26. This king makes you feel sick and want to vomit?
Keep smiling pleasantly.
Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyebrows with a playful look, "You were still looking for death just now and wanted to leave?"
"No, I didn't really want to leave, I just wanted to test my position in the prince's heart."
"My lord, you don't care about me at all..." Wen Wenjiao said artificially, almost making herself sick.
But in order to hold Dongfang Aoshi back, he had no choice but to go out.
"You are seeking death and survival because you want to attract my attention?" Dongfang Aoshi curled his lips and seemed to be smiling, but there was a cold aura.
Wen Wen's chest trembled, she clenched her fists, tried her best to steady herself, and continued to act, "Yeah...but the prince ignored me and asked me to be thrown into the lake..."
Gentle complained while rubbing herself into Dongfang Aoshi's arms.
Greasy hands were rubbed all over his chest.
Dongfang proudly's expensive clothes suddenly became wrinkled and covered with mimeographs.
Watching tenderly, the villain smiled triumphantly.
He didn't notice at all how close their bodies were to each other.
Gentleness almost completely hung in Dongfang Aoshi's arms.
"So... I don't know how to understand the style."
"Yes, Your Majesty is really ignorant of amorous feelings." He said softly and tenderly.
Ugh...I can't do it anymore.
Wen Wen's stomach was churning for a while, and she was about to vomit it out.
Quickly, Dongfang Aoshi didn't pay attention, turned his head and retched a few times to suppress the nausea.
The jaw was grabbed hard!
Dongfang Aoshi's black eyes were cold, "Is this king making you so sick that you want to vomit?"
"No..." Wen Wen wanted to deny it, but her body gave the most realistic reaction, "vomit..."
This action instantly angered Dongfang Aoshi!
The big palm slid down, grabbed Gentle's neck, and pinched her tightly!
Dongfang Aoshi was smiling but not smiling, his eyes were strangely dark, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts..." The gentle voice was weak, and she could hardly breathe...
This scumbag!
Do you want to strangle her to death...
"Remember, this is what will happen if you anger this king." Dongfang Aoshi smiled coldly and tightened his palms again.
Wen Wenwen's entire face turned pale, and she struggled to breathe the thin air...
Dongfang Aoshi snorted coldly and let go.
"Cough cough cough..." Rou Wen fell to the ground and almost coughed out his internal organs.
"Next time, if you try to be clever and self-righteous, you won't be suffocated for a short time." Ling Leng glared at Wen Wen before Dongfang Aoshi left with a puff of sleeves.
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study.
The decoration is very luxurious, with valuable antiques and paintings everywhere.
On the antique soft couch, Dongfang Aoshi was half-lying, holding a tea cup in his hand. The clothes on his chest were open, revealing his strong and strong chest.
His dark eyes looked out the window, his face expressionless, he didn't know what he was thinking.
The maids stood in a group in front of the soft couch, holding clothes in their hands. They had been waiting for a long time.
However, Dongfang Aoshi did not speak, and no one dared to move.
A quarter of an hour.
Two quarters of an hour.
Three quarters of an hour.
Half an hour...
…
…
…
An hour passed, and still no one dared to say a word.
Tian Jin, the personal bodyguard and friend, couldn't wait any longer and stepped forward, "Your Majesty, please oil all your clothes and change them."
Dongfang Aoshi glanced at him lightly, without making any move, and shook the cup in his hand. He continued to smile ingratiatingly.
Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyebrows with a playful look, "You were still looking for death just now and wanted to leave?"
"No, I didn't really want to leave, I just wanted to test my position in the prince's heart."
"My lord, you don't care about me at all..." Wen Wenjiao said artificially, almost making herself sick.
But in order to hold Dongfang Aoshi back, he had no choice but to go out.
"You are seeking death and survival because you want to attract my attention?" Dongfang Aoshi curled his lips and seemed to be smiling, but there was a cold aura.
Wen Wen's chest trembled, she clenched her fists, tried her best to steady herself, and continued to act, "Yeah...but the prince ignored me and asked me to be thrown into the lake..."
Gentle complained while rubbing herself into Dongfang Aoshi's arms.
Greasy hands were rubbed all over his chest.
Dongfang proudly's expensive clothes suddenly became wrinkled and covered with mimeographs.
Watching tenderly, the villain smiled triumphantly.
He didn't notice at all how close their bodies were to each other.
Gentleness almost completely hung in Dongfang Aoshi's arms.
"So... I don't know how to understand the style."
"Yes, Your Majesty is really ignorant of amorous feelings." He said softly and tenderly.
Ugh...I can't do it anymore.
Wen Wen's stomach was churning for a while, and she was about to vomit it out.
Quickly, Dongfang Aoshi didn't pay attention, turned his head and retched a few times to suppress the nausea.
The jaw was grabbed hard!
Dongfang Aoshi's black eyes were cold, "Is this king making you so sick that you want to vomit?"
"No..." Wen Wen wanted to deny it, but her body gave the most realistic reaction, "vomit..."
This action instantly angered Dongfang Aoshi!
The big palm slid down, grabbed Gentle's neck, and pinched her tightly!
Dongfang Aoshi was smiling but not smiling, his eyes were strangely dark, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts..." The gentle voice was weak, and she could hardly breathe...
This scumbag!
Do you want to strangle her to death...
"Remember, this is what will happen if you anger this king." Dongfang Aoshi smiled coldly and tightened his palms again.
Wen Wenwen's entire face turned pale, and she struggled to breathe the thin air...
Dongfang Aoshi snorted coldly and let go.
"Cough cough cough..." Rou Wen fell to the ground and almost coughed out his internal organs.
"Next time, if you try to be clever and self-righteous, you won't be suffocated for a short time." Ling Leng glared at Wen Wen before Dongfang Aoshi left with a puff of sleeves.
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study.
The decoration is very luxurious, with valuable antiques and paintings everywhere.
On the antique soft couch, Dongfang Aoshi was half-lying, holding a tea cup in his hand. The clothes on his chest were open, revealing his strong and strong chest.
His dark eyes looked out the window, his face expressionless, he didn't know what he was thinking.
The maids stood in a group in front of the soft couch, holding clothes in their hands. They had been waiting for a long time.
However, Dongfang Aoshi did not speak, and no one dared to move.
A quarter of an hour.
Two quarters of an hour.
Three quarters of an hour.
Half an hour...
…
…
…
An hour passed, and still no one dared to say a word.
Tian Jin, the personal bodyguard and friend, couldn't wait any longer and stepped forward, "Your Majesty, please oil all your clothes and change them."
Dongfang Aoshi glanced at him lightly, without making any move, and shook the cup in his hand.