However, I was flustered and a little desperate, and found that I had really become someone's drug guide.
After a while, Zhan Qingcheng sat up next to her and closed his eyes to do his exercises.
And the little girl who had been used completely was still lying there, naked, waiting miserably for her strength to recover.
Occasionally, I couldn't help but look sideways at him. I couldn't see his face, but could only see the corner of his thin bathrobe.
The man was sitting behind her, and she was still lying next to him in such an ambiguous posture, but after using her, it seemed that there was no value anymore.
How could she end up in such a miserable state?
After finally regaining some strength, Feng Jiuer stretched her upper body slightly, as if she could stand up a little bit.
She took a deep breath, used all her strength, and pushed hard.
Finally, I successfully turned myself around!
This turning over is simply more laborious than a two-month-old baby turning over!
However, Feng Jiuer soon discovered that it was better to lie down. Unfortunately, she used all her strength to turn over, and now she no longer has the strength to turn back.
For God's sake! Let her hit her head against the wall and die. What's the point of turning over now?
Zhan Qingcheng opened his eyes slightly, and Feng Jiuer's little face immediately turned red with embarrassment: "Close your eyes! Don't look! Don't!"
She hurriedly tried to block his sight, but her hands were so weak that she didn't even have the strength to lift them up.
Therefore, the Ninth Prince generously took in some scenery.
"Does this count as seducing this king?" Not only did he not close his eyes, he even looked at it very carefully!
Feng Jiuer really wanted to slap herself to death. She was already lying on her stomach. What was she doing when she turned over?
"I'm not, you...don't you want to do exercises to heal your injuries? Can you...turn me back?"
She now knew what the Ninth Prince meant when he said he wanted her.
He does want her, but he just... wants a little blood from her!
That’s not what it meant anyway!
Feng Jiuer didn't know whether to mourn her negative charm value or to be grateful that she had escaped. In short, the current situation was very embarrassing.
"Not happy." Zhan Qingcheng still stared at her without evading his gaze.
To look at other people's bodies so generously! Doesn't he know what shame is?
But now, the enemy is strong and we are weak, Feng Jiuer has no choice but to endure.
"Then...can you ask Uncle Nine Emperors to help me cover myself with a quilt?"
She felt that she was really miserable. A normal woman would probably faint from shame in this situation.
But she still had to be strong and beg him!
"I think this is good." You can see the beautiful scenery when you open your eyes, why do you need to cover the scenery with a quilt?
There was no hope of begging for mercy, so Feng Jiuer became angry: "You are shameless!"
"Are you suggesting that I, the king, can do something even more shameless?"
"No!" Feng Jiuer hurriedly shook his head, only to realize that it was so difficult to even shake his head.
He didn't speak and continued to do his exercises with his eyes closed, but occasionally he would open his eyes to look at her.
As he said, the scenery is so beautiful, why not see it?
Feng Jiuer really wanted to slap this shameless bastard to death! The premise is that she has this ability.
When he closed his eyes and practiced, she bit her lip and tried hard to push her body up.
No matter what, first... turn it over first and then talk about it!
Who wants to hold himself up after he is full, and what can he do if he turns over?
