Chapter 1548 The Little Palace Maid of the Mentally Retarded Prince (24)

Two people are already tired and crooked enough, let's have a red line again, will you stumble on it every day?

Afraid of the host's suspicion, the system immediately replied: "It's okay, the ancients are very dirty, the original owner's home is a mountain village, what kind of old women, married middle-aged women basically move a small bench every day and talk at the door every day, the original owner is farming. You work, you know everything."

Bai Weiwei nodded clearly.

Also, not a virgin girl.

The big girl who works and farms knows a little more.

Bai Weiwei suddenly realized that a little palace maid can also be dirty.

The system saw that Bai Weiwei understood, and it felt that the host should educate Ning Jiumo.

Then let Ning Jiomo solve it by himself.

So it continued to squat with peace of mind, cutting the red line forcefully.

That half-baked fortune teller, where did you get the material, is it a steel cable or a red thread?

Bai Weiwei had a bottom line, she put the water basin on the shelf.

Then he looked up to see Ning Jiimo, who was squatting and huddled in a ball, his ears were all red.

He probably felt that he was sick, so he didn't dare to move, trying to get through it like this.

"Your Highness?"

Ning Jiumo felt that his whole body was hot, and he didn't know why.

Hearing Bai Weiwei's voice, his ears moved suddenly, the redness even more, and his Adam's apple rolled.

I don't know why it's more uncomfortable.

Bai Weiwei saw that he lowered his head, his long hair was scattered, his pure white neck was exposed, and the skin on his neck turned red.

If it is a normal person, wouldn't it be able to suppress it by itself soon?

Why is this big fool getting more and more serious?

Bai Weiwei, who is like an old mother, squatted down and said softly, "Your Highness, is it still uncomfortable?"

Ning Jiu shivered, as if she felt that Bai Weiwei was too close to him.

He felt that when she posted it, the sweet smell made him even more at a loss.

A good big man tried to shrink himself into a ball again.

It was as pitiful as a big ostrich, not knowing where to hide.

Bai Weiwei resignedly advised softly, "Your Highness, this is normal, you can make it yourself and feel comfortable."

The word "comfortable" might be because her voice was too soft.

There is a little bit of ambiguity out of nowhere.

Ning Jiumo clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into the flesh of his palm.

He felt that he was bad, he actually wanted to, wanted to fight with her.

The confused Ning Jiimo was afraid that he would hurt Bai Weiwei. His eyes were red and his throat was shaking and he said with difficulty: "Don't worry about me, I'm sick, just fall asleep."

He is weird now.

When I saw the two fairies fighting, I didn't know what they were doing.

But when I saw the white flesh, I was disgusted.

But for some unknown reason, she pressed him into the crevice of the stone, when her soft body rubbed against him.

He started to suffer.

He even thought he was poisoned.

Is he going to die.

The more Ning Jiumo thought about it, the redder her eyes became, and her tears were about to fall.

"You go, you go quickly."

He's useless, he's going to die.

He didn't want to drag the little palace maid to see his rotting body.

It's like those corpses he'd seen, dead in a well and soaked in rot.

Disgusting and ugly.

He would probably be like that when he died.

Suddenly, a kiss fell lightly on his forehead.

Light as a butterfly stopped.

Very gentle.

But it instantly made Ning Jiimo stiff.