The Boss is Very Busy

Jun Yushu raised his beautiful fair cheeks slightly, he slightly bent his fingers, and laid them casually on the pages of the book, the young man pressed his cold voice: "Sit."

Kapok glanced at the position beside him, then slightly gathered his clothes and sat down on the chair.

The prince reached out and tapped on the table lightly: "Eat."

Hearing this, Kapok raised her eyes and glanced at the things on the table, the colorful cakes were arranged beautifully and orderly, these things had never been seen in Hongyun Courtyard before.

It can be seen from this that these are all used by the old bustard to curry favor with the Ninth Prince.

Kapok picked up a piece of pastry and took a bite, the taste was very good.

It is worthy of being dedicated to the Ninth Prince.

Jun Yushu's eyes were covered with silk, and that person was more desolate and elegant. He turned his cheek slightly, pursed his beautiful thin lips slightly, and said in a low tone.

"Is it tasty?"

Kapok's cheeks lightly paused, and he nodded generously: "It's delicious."

The prince suddenly raised the corners of his lips. Although he couldn't see his eyes on his elegant and beautiful cheeks, it was not difficult to imagine the beauty under that layer of pure white silk.

Jun Yushu's snow-white fingertips gently grasped the wide sleeves, and the beauty asked, "What's Little Cotton's real name?"

Kapok's chewing cheeks are bulging, and his eyebrows are raised slightly.

Little Cotton?

what the hell...

She opened her mouth and answered, "Kapok."

Kapok.

The white and elegant prince silently read it several times in his heart, and gently bit his beautiful and thin lips.

"Kapok... nice to hear."

Kapok raised her eyebrows: "My lord, please call me Mian Mian. After all, people like us are not allowed to use our own names here."

Jun Yushu's smile froze, and the corners of his lips slowly dropped.

His body was slightly stiff, his fingertips were also tightened, and his voice was a little hoarse: "...are you still angry?"

Mu Mian shook her head, looking at the other party's shiny and delicate chin, the beautiful lines extending into the snow-white clothes, she blinked, retracted her gaze somewhat to hide, and said in a calm tone.

"My lord was joking, Mian Mian is a brothel girl, how dare she be angry with her."

Although she said so.

The noble and cold prince paused, he could hear dissatisfaction from his tone, he tightly pursed the corners of his lips, lowered his head and said: "It was the king who made a slip of the tongue that day, you..."

Kapok leaned lazily on the chair, listening to what the other party said.

The white and tender delicate collarbone came to mind again.

The corner of the clothes was torn off suddenly, Mu Mian looked down, and the other party's snow-white fingers gently grabbed her blue clothes and pulled.

Jun Yushu moved a little closer, his cool voice was pleasant and elegant.

"Don't be angry, my lord... I know I was wrong."

He calls himself "I".

Kapok slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows, and after staring at the other's shiny fingers for a few seconds, she grabbed her shirt and pulled it from the other's fingertips.

"My lord, Mian Mian is a nobleman who only sells his art but not his body. Please respect yourself."

self-respect?

Jun Yushu was in an inexplicable mood.

The last time I came here, I made the other party self-respecting, but this time the other party became cold and indifferent, even not letting me touch the corner of my clothes.

The prince lowered his head lightly, feeling inexplicably wronged...

He bit his thin, cool and beautiful lower lip.

"I didn't want to do anything to you, just don't be angry... angry is not good for your health,"

The prince's tone was aggrieved and helpless, Mu Mian looked over, and the other party's fingers were tightly clenched on the clothes, she couldn't help but smiled with her lips curled up: "My lord wants me not to be angry?"

Listening to the girl's soft voice, Jun Yushu nodded slightly.

Kapok's eyes flicked to the man's moist and beautiful lips, and he smirked.

"Then give me a kiss from the prince, and I won't be angry."