OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 742: Qingmei, Your Lips Smell So Sweet!

Chapter 742: Chapter 742: Qingmei, Your Lips Smell So Sweet!

If he didn’t see it wrong just now.

The magical light that flew out from the little rascal is of the same lineage as the spiritual method cultivated by the Heavenly Dao.

It’s the same aura.

Bai Zhi’er is just an ordinary child, how could she have such abilities?

Unless...

Feng Fuce’s eyes turned dark.

Outside Ruizhu Palace.

"Hey! Another two taels of liquor! Waiter, bring me more wine!" Qingmei’s cheeks were flushed with drink.

She stepped on the stairs, grabbing Chu Ping’s collar with one hand, shaking drunkenly and shouting loudly.

Chu Ping was also drunk, only able to grin foolishly.

"Silly Xiao Mei, this is a tea house, where’s the wine? I told you you’re too drunk!"

He leaned over and pointed at his own face: "I’m not the waiter, look carefully, I’m your Brother A Ping!"

"Hmm? Chu Ping?" Qingmei squinted, grabbing his collar to examine closely.

Chu Ping moved closer: "Look clearly!"

The two drunken people swayed, glaring at each other.

Who moved closer first, or who stumbled first, was unclear.

By the time Chu Ping and Qingmei realized, their lips were already pressed together.

Even at this moment, they were still too drunk to be aware of anything amiss.

Chu Ping even stuck out his tongue for a lick.

He giggled foolishly: "Qingmei, your mouth smells so sweet!"

"My mouth..." Qingmei mumbled, frowning in a daze.

Something felt wrong.

At this moment.

Bai Zhi’er’s startled little voice came: "Sister Qingmei, Brother Chu Ping, what are you two doing!"

Then the little one covered her eyes: "Oh, how embarrassing!"

The nanny in the palace said that children shouldn’t peek, or they’ll get styes!

Next came Feng Fuce’s cold, stern shout: "Chu Ping!"

Qingmei awoke as if from a dream.

She looked up, and saw Chu Ping with one hand still around her waist, pinning her to the pillar under the veranda.

Qingmei was greatly alarmed, sobering up halfway from the shock.

She raised a hand and gave Chu Ping a hard slap.

"Pervert!" Qingmei cursed angrily, chasing and beating Chu Ping.

Because of the sharp pain, Chu Ping sobered up a bit.

He cried out repeatedly: "Xiao Mei, what are you doing? Ow, it hurts! Don’t hit the face!"

Qingmei, embarrassed and angry, her face flushed like a tomato: "I’ll beat you to death, you rascal!"

The two of them chased each other around the courtyard, shouting non-stop.

Bai Zhi’er covered her eyes, standing next to Feng Fuce.

The little one asked curiously: "Brother Fuce, is Sister Qingmei going to have a baby?"

Feng Fuce’s expression stiffened: "Where did you hear that?"

"The nannies teaching etiquette in the palace said so, that girls should be reserved, and if you touch lips with someone, you’ll have a baby!"

Feng Fuce said coldly: "That’s nonsense."

Bai Zhi’er lowered her hand: "So you can touch lips?"

Feng Fuce’s expression changed, and he added: "A woman’s virtue is in her reserve; though lips touching won’t cause pregnancy, it damages chastity."

Bai Zhi’er nodded, somewhat understanding.

Then she realized, and shouted at Qingmei: "Sister Qingmei, well done, great job, beat him till he yells and shouts!"

Chu Ping howled continuously: "Your Highness, not helping me is one thing, but adding fuel to the fire! Marquis, don’t just stand there, help me!"

Feng Fuce flung his sleeves, sneering: "You reap what you sow."

Then he carried Bai Zhi’er into Ruizhu Palace.

Under the full moon, the palace eaves reflected a radiant splendor.

The orange cat Dahua, along with its mother cat Little White, leisurely strolled across the rooftop.

In the courtyard, Qingmei pinned Chu Ping to the ground, choking his neck.

Inside the palace, Feng Fuce was checking if Bai Zhi’er’s ankle had healed.

Such lively activity truly was the warmest scene in the human world.