Chapter 113

After saying this, her heart beat fiercely. This was the first time she spoke to King Jing, who had always been indifferent and dignified. I wonder if your highness will think she doesn't want to press him or something else, and I don't know if she will punish her.

In fact, Xiaohua regretted it. Secret stomach Fei: tell you what to charge. You continue to press it without opening your mouth. You talk a lot. I don't see you talk a lot at ordinary times!

But after all, Xiaohua people are honest and always remember the precautions in that book, that is, one can't be pressed for a long time, because it contains the manipulation of massage and bone setting, and excessive will hurt muscles and bones.

Because no one answered, she didn't dare to stop. The study was quiet and scary. King Jing didn't move. He didn't know if he heard her.

His shoulder suddenly pulled away. Xiaohua thought King Jing was angry and flopped down on her knees.

In the past, she has never served close. Xiaohua only feels that King Jing is a man of few words. When she gets close, she feels that King Jing has great authority, especially physical contact, which makes her nervous and nervous.

Xiaohua half hung her head and squeezed her hands, waiting for the coming storm. She even thought King Jing would say "let her out.".

She imagined it in her mind. In fact, it was very good. That is, she wouldn't be in a nest of right and wrong if she changed her job. As long as she doesn't beat her board and drive her out, she thinks everything can be accepted

Who knows, King Jing went to the soft couch by the window of his study, lay down on his stomach and said two words: "continue."

Fushun's old eyes narrowed with laughter, pushed Xiaohua and asked her to go quickly.

King Jing's posture is easy to imagine. At this time, Xiaohua really thought King Jing was in good shape.

Xiaohua suddenly feels jealous and heartbeat, but she doesn't have time to be in a daze at present. She can only walk over with a red face and half bend down to massage King Jing.

I don't know if it's an illusion or something. Xiaohua can obviously feel her nervous breathing.

She was afraid of King Jing nearby. She secretly raised her eyes and took a look. Seeing that King Jing's narrow eyes had been closed, she put down her heart a little.

The texture of his hands is very tactile. Even through a layer of clothes, small flowers can obviously feel the strong muscles under the slightly elastic skin.

Xiaohua has been in close contact with two men in her two lives. One is the fourth young master and the other is king Jing.

Fushun smiled and narrowed his eyes, saying that Jiang was still old and spicy. Three smelly cobblers beat one Zhuge Liang. No, your highness never let palace people wait on you after he left Beijing. He only uses small eunuchs. It's not good now. It seems that our highness is also a man. Men like this set!

He looked at the little palace man whose face was scarlet and more beautiful at this time. He was so satisfied that he wanted to roll his beard twice.

Fushun thinks he has a good eye and can pick people.

Look at the girl's Crimson little touch. Even he feels itchy. Unfortunately, your highness can't see it when he lies prone. If he can, Fushun wants to turn King Jing over and let him see it. Maybe his highness will be moved by a glance.

Fushun stood there with his face as usual, seemingly serious, but actually full of filth.

When he looked at it, he felt that the little girl was still short. She looked good and her face was exquisite. It just felt like she didn't grow.

I don't know. King Jing and Xiaohua know that the dead eunuch's face is so dirty. Will they spray old blood on his face.