Her expression suddenly changed. She took the initiative to reach out and hook his neck. She also imitated him and leaned close to his ear. She lowered her voice and said coquettishly, "Okay, I can serve His Highness. I am a slave."
It's a great honor. However, for such an important matter, I have to make some preparations in advance. Your Highness, please allow me to step back first, and wait until I have tidied up... and then I can serve Your Highness well."
Lan Qingyue smiled, her charming face becoming more and more attractive under the moonlight, her phoenix eyes narrowed, her eyes became a little blurry, and she said in a hoarse voice, "I think it's good as it is now, there is no need to prepare anymore."
"We need to prepare. My servant will pack it up soon. Your Highness...you first...you first get out of the way..."
"But..."
His eyes were full of teasing, he lifted a strand of her hair and put it to his nose, took a breath, and almost whispered into her ear, "I can't wait any longer." [
Wait...can't wait?
The corners of Mu Lingyue's lips twitched a few times, and the smile on her lips was a little stiff, "Slave... I haven't had a bath in several days."
"Just... wash together."
This...this damn vixen.
Mu Lingyue knew that he was just teasing her, so she was not as scared as before.
But I was still a little nervous.
After all...she has never been so close to a man.
Nor...
Somehow, while being served like this, she actually thought of Mo Xuanyu.
I remembered what happened in that cave.
Reminds me of the kiss she had with him that was not a kiss...
That time, he kissed her because he wanted to get back the Lingzhu.
No, that doesn't count as a kiss.
If he didn't want to get back the spirit bead, he wouldn't want to touch him at all.
Even if he doesn't hate her, he definitely can't like her.
"You are the first woman who can think of other things in my arms."
Suddenly there was a stinging pain on her earlobe. Mu Lingyue was so painful that she immediately came back to her senses. Only then did she realize... Lan Qingyue had actually bitten her earlobe just now.
She was stunned, her face immediately turned hot, and she felt ashamed and annoyed, so she stretched out her hand to push him hard.
With this push, Lan Qingyue was pushed away.[
She quickly got up and climbed out of the tub using her hands and feet.
She was soaked before coming back, and she was soaked again after coming back.
On this day, she was quite embarrassed.
Lan Qingyue didn't stop him anymore. There was a faint smile on his lips. His eyes fell on Mu Lingyue's white robe that was already wet with water. She curled her lips and said, "Why... on you...
Wearing the clothes of the fourth brother... I asked you to pick flowers, where did you go?"
Mu Lingyue wiped the water off her face and looked at the charming and coquettish person smiling in the tub. She took a few deep breaths and told herself that she must restrain herself and never rush up to pinch him impulsively, even though in her heart
I've wanted to do this for a long time.
"This is my slave's private matter."
"Oh, is it so?"
Lan Qingyue raised the corners of her lips and chuckled, "Do you want me to use a puppet drum, or a truth pill?"
Despicable and shameless..
Mu Lingyue glared at him and said angrily, "I accidentally fell into the river on the way back. When His Highness saw that I was all wet, he gave me his robe..."
He lowered his eyes and smiled, with a playful light flashing in his eyes, and said slowly, "That's it."