Chapter 27 (1/2)
For the concubine Mu Shu that he did not have a rabbit pet this matter, the six Royal Highness think is very should not. So that night, Zong Zhenglin in bed to practice, let Mu Xiyao experience, what is ”pet.”. Worried that the woman did not have a memory, he repeated, back and forth to prove many times. Until Mu Xiyao sobbed repeatedly to ensure that the experience is very clear, no longer confused, just call gold.
Mu Xiyao was severely cleaned up by Zong Zhenglin. Her whole body was weak, only slightly red eyes, leaning against the man for breath. Zong Zhenglin is light, caressing her back and gently touching her small ears.
”Yang ~ ~” Mu Xiyao's soft and tender hum. Head to the side to avoid Zong Zhenglin's harassment.
”Did you feel comfortable just now?” Zong Zhenglin spoke hoarsely.
”I hate not to say it.” Mu Xiyao kicks his long leg to show his resentment.
”That's not remembering?”
Mu Xiyao was startled, and he quickly hummed out a low, fast, inaudible voice, ”EH.”
In the end, he was angry and bit him in the chest. He moved his body to a more comfortable position and took Zong Zhenglin for a rest.
”Do you want a bath?”
”Can't go, sour ~ ~” Mu Xiyao was very aggrieved, and like to think of something, immediately added, ”don't bully people.”
Zong Zhenglin pinched her small nose, then held people, and went back to Shuangyan pool.
When the two are ready, Mu Xiyao curls up comfortably in the man's arms, and her eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.
”Sleep.” Zong Zhenglin held his soft little body and held him tight for a few minutes, and then he went to sleep.
Mu Xiyao was dug up by Zong Zhenglin early in the morning, and muddleheaded and packed into the carriage. I'm eating a snack to cushion my stomach.
”Where is this, your highness?” Mu Xiyao, leaning on Zong Zhenglin, is not fully awake.
”After breakfast at yuelou, go back to the mansion.” Zong Zhenglin leaned over and licked the residue of her mouth before letting go of the little woman.
”Back to the house?” Mu Xiyao exclaimed. Now I'm sober.
Mu Xiyao had never thought of entering the prince's backyard, and could return to see her so quickly. She looked at Zong Zhenglin in a daze, her eyes slowly moist.
”Cry what, silly.” Zong Zhenglin gently hugged people and stroked her soft hair.
Mu Xiyao rubbed his chest, small hand to grasp Zong Zhenglin's front, slightly choked voice stuffy, ”Your Highness, I'm very happy.”
After dinner, they took the snacks and desserts of the moon tower, packed several famous dishes, and went to Yufu.