Chapter 1688： Noble (4)

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"Miss." With his head bowed, Feng Er stepped forward and put the embroidered shoes next to Xia Ling's couch.

A man like an iron tower stood on Xia Ling's bed, as tall as a hill, and his stern figure completely covered Xia Ling in his shadow.

And he has a wide waist, strong muscles wrapped in clothes, and he can feel his great explosive power through the clothes.

Running around with her carriage for a day, Feng Er had a faint sweat.

This breath was not unpleasant, but made Xia Ling calm from the state of goosebumps just now.

Xia Ling looked at him and looked at him carefully from top to bottom.

"Feng Er, you have learned to massage orthodontic, right?"

Feng Er shocked, looked at Xia Ling quickly, and lowered his face.

"Yes. Miss."

"Well, then help me straighten up." Xia Ling took the initiative, took off the socks, and picked up the trousers of the pants.

The white and jade feet are exposed on the couch. The feet are delicate and cute, the toes are like beautiful shells, and the white powder is transparent.

Feng Er glanced, his face was feverish, and he felt that this was a blasphemy against Feng Yan, and he did not dare to look at it anymore.

"Come on, you are so procrastinating, are you trying to get Sima to come in, are they hitting you to help me straighten?" Xia Ling looked at the man's favorability +2, and once again confirmed Feng Er's identity, sitting On this couch, I feel more relaxed.

She looked at the task interface.

Because I met Feng Er, the emotion detector worked.

As Feng Yan's dark guard, Feng Er's favor for Feng Yan is only 2, which has just increased.

Feng Er, this dark guard, has done his duty honestly and has no disagreement with his own lady.

Xia Ling looked out, and raised his eyes to urge Feng Er again.

"Still doing something, I'll let you help me, you just help me, you won't be held responsible if you look at my feet!"

She has a wayward tone, with some polite instructions.

In this world, every high-ranking person will have several dark guards. These dark guards are like their slaves, signing a deed to sell, and a family owner.

The dark guards followed the master for a lifetime, until the master died, they could cancel the contract and live a normal life.

Therefore, Feng Er slightly pursed his thin lips. He forbeared for a moment. He didn't think Feng Yan was so wrong with him, except that he felt uncomfortable.

"Yes, Master." He stepped forward, holding Xia Ling's ankle straight, and pulled out another porcelain bottle from his arms.

The porcelain bottle is filled with red medicine powder.

His rough hands hit the woman's red and swollen ankles, and Feng Er could not help but let go.

Even if a woman's ankle is swollen, to him, her ankle is still so under-grip, it is like something cherished, and it can be broken with light force.

"It hurts a bit, so bear with me." Feng Er looked at Xia Ling.

Xia Ling could feel his movement paused, then met his deep eyes, as if asking if she could bear it.

Seems to be underestimated?

"It's all right, come as soon as possible," Xia Ling said calmly.

"Offended." Feng Er bowed his head.

He covered the red medicine powder with his big palm, held Xia Ling's ankle with both hands, and urged the internal force to cover Xia Ling's ankle.

Ran red heat rose from the fingers of his big hand.

The medicinal powder evaporates and melts. At first, it was a little itchy, itching like drilling into the bone, the place he was holding was extremely hot, and the urges seemed to be a little hot.

Xia Ling gritted his teeth, endured the pain and itching, and made no sound.

Don't fight for face.

(End of this chapter)