you don't give it to me, forget it.” For the third time, Xia Wanyuan pushed her luck and turned to watch the television drama seriously.

Amidst the bustling dance hall, Qin Manyue, who was wearing a peony cheongsam, was undoubtedly the focus of the entire venue. His dark brows slightly raised, and he had an ambiguous charm. His gaze could make all the men in Shanghai go crazy.

Xia Wanyuan bit the jerky that had been put in her mouth. He turned around and saw Jun Shiling staring at him helplessly. “Eat.”

“I want to drink water.” He pushed his luck for the fourth time.

Jun Shiling patiently picked up the cup from the side and handed it to Xia Wanyuan. The water is warm and has a faint smell of red dates.

After eating and drinking until he was full, Xia Wanyuan leaned on Jun Shiling's shoulder in satisfaction.

Jun Shiling took the documents beside him and looked at them seriously. Only when Xia Wanyuan appeared did she look up. He could not be bothered to look at anything else.

However, ten minutes later, Jun Shiling never looked up again.

“Is my drama not good?” Xia Wanyuan poked Jun Shiling's arm.

“It's good.” Jun Shiling held the pen and wrote on the document, but he did not look up.

“Then why don't you watch it?”

“Don't think that I didn't know that you were acting as a couple with a celebrity by the surname of Yan just because I didn't watch a television drama.” It was already the limit to sit here and watch television with Xia Wanyuan. Jun Shiling couldn't bear it if he wanted her to watch Xia Wanyuan acting with someone else.

“Jealous.” Xia Wanyuan smiled and said nothing more. He let Jun Shiling handle his work while he continued to watch television.

Amidst the cries of the audience, Yan Ci who was wearing a long robe and golden-framed glasses, slowly walked out of the camera carrying two books.

The ginkgo leaves quietly swept past his shoulder, removing a lump of book fragrances. Her eyes are as beautiful as paintings, soft in autumn.

“Master, can you help me take my gloves?” A car stopped by the side of the road and a beautiful face appeared near the window. Qin Manyue was wearing a black dress, revealing her white neck and shoulders, attracting the attention of everyone.

The elegant man leaned over to pick up the gloves and handed them to Qin Manyue.

“Thank you Mr.” Qin Manyue's red lips were slightly curved. The gently painted tip of his finger slid on the back of his hand, and the elegant man's handsome face instantly flushed red.

“Nona, you are too polite.” A hint of panic flashed in the graceful man's eyes, but his good upbringing made him obey the etiquette of a simple man.

Qin Manyue stopped talking and judged the elegant man a few times. His eyebrows slightly raised and his soft voice was slightly dazed. The moment he opened his mouth, it was as if he could seduce one's soul. “Shanghai is huge. I've never seen someone as handsome as you.”

This woman was warm and brave, so straightforward that no one could resist her. However, Qin Manyue stopped teasing this teacher and raised her wrist to look at him. “Come go, driver. Young Master Lin is waiting for me to eat.”

The car slowly disappeared from Chu Pingjiang's sight.

He finally lowered his head and reached out to rub the spot on the back of his hand where Qin Manyue had passed him. There was still a hint of embarrassment in his ears, but his lower eyes had an unfathomable light.