Chapter 65 The First Step Against Hegemonism

Basically, Feng Sumo's protests and protests in front of Mexiro never had any effect.

When the party was about to start, Moxiluo asked Nuo Qi to bring a small dress, and forced Feng Sumo to change into it.

The little dress is dark purple, people who wear this color can choose their skin tone, but Feng Sumo can control it very well.

Her skin was originally very white, as delicate as ceramics, but against the deep purple color of the dress, her innocence was full of the charm of a little woman, her sensuality was full of grace, and her graceful beauty was blooming with fresh beauty. Beautiful, very touching.

Standing in front of the fitting mirror, Feng Sumo stared blankly at himself in the mirror with eyes as clear as Wang Qinghu, his eyes were slightly sad.

As soon as Moxiluo walked in, what he saw was such a beautiful profile of hers. His cold eyes touched her clear profile, which gradually warmed up a little.

Unscrupulously looked her up and down, his blade-thin lips outlined a slight arc, and his slender legs walked towards her in a few steps.

"Go away!" Seeing his figure in the mirror, Feng Sumo shrank back, looking at him with strong repulsion.

"Going out." There was a flash of displeasure on Jun's face, Moxiluo grabbed her wrist and put it in his arms, and led her out of the villa.

Feng Sumo lowered his head, full of dissatisfaction in his heart.

Why should she be bullied to death by him?

Why should he be so domineering to her?
No, she must fight against hegemony!
Thinking of this, Feng Sumo's footsteps gradually slowed down, and when he reached the iron gate outside the villa, he simply stopped.

Looking at the figure in front of her, she paused every word, "I'm not going!"

"Oh?" Moxiluo escaped a single word from his thin lips, looking at her with interest.

"I still have a lot of things to do on my own. What I promise you is just to be a maid here. You can't force me to do other things." Feng Sumo lowered his head, avoiding his eyes, feeling that his tone It's like preaching to people.

"Is there anything else to do?" Moxiluo walked slowly to her side, resting his hands on the wall behind her, and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Feng Sumo thought for a while and said, "Some chores in the villa."

"I'll let someone else handle it." His Royal Highness Xi Luo said it was a rare occasion, and it was easy to discuss.

"I want to review the courses and prepare for the proficiency test for the start of school." Feng Sumo glared at him, turned his head, and moved out of school affairs to prevaricate.

A wry smile floated on his drooping face.

There is a kind, you also let people help me learn?

Moxiluo looked at her with strange eyes, this was the first time he heard about the school from her.

If she didn't mention it, he almost forgot that his future wife was so young that she was still studying...

"Then I'll go back to the room first." Seeing that he didn't answer, Feng Sumo was even more proud. He turned his body and wanted to leave, but Moxiluo hugged him from behind and firmly stopped him.

"Bastard, let go!" Feng Sumo struggled with his legs and feet, trying to push him away, but Moxiluo was very strong, and the confrontation between the two was completely like the collision of eggs and stones.

Mesilo held her kicking leg with one arm, lowered his deep eyes, looked into her eyes, and said, "From tomorrow onwards, you don't have to do housework. In the free time, what do you want to do?" Do whatever you want."

starting from tomorrow?
So you still have to go tonight?

(End of this chapter)

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