"Queen, there is no need to praise me. Tonight, as long as you like, don't mention my feet, I will be yours..."
Shen Su'er pursed her lips, cast a sideways glance at him, and said without hesitation: "Well, congratulations to the Emperor for still having such potential. Pretending to be a little embarrassed is so fucking coquettish... coquettish... damn... Yes! It’s just that I love first-hand goods, second-hand goods are reluctant, third-hand goods are just fine, and N-hand goods are not interested. Haha, the emperor is so good, he must be more than N-hand."
"What does N mean?" Why did he never hear the words she said sometimes?
"A lot." It is necessary to explain occasionally.
Murong Jing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you dissing me?" [
"Humph, don't discuss this..." Shen Su'er said perfunctorily, looking at the silver plate on the table, and smiled brightly, "Your Majesty, I remember that there was a soft feather on the plate. Beautiful. Haha.”
After saying that, the man had already gotten out of bed and went to get it.
Soon the feathers were dazzling in front of Murong Jing.
Murong Jing gritted his teeth.
He understands, understands everything.
really--
She took the feather and brushed it against the smooth soles of his feet.
A sore and tender feeling emerged. The sensitive Murong Jing was so stimulated that he naturally bent his knees - to avoid it! He put the soles of his feet against the bed board and rubbed them a few times to remove the itching feeling.
"Haha... Your Majesty, how does this feel?" That proud smile became increasingly flattering.
Shen Su'er had long expected that he would bend his knees.
Just play, play, run, run, hey, let's see how long you can endure.
The next hour is up to her. If you resist, you will lose!
Shen Su'er was still wishing that Murong Jing would not do as she was told...
Just let him talk, but I didn't expect this indifferent guy to be so good at talking. It turns out that the emperor has all the potential, and all kinds of tricks are possible. It opened his eyes.
"Your Majesty, please straighten your feet." Shen Su'er's voice was soft, like the spring breeze blowing, and extremely warm. Deliberately speaking, the joy in her heart was about to fly to the sky.
Murong Jing pursed his lips and stared at Shen Su'er, wanting to bite her!
At this time, he was angry, angry, and dissatisfied, but it was a little different from before.