Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Mu Nanzhi shook his head: "No, no, I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

"No, just say that today we have to be in the eleventh style. I have to talk." The man smiled and pulled Mu Nanzhi's red face with a smile, and put the picture album in front of Mu Nanzhi. He smiled vaguely, vaguely, and badly. "Look first, this is the eleventh style. The posture is not difficult at all, and you don't have to do a little bit of effort. I'm so smart, I will definitely learn it."

As soon as Mu Nanzhi saw the album, his eyes widened and his face flushed with blood. She stuttered, "No, no, no ... no, no! This is absolutely not possible! Lu Zhishan, you, you, you Don't even think about it! "

"This can't be helped!"

The next second, Lu Zhishan hugged the screamer.

...

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The next day.

During the day, Mu Nanzhi fell asleep all night until waking leisurely the next day.

Mu Nanzhi rubbed his sleepy eyes and stared at the crimson bed tentatively, and blushed blushingly. She turned her face away, and Lu Zhishan was no longer on the bed, and the sky was bright outside.

She was thinking of yesterday's scene, and all of a sudden became red to the ears, she grabbed the blanket and covered her face.

My cousin is so bad, how can and how to treat myself that way, finally I have to force myself to scream several times ...

It's so shameful.

How could you suddenly call that ... so shameful title?

Mu Nanzhi complained about Lu Zhishan, and at the same time complained of himself, but he felt a little bit unclear about the sweetness of the road.

She felt that she must have been fascinated by her cousin, or else she was so bad, why did she still like her cousin so much?

The more she thought, the more she felt ashamed, covering her face with both hands.

She didn't remember when she slept last night, but at this time she was soothing, she didn't feel a little sweaty and sticky, and she wore silk pajamas and was very comfortable.

Is Lu Zhishan taking a bath for himself?

...

Mu Nanzhi's cheeks were red. Thinking of yesterday's absurdity, Mu Nanzhi's breathing was disordered. She was too busy to wipe her face and tried to calm herself.

She nested on the bed for a while, waited until her mood was calm, and then gently opened the corner of the blanket, revealing a small face: "Cousin? Cousin! Are you there?"

She whispered, but Lu Zhishan didn't come in, but was auspicious but broke through the curtain and walked in.

"Princess, are you awake?" Jixiang asked with a smile, and poured a glass of water for Mu Nanzhi, and passed it, "Prince, please drink a glass of water to moisten your throat."

Looking at the smile on Jixiang's face, Mu Nanzhi felt uncomfortable all over his body. She always felt that Jixiang knew everything. She lowered her head and took a sip, then asked with a little embarrassment: "What about Wangye, others?"

"Prince always stayed in the dormitory, thinking about waiting for the princess to wake up for a meal, but Du Heng came over just now, and asked the grandfather to go to the study room to discuss things. The grandfather let the slaves wait outside and said that he would go back to the backyard "" Jixiang replied, and he smiled while covering his mouth again. "The queen was very nice to the queen. Yesterday, the queen also personally served the queen's bath."

Mu Nan's face blushed, and he asked blatantly, "Last night was ... Is the bath that the Lord gave me?"

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