He took a sip of the tea on one side.

Unfortunately, Xiaohua didn't pay attention to his action. She immersed herself in her thoughts. She didn't know that King Jing, a man with a turtle hair, was actually intentional.

Xiaohua doesn't know what to think. Her face turns red. She secretly glances at King Jing under her eyelashes and whispers, "why don't you settle?"

This idea won King Jing's approval, and he always thought so. It's just that he can't twist the little discomfort in his heart, so he pretends to be profound and doesn't say anything.

King Jing stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Xiaohua looked at the man's back and sighed a little speechless.

It seems that she can only feel his context on the couch. Can she only communicate in bed in the future? The idea flashed away and didn't stay in Xiaohua's mind for too long, because she also went to Dongjian.

After some help, they sat on their beds, the servants withdrew, and the curtain of the bed was put down. Seeing no one around, Xiaohua wrapped it around King Jing.

"Your Highness, are you angry with your maidservant and concubine?"

Xiaomo is pathetic. Xiaohua always knows her own advantages. As for women, there's nothing wrong with being charming and selling well. The husband is such a strange person. If she still pays attention to her face and arrogance, she doesn't have to go through it. What's more, a little concubine asked her face to do, but she was invisible in bed. She was alone. It didn't matter whether she lost her face or not.

His soft body was close to himself, his small hand was around his arm, and he knelt down to one side. He looked delicate and changed his heart for no reason. King Jing's indifference on his face can't be controlled. It seems different from the past. If you look carefully, you can find that his eyes are deeper and his face is softer.

"King Gu, no gas."

Xiaohua said again, "I thought your highness was angry that day." she seemed to think of something, and her face hung down shyly.