Marry a queen

Shen Su'er half-bent her knees, and gently untied the jade belt for him, her movements were a little slow - suddenly, she rolled her eyes, it was for herself.what is this?Mentality is not right? !Isn't the purpose just to see his injury and give him medicine?It's as if it's going to be XXOO.

MD, idiot.She cursed herself secretly, and then sped up her movements.

"Your Majesty, is there a fire dragon under this soft couch?" It was a fairly advanced way of keeping warm in ancient times, and things buried in the ground would be warmed up by lighting a fire.Shen Su'er asked this because she was worried that she would be cold when she took off her clothes and applied the medicine.

"Don't worry about me, do what you should do." The day is not as cold as the night.

What should be done?Shen Su'er pursed her lips. [

"The queen is not satisfied?"

"Yes. Your tone of voice really annoys me..." I wanted to speak louder, but today I was wronged and spoke a lot softer.Be unhappy with yourself!

"Pfft..." Murong Jing laughed, "Queen, when did you treat me better?"

"I treat you very well every day." It seems to be the same thing.

"Really? Ask again?" Doubt is also denial.

"..." I was speechless, feeling guilty.

So, she sped up her movements, and untied Murong Jing's outer robe, inner shirt, and... Finally, she revealed her strong muscles. It was really predictable. A certain woman sighed again in her heart, especially the perfect collarbone Even her half pervert was hooked.

Avoiding his sight, he still couldn't help but sneak a few more glances, not looking for nothing.

When Zha Kai saw his injury, he frowned.

Seeing that the white cloth binding the wound was dyed red, he knew that he had treated the wound hastily.Indeed, in such a short period of time, he had already appeared in Zuiyue Tower, earlier than her and Sima Luo, so it was strange that he could treat the injury carefully.

"Queen, are you still satisfied with my chest?" The tone was like she was taking his tofu.

Shen Su'er raised her eyes, gave him a blank look, she was covering up the fact, and replied arrogantly with her small face: "Is there any satisfaction or dissatisfaction? It's not the first time I've seen it. Hmph!" It seemed that she had eaten him up long ago.

That's the look a client would have on a prostitute who has had a few visits.

There was a black line on Murong Jing's forehead, neither crying nor smiling.