Meng Ying subconsciously avoided his touch, lowered her head and said: "I don't dare, I don't dare anymore..."
"Why are you so flustered?" Beigong Tengxiao still had the same tone of voice. He glanced sideways at the room and said, "You are not her."
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How can one be as confident as Chu Jiaoli?
After thinking about it, she buried her head with a guilty conscience and said in a low voice: "Thank you, Your Highness, for showing mercy."
"Are you going to bed tonight?" Beigong Tengxiao's tone was slightly teasing, and his eyes were filled with unfathomable black abyss.
Meng Ying's heart skipped a beat. She shook her head hurriedly and said, "I'm not feeling well today..."
"It's been a long time since I went to bed with you. I miss you." Beigong Tengxiao's seemingly tender eyes were filled with insurmountable orders.
Seeing this, even a blind person should understand. Meng Ying could only respond softly: "Yes..."
Before I could return to my thoughts, I heard a voice from the couch: "How much strength?"
Hearing the familiar sound, Meng Ying couldn't help but tremble. With a "pop" sound, her trembling hands lost their strength, and the jade bone fan fell to the ground, and the delicate jade bones shattered.
Meng Ying broke into a cold sweat and her face turned pale with fright. She kowtowed hurriedly and said: "Your Highness, forgive me, I didn't mean it!"
Beigong Tengxiao was displeased by the noise. He frowned suddenly, stood up, and sat on the couch.
Meng Ying was so anxious that she burst into tears and could only repeat: "I didn't mean it on purpose. Your Highness, spare your life, spare your life..."
Bei Gong Tengxiao narrowed his eyes slightly, but before he could say anything, the soft and fragrant body of the woman behind him pressed against him. Chu Jiaoli hugged his neck from behind, her voice was lazy and had a hint of a chuckle: "You...
Your Highness speaks like a tyrant."
"I don't dare! I don't have this intention!" Meng Ying explained with tears.
Beigong Tengxiao glanced at the broken jade bone fan on the ground and said, "How many months does this talented person have?"
Chu Jiaoli counted it with her fingers, chuckled, and said: "It's quite a lot. With ten months' monthly payment, this jade bone fan is just right."
"Yeah." Beigong Tengxiao responded softly.
Ten months of monthly tribute...
Meng Ying suppressed her inner reluctance, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, kowtowed and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, sister, have mercy."
Beigong Tengxiao closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and said in a cold voice: "Get out."
"Yes...yes..." Meng Ying felt relieved when she heard Beigong Tengxiao expelling her. She immediately got up and left.
Beigong Tengxiao stood up and picked up his coat. Chu Jiaoli frowned slightly and said, "Your Highness, you are not sleeping?"
Beigong Tengxiao suppressed the annoyance in his heart, but still forced out a smile. He raised his hand to caress her cheek, leaned over and kissed her forehead gently, saying: "If you can't sleep, you go to sleep first."
Chu Jiaoli still had that tender smile in her eyes. She nodded lightly and lay back on the bed.
Seeing Bei Gong Tengxiao's leaving back, Chu Jiaoli suppressed her smile and frowned slightly. Recently, Bei Gong Tengxiao had become more and more anxious. What on earth was he hiding from her?
After a moment, Jingyue walked into the bathroom, and was greeted by a biting cold air.
Beigong Tengxiao was sitting in the bathtub, his hair disheveled, and the ice water was mixed with ice cubes, eroding his skin.
Jingyue's eyes showed a trace of unbearability and said: "His Highness is angry again."
