Chapter 159 You said, you want a divorce?

.……Nightfall.As cold as water.Shen Siyin stood outside the door for a long time, then took a deep breath and pushed open the door.Xiao Zonghan raised his head and his gaze fell on her."Zonghan, you're...He isn't, he always hated being touched by women, right

Feng Li's steps came to a halt. Qin Bufan's question left him speechless.

Since when did he start not avoiding this woman

Not only did he not object, but he even proactively lifted her onto his shoulders.

Suddenly, Chu Qingge on his shoulder struggled frantically: "Ugh, ugh..."

Feng Li was restless and agitated, her face darkening as she said, "Don't move."

"Mmm..." That cold and hard tone didn't stop her at all; instead, the girl moved even more vigorously.

"Young Master, our princess doesn't seem to be feeling well," Qiao'er felt very sorry for her, but she didn't dare to go over.

Feng Liye let out a cold snort, her voice dropping even lower: "I said, no..."

"Wow…" The girl on his shoulder finally couldn't hold it in, opened her mouth, and let out a mouthful.

Everyone, stunned!

The princess... vomited on the prince!

Feng Li Ye's face turned dark as thunder in an instant!

This woman! This damn woman!

……

The princess vomited on Li Shizi's body, the princess didn't want to either!

When Qiao'er helped Chu Qingge change out of his wet clothes, seeing him with hazy eyes from being drunk, she couldn't help but mutter a few words.

The prince really scared them, when he brought their princess back, her face was so dark it nearly killed someone.

But what does this have to do with their princess

After drinking so much, being carried on someone's shoulders, pressing down on your stomach, how could you not vomit

Only gods can remain silent.

But, the Young Master was covered in spit and yet he was still willing to carry the Princess back... Hmm, something about this doesn't seem right!

"Princess, actually I think...the Crown Prince isn't really that bad to you. Maybe you should forgive the Crown Prince and Lady Yun for what happened"

Chu Qingge blinked, unsure if she had heard him speaking.

But Qiao'er wouldn't give up. She said again, "Princess, if...if the Prince really wanted to marry the noble lady, I mean if, Princess, please don't be angry! Princess..."

"What does it have to do with me" Chu Qingge smiled cheekily and pushed Qiao'er away.

Qiao'er stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Princess, you..." His gaze inadvertently landed on the figure that walked in from the outer hall.

qiao'er was frightened and hurriedly climbed up, bowing to him: "Young Master!"

"Go out." Feng Liye's gaze was fixed on the woman's face in bed.

Now he had changed into his clothes, a simple and casual robe.

It seems a bit less rigorous than usual, but on such a night, it carries a touch of laziness.

A little wild...

Qiao'er swallowed hard, took one last glance at the princess still half-asleep on the bed, then lowered her head and quietly left the room.

Feng Liye walked to the bed, his face grim: "My affairs are none of your concern"

Chu Qingge hugged the soft pillow and hummed, "Who are you Don't disturb my sleep, get lost!"

Feng Li's eyes darkened, realizing she shouldn't hold a grudge against someone who was drunk.

But, to tell him to scram Who gave her the guts!

Besides, he's here tonight to demand an explanation!

He not only didn't roll, but he walked over and grabbed her wrist: "Tell me, do you want a divorce from me"

"Divorce" Chu Qingge blinked her big, watery eyes. Divorce What did it mean

She thought for a moment, then suddenly winked and smiled mischievously at him: "Are you talking about divorce Divorce is good, get it over with quickly so that guy doesn't get in the way of me flirting with handsome guys."

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