The Boss is Very Busy

He sat there with a cold expression, but his cheeks were rosy, the prince was silent for a few seconds, and then he said in a low voice: "Why do you always..."

Jun Yushu really couldn't say the word "molesting".

Kapok always acts like a hooligan.

The delicate and soft Highness continued to blush, even shy and whispered, Mu Mian blinked, she suddenly stretched out her hand, and directly slammed the Ninth Prince against the wall in the sedan chair, she approached and smiled.

"What am I always?"

Jun Yushu was forced to nest in a corner, subconsciously grasping the clothes with snow-white fingertips, pulling out a few folds, breaking all the rigor and coldness in the past.

Smelling the pleasant fragrance from the girl, he coughed helplessly, stretched out his slender white fingers, and gently pressed against her.

"Don't do that."

he said softly.

Kapok raised the man's chin again, it was funny.

"What else?"

Although the other party stretched out his hand to resist, that hand seemed to have no bones. When the kapok approached gently, the covered hand softened.

The girl leaned close to his delicate cheeks, and the heat of her breath sprinkled on his neck, she said softly.

"Don't you like it, my lord?"

The warm breath sprinkled on his neck, and the young man's thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably. He bit his pretty lips, and his whole body stiffened almost subconsciously.

The young man's cheeks were dyed red, until it spread to the full white earlobe, and his whole body was almost red. Kapok couldn't help but looked at his change in surprise.

This is a little too shy, right?

So careless...

She felt a little guilty.

Just as she was thinking about it, she heard the man speak. The prince's clear voice became hoarse, but his voice was still cold and flat: "It's not that I don't like it."

Kapok raised an eyebrow.

The snow-white boy continued to press his fingers against the opponent's shoulder, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Since Mianmian is so impatient, even here, I have no objection."

"..." Mu Mian's brows twitched.

Before the girl could speak, Jun Yushu pursed the corners of his lips, and covered his sash with his slender fingers. Suddenly, his face showed embarrassment.

"However, Mianmian, I have limited mobility, why don't you help me out?"

"..." Kapok stretched out his hand: "Stop talking."

Jun Yushu bit his lip, puzzled.

"Why?"

Kapok tried her best to suppress her beating heart, she coughed and took her hand away.

But Qingfeng Jiyue's young man was still crouching in the corner, he pulled out the folds of his shirt, his fingers were still covering the belt, hanging loosely around his waist.

Kapok took a deep breath and raised her eyes.

His Highness's neckline was still rigorous and flat, but his beautiful snow-white collarbone was completely exposed.

Without waiting for a response, the young man seemed a little puzzled. He bit his lips lightly, and the area around his thin, cool and powdery lips turned white from the bite.

Kapok stepped back a bit.

"My lord, it's not very good."

Jun Yushu didn't understand: "What's wrong?" After he finished speaking, he was silent for a while, then hummed in a low voice, and nodded.

"It's true, it's not very convenient here... It's okay, just bear with it for a while, and you'll be in the mansion soon."

"..."

?

It's over.

He started dogging again.

Kapok was expressionless and didn't answer.

The prince's fingers covered the blind book again, and he gently stroked the uneven pages, restoring his cool and rigorous appearance.

Only then did Kapok breathe a sigh of relief, and after a while, she glanced at the book in the prince's hand.

"What is the prince reading?"

Jun Yushu snapped his fingers: "I haven't read it."

Kapok: "Huh?"

The prince put down the book slowly, he sighed and didn't read a word at all.

He opened his mouth with a flat voice: "This king is just thinking...you will be too enthusiastic for a while, what should I do."

"..."