"……It was my fault."

His Royal Highness admitted his mistake and had a good attitude. He leaned over and his slender fingers fell on her waist, and he kneaded her with no effort or weight.

As he rubbed, he couldn't help but lower his head, and his thin and bright red lips kissed the woman's thin and moist shoulders.

"Itchy, don't make a fuss." She reached out and pushed his head, "Get up."

She pushed away the man behind her who suddenly became sticky, got out of bed and bent over to pick up her clothes.

Just now I picked up my clothes and the person was pulled back to the bed.

"I'll help you wear it." Ji Yu said.

"All right."

There is someone to serve, but she naturally has no reason to refuse.

However, there is a fundamental difference between wearing clothes by yourself and a man who just started eating meat and meat to help her dress.

At least it could only take a few minutes, but the time could not help but extend to half an hour.

He put on his clothes slowly, Fenghua got out of bed, and when Ji Yu put his belt around his waist, he pulled him out.

"I don't know how Xiaobao is." She glared at him lazy, "It's all your fault that you insist on making trouble."

“Yes, yes, my fault.”

...

Mrs. Ronghua was guarding Xiaobao's side. He woke up, with a white and tender face, and was holding the silver sable like a cat in his arms. He could not see the blood-colored face of the cold poison.

Mrs. Ronghua held a dagger in her hand and was peeling a fruit as big as a palm, with her fingertips as if she was unfolding an elegant art.

After peeling off the dark brown coat, the fruit in her hand revealed the crystal white flesh inside, looking delicious and juicy.

Mrs. Ronghua handed it to Xiaobao, and Xiaobao thanked him politely, "Thank you grandma."

Such a sensible and polite child has no lifeless depression at all, such a sensible and polite poison as the most yin in the world.

I have to make Mrs. Ronghua like it.

When Xiaobao was gnawing fruits like a squirrel, Fenghua and Ji Yu came in.

"Mother..." Xiaobao immediately stopped his little squirrel-like movements, and his black eyes were lit up and his voice was cheerful.

Mrs. Ronghua's eyes flashed over the hands of the two holding, and she didn't say much.

Although the two disappeared for most of the day, as long as they moved their brains a little, they could think of what they had done in these few hours.

She is a veteran, so she naturally knows how a young man feels when he mixes oil in honey.

Mrs. Ronghua moved out of the way, "A Zi, come here to accompany Xiaobao."

Fenghua sat over and touched Xiao Baozi's head, "Do you feel uncomfortable in Xiaobao?"

"No." Xiaobao shook his head well-behavedly, "Xiaobao is fine, it makes my mother worry."

Fenghua raised his eyebrows, "Why, are you still being kind to your mother?"

Xiaobao's pink and tender lips pursed, smiled shyly, and said in a whisper, "It's really okay, but it was a little cold and painful at the beginning... It's really okay now."

Mrs. Ronghua's eyes are crystal clear and soft.

It’s big and small, and it’s not like a mother and son, but like a friend.

"Okay, let's trust you for now. If you feel uncomfortable, you should say it out immediately. Don't bear it, do you know?"

Xiaobao nodded.

She touched Xiao Baozi's face and pulled Ji Yu in front of him, "Come on, Xiaobao, let me introduce you to you, this is your father."

Xiaobao pursed his lips, "Xiaobao knows."
Chapter completed!