Jun Wuxia's hand pinched his left shoulder, which hurt.
Without thinking much, Ruoyu raised her hand and waved away Jun Wuya's hand, smiled calmly, bent over and said, "Your Majesty, please respect yourself."
The atmosphere in the room was already very heavy, but after Ruoyu said these words, the atmosphere in the room became a lot darker, and the hidden sparks in Jun Wuya's eyes burned a few inches higher.
"Oh? Are you so annoyed by my touch?" Jun Wuxia lowered his voice and looked at Ruoyu who was standing in front of him.
Raising her face to meet Jun Wuya's gaze, Ruoyu said calmly: "How dare Qingwen, I'm just afraid that you are pretending to be hard, Your Highness?"
He obviously hates himself so much, why do he need to pretend to be close and get closer?
Listening to Ruoyu's words, Jun Wuxia frowned slightly, put his hand on his shoulder again, slowed down a little and said: "Ruo Qingwen, you said that I am pretending, but there are so many things in this world.
Who is not pretending, and I’m afraid you are the best at pretending.”
Jun Wuxia's hands slowly moved along his shoulders, from his clothes to his skin, feeling a little itchy.
Turning the palm, the palm was replaced by the back of the palm, and the smooth feeling crawled up Ruoyu's neck like a fish, and asked gently and seductively: "Tell me, who are you?"
Ruoyu's body couldn't help but tremble. Could it be that he recognized that she was not Ruo Qingwen?
Jun Wuxia's fingertips crawled up his cheek little by little, and the slightly hard nails scratched his lips, leaving a numb feeling, causing a wave of heat to flow down his body. He wanted to concentrate on thinking.
I thought about the meaning of his words, but his actions caused me to stop thinking.
Looking at his handsome face approaching him, she vaguely thought about what she would do if her identity was exposed.
But Jun Wuxia's next sentence was like a thunderbolt striking down: "I tell you, you are just a worthless plaything in this palace."
I tell you, you are just a worthless plaything in this palace...
Jun Wuya took two steps back, picked up a dish on the table, and picked up a piece of greasy meat with his other hand, "In my opinion, you are not even as good as this."
That piece of meat, I can’t tell what kind of animal it is...
"You are no longer the arrogant princess. Your scorpion-hearted aunt and cruel father are both dead. Who else do you think can protect you? They owe blood and you have to pay it back!"
The voice was cold and stern, and he looked even more ruthless when he talked about being vicious and ruthless...
Jun Wuya didn't want to think about those memories, but seeing her nonchalant look time and time again, the pain he tried so hard to forget was like setting off a blazing flame, and Zrazila's burning became more and more intense, burning.
to one's own heart
Ruoyu had never seen Jun Wuya like this. She felt that he always spoke with a mask and acted with a knife hidden in his smile, but she didn't expect that after tearing off that mask, he would be like this... He didn't say that he was celebrating the festival.
I understand, but I can imagine the deep hatred in this.
Trying to keep her breath steady, Ruoyu looked at Jun Wuxia and asked, "How do you want me to pay you back?"
The question was simple and there was no inflection in her tone, making it difficult to understand her sadness and happiness.
The bamboo basket was thrown on the ground and scattered all over the floor. Jun Wuxia looked at the man who was so calm that it made people feel vague and said: "Since you are tired of my touch, how about I let you be a bed slave?"