Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 93 What Did You Do Last Night?
Knowing that he couldn't escape, Feng Sumo didn't make unnecessary struggles, his clear face was expressionless.

However, just when she thought that he was going to plunder like last time, Moxiluo's hand walking on her body suddenly fell on the bed sheet, and it was unknown whether it was intentional or unintentional, it happened to cover her hand.

Feng Sumo didn't know what was wrong with him, every cell in his body was tense, and he was afraid that he would continue later.

In the room, it was surprisingly quiet.

The night wind lifted a corner of the curtain, messily blowing away the scattered rose petals, and the quiet fragrance lingered in the small space between the two of them, dyeing the dull air with a touch of romance.

Feng Sumo didn't speak, she was waiting for his next move. However, after a long time, Moxiluo didn't do anything other than cover her hand.

Turning his head slowly, Feng Sumo's gaze fell on Moxiluo's face, but he had fallen asleep at some point.

Feng Sumo slowly breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that he would accidentally wake up Moxiluo, he didn't even dare to move, so he closed his eyes in the posture of the two of them.

Almost at the same moment when she closed her eyes, Moxiluo's ink-like eyes suddenly opened, and there was darkness at the bottom of the eyes...

When Feng Sumo woke up the next morning, the scumbag Mo Xiluo was no longer around. Jier stood by the bed, as if waiting for her to wake up.

"Good morning, Your Royal Highness Princess Su Mo!" Ji'er seemed to have a very docile personality, and she always smiled softly, and her face with a little freckles was much more beautiful under that bright smile.

"Good morning!" Feng Sumo greeted her, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"His Highness Xi Luo just sent a message that you and he need to enter the palace once at eight o'clock in the morning." Ji'er went to the closet, took out a few sets of clothes, and brought them to the bed.

"Your Highness, which outfit do you want to wear this morning?"

Feng Sumo, "..."

What do you want to wear this morning?
Could it be that she needs to change many sets a day?

As if guessing what she was thinking, Jier explained, "There will be a royal family meeting this afternoon, and I should stay in the palace to have dinner with other royal family members in the evening. When Your Highness asked us to prepare clothes for you, various occasions Everything you need to wear is ready, you choose first."

"No need, I'll just wear one." Feng Sumo randomly picked out a dress that was pleasing to the eye, and put it on directly without avoiding Ji'er's presence.

Tired of changing so many clothes a day?
Ji'er didn't say anything, just smiled lightly.

After spending ten minutes washing his face and brushing his teeth, Feng Sumo pushed open the door and went downstairs.

Feng Sumo didn't know when Moxiluo got up. When he went downstairs, he was already discussing something with Nuoqi in the living room.

Lance is also there, always smiling, a typical sunny boy.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the spiral staircase, the three people in the living room looked at Feng Sumo who was going downstairs at the same time.

Feng Sumo was wearing a slim-fitting dress. His figure was already slender. The dress set off his curves, and his clear face still had the blush that hadn't faded after waking up. He looked so beautiful. Look away.

However, Lance misunderstood the source of the blush on her face, looked away, glanced at Moxiluo, and smiled meaningfully, "It seems that last night was really hard work."

The words, neither serious nor serious, just reached Feng Sumo's ears, the stiletto heels he was wearing suddenly twisted, and a heart-pounding pain hit his ankle, and his calm face turned pale with pain on the spot.

(End of this chapter)