Chapter 1222 You can see it, but you can't touch it
Everyone's work ended with Yu Jingfeng scattering some rose petals in the bath.
Yu Jingfeng came to Di Wuya and Feng Jiuer and asked softly: "Your Highness, do you need to make something to eat tonight?"
"Prepare more for the girl." Di Wuya waved his hand.
"Yes." Seeing his impatience, Yu Jingfeng immediately nodded and turned to leave.
Both doors were closed by the last person to leave. Feng Jiuer looked back at the man behind him who was taking off his clothes.
Seeing him carefully hanging up the clothes she designed, she shook her head and walked over.
"How do I remember that these clothes are in my wardrobe, and why do they appear on you later?"
While speaking, Feng Jiuer stood in front of Di Wuya and untied the clothes underneath him.
"Yes." Di Wuya lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him, nodded, "I forgot to take it with me today, so I went to get it."
"I said I would give it to you?" Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows.
The majestic prince, now that he has resumed his status as a prince, went there in person for a piece of clothing. There are not many such princes in the past, right?
There is a first time for every situation, maybe he will really become the only king with only one harem.
It's too early to say anything now, so forget it, and we'll talk about the future matters later.
"If you don't do it for me, who else can you do it for?" Di Wuya opened his arms to facilitate Feng Jiuer's work.
When she was taking off the most intimate clothes for him, he suddenly held her little arm.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes to meet the man's gaze, frowned slightly, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Come here." Di Wuya took Feng Jiuer's hand and walked with her to the big bed.
Looking at the bed approaching, Feng Jiuer swallowed a mouthful of saliva and her face felt a little hot unconsciously.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, today is not our wedding day. Didn't you say..." Isn't it possible?
Feng Jiuer was too embarrassed to say what happened next, as she didn't say what she was going to do.
Di Wuya rubbed Feng Jiu'er's head, let go of her, and took off his clothes from behind.
"Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Jiuer turned her head, suddenly afraid to look.
It feels different when she takes off her clothes for him than when he takes them off himself.
Di Wuya looked at the blushing girl in front of him, held out his hand and asked her to sit down.
He turned sideways, his back to her.
"Look back." The man's voice had a commanding tone.
"Don't look!" Feng Jiuer shook her head.
Without Feng Jiuer's sight, Emperor Wuya smiled slightly and continued to order: "I order you to turn back now."
"Otherwise, I don't guarantee what will happen tonight!"
Feng Jiuer mumbled her lips and took a deep breath. Unexpectedly, she still only had orders.
"Just look at it, you won't miss a piece..."
When her eyes fell on the man's lower back, Feng Jiuer's eyes widened and she couldn't say a word.
After being stunned for a while, she stretched out her long finger and poked the mark on Di Wuya's lower back.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, when did you get this seal here?"
Feng Jiuer touched the man's lower back several times. In order to see the mark on Di Wuya's body clearly, she even lay down on the bed.
"It looks like a dragon. It's a dragon pattern. Could it be..."
Thinking of something important, Feng Jiuer knelt down on the bed, hugged the man, and tried to pull his head over.
Di Wuya turned around and looked at the girl kneeling behind him.
"Could it be that the dragon pattern on your body is the missing half of the treasure map?"
"Uncle Nine Emperors, when did you know that you also had this totem on your body? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Feng Jiuer couldn't wait any longer. Before Di Wuya could respond, she pushed him and made him turn his back to her again.
And she lay down again, her hands falling on Di Wuya's waist.
The different kind of touch made Di Wuya's breath become much hotter.
He held her little hand with his backhand, pulled her, and asked her to sit up.
If this was really the missing half of the treasure map, then they would most likely be able to find the treasure. How could Feng Jiuer have the heart to discover Di Wuya's blushing face?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I still want to see, I want to see clearly, is it true?"
Feng Jiuer didn't even look at Di Wuya, pushing his arm and trying to get back behind him.
Di Wuya held her arm and held her in his arms.
He looked down at her and said hoarsely: "Don't touch a man's waist!"
Only then did Feng Jiuer realize that Uncle Nine Emperor's breath was so hot.
She raised her eyes and immediately stepped back.
If Di Wuya hadn't caught her back, the woman who retreated might have fallen off the bed.
Meeting the man's gaze, Feng Jiuer blinked, pursed her lips and said, "I don't know your waist, I can't... touch it randomly."
"Uncle Nine Emperors, please let me go first. If we have anything to say... talk about it."
It seemed that it was less than a minute before and after. Would Uncle Jiuhuang's face be so red? His body was also very hot.
If he hadn't thought of something, Feng Jiuer would have thought he had a fever.
Di Wuya felt uncomfortable if he continued to maintain this distance. He slightly curled his lips and let her go.
Feng Jiuer was liberated and suddenly shrank to the corner of the bed.
Di Wuya glanced at her again, turned sideways, and turned his back to her.
"You can see it, but you can't touch it." In order for her to see clearly, he bent down slightly.
Feng Jiuer looked at his broad, strong, and extremely good-skinned back, bit her lip, and slowly approached.
If you don’t want to touch it, don’t touch it. Just look... and that’s it.
"Remember on the black pool, you and I broke the formation together?" Di Wuya's voice came over.
"Yes." Feng Jiuer nodded and stopped approaching.
Seeing that the distance between the two was about the same, she carefully lay down behind him.
"That night, I discovered the totem on my lower back." Di Wuya's voice sounded again.
Feng Jiuer nodded, lay on the bed, and looked at it seriously for a while.
When she sat up, her eyes glowed with silver, as if she had seen a lot of treasures.
"Uncle Nine Emperors." As excited as she was, she still didn't dare to get too close to him.
"Do you think it's possible that the marks on your body and the marks on mine combined could form a complete treasure map?"
"It looks like the textures in the two pictures are very similar. Maybe it's just as I guessed."
"There's no need to guess, you can figure it out first by tracing the dragon pattern." Di Wuya responded softly.
"Yes." Feng Jiu'er nodded sharply, "That's what I have in mind. I'll go get ready now."
When Di Wuya turned around, he saw the woman behind him walking briskly and disappearing from his sight.
After spending more than half an hour, Feng Jiuer finally copied the mark on Di Wuya's body.
Seeing the little girl leaving as if she was holding some treasure, Di Wuya felt a little disappointed.
He coughed lightly and said calmly: "Girl, I'm cold."
