Concubine Yang gave the order and took the lead to walk out of the palace. A group of guards behind her hurriedly followed.
Seeing that everyone had left and the play was over, Ling Chuchu frowned and stamped Jun Zimo. Without even looking at him, she turned around and walked towards her small courtyard.
Jun Zimo touched the sweat on his forehead, sighed, and quickly followed with a smile, praying in his heart that this time he would not end up like Ke'er.
What's going on? After just a few days of peaceful life, my father's marriage proposal brought me back to square one.
Seeing the man following her closely, after stepping into her room, she kicked him out and slammed the door with a bang.
Jun Zimo touched his nose that was almost hit by the door, walked to the open window, and entered the room with a slight jump. He saw Ling Chuchu walking into the bathroom with a set of clothes and sitting on the chair by the window.
Sit down and think about how to coax this woman.
Half an hour later...
Ling Chuchu walked out wearing a silk translucent ultra-short suspender nightgown. As she walked, she wiped her dripping hair with a towel. She didn't care that her attractive figure was being looked at all over by Jun Zimo.
"Get out"
After glancing at the open window, I understood how this man got in.
Jun Zimo swallowed his saliva and looked away with difficulty. His handsome face was stained with a faint red, and blood suddenly flowed back to his head...
He had to admit that this woman's figure was really damn good. He just glanced at it and felt a reaction in a certain part of himself. He took a deep breath and forced himself to speak calmly.
"Why don't you even wear a bra?"
What he didn't dare to say was that the effect was the same if she wore this dress or not. But she had agreed to it before, and she hadn't worn any revealing clothes to go out these days, so she had nothing to say.
As long as she only wears this in front of him, he will have no objection from now on!
Damn, she's in her own room and can dress however she likes. Does it have anything to do with him?
Ling Chuchuli didn't bother to pay attention to him. She walked to the dressing table nearby and tidied her half-wet hair, then slowly stood up and looked at him with a gloomy look on her face without saying a word.
Jun Zimo smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to react correctly. This was the first time he saw the woman's looming body, and it was still the woman he loved. He was nervous and excited for a long time before he finally spoke.
"Lian'er, I didn't know about what happened today, otherwise I wouldn't have let Concubine Yang bring trouble to the house."
Explain, explain, he felt that what he did most during this period was explain!