Zhao Luer was confused for a moment. Is Nan Ye crazy? He actually hugged a little eunuch. In any case, from the outside, they were both men of the same sex. Moreover, they hugged each other so tightly that her breasts became tight.
The feeling of tightness and squeezing, it is obvious that the smelly man is taking advantage of her
"I understand..."
Nan Ye suddenly let go of Zhao Lu'er, glanced at Lu'er's chest, and laughed proudly.
Why was he looking like this and smiling so wildly and proudly? Zhao Luer nervously glanced at his breasts, which had been tampered with. Did Nan Ye feel the hug just now?
Zhao Luer turned around and secretly pressed his chest. It seemed...a little soft...
She turned back shyly and looked at Nan Ye awkwardly, "Your Majesty, just now..."
"Keep grinding ink!"
Nan Ye sat back in front of the desk, feeling much better. The irritability gradually disappeared, and the smile on his face became stronger.
It was really hard to find anything after wearing iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it. Unexpectedly, what was lost came back again. Was he going to expose her right away?
But Nan Ye had a big question in his mind. Why did Xiaoyue only wear a coat last time, and why did she suddenly disappear again? Could it be that she had always been dressed like a little eunuch?
What's the hidden secret in this? Nan Ye wanted to see what this woman wanted to do?
Zhao Luer put some water in the inkstone and rubbed the ink awkwardly...
Nan Ye's expression was complicated and elusive. Zhao Luer always felt strange. She glanced at her breasts uneasily. Was there anything wrong?
Stop thinking about it, Quan Dang Nan Ye suddenly went crazy
Zhao Luer was a little absent-minded, so he opened the ink, but the ink accidentally splashed out.
Nan Ye picked up the brush, looked at the inkstone, and couldn't help frowning. This little eunuch was not an ordinary clumsy person. The ink had sprayed out and splashed on the desk. There were black spots everywhere, making it a mess.
"What a stupid slave!"
"My slave is already very careful. How can I grind it evenly without exerting force?"
Zhao Luer grinded the grinding button hard in the inkstone. The ink ball seemed to be disobedient and bounced in the inkstone. A little ink suddenly splashed out and splashed on Nan Ye's face.
Nan Ye felt a chill on his face, and the brush in his hand fell down. His sharp eyes were pointed at Zhao Luer with cold eyes. No one in the palace dared to be so bold as to spray ink on the emperor's cheek.
Nan Ye's anger was written on his face, and he looked like he might explode at any time.
Zhao Luer put down the grinding button in panic, stretched out his hand, wanted to wipe it but didn't dare. When he saw Nan Ye's face, the ink just splashed on the tip of Nan Ye's nose, a long strip, very...
funny
Zhao Luer wanted to hold it back, but couldn't help it anyway. He covered his mouth and laughed. He was so proud that he forgot where he was.
"Nanye, your face has changed. Your nose... is black, haha!"
Zhao Luer pointed at Nan Ye's face, laughing so hard that tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes. He couldn't control it.
She didn't know how long she laughed. Nan Ye looked at the arrogant little eunuch in front of him angrily. Not only did he ruin his handsome image, but he also called Nan Ye by his first name?