The Boss is Very Busy

The elegant prince was stunned, and he subconsciously grasped his shirt with his fingertips.

"What...what?"

MuMian approached the whole person, her slender fingers pressed against the boy's shoulder, and her lips bent.

"Master, can't it?"

Jun Yushu's Adam's apple was rolling, and the girl's faint scent filled the nose, his heart tightened inexplicably, and his voice was dumb: "This... not so good."

The girl's white tender little hand ran across His Highness's chest, and her eyes were like silk.

"Then the prince is unwilling?"

If the other party touched him, the young man froze. He stretched out his slender fingers, grabbed the other party's messy little hand, and clasped it tightly.

He pursed his lips, as if thinking.

A few seconds later, MuMian heard the humanity.

"Since a kiss can calm you down, then... come on."

When the voice fell, the snow-white boy moved closer.

MuMian raises eyebrows.

What is going on to make her feel relieved by a kiss, so why did you take the initiative to come up?

She didn't say it was broken, she just hooked her lips, and her little hand scratched gently in his palm.

"Then cotton kissed."

The prince pursed his lips, and his heart throbbed: "It's just to calm you down, but don't kiss for too long..." After speaking, the boy's delicate cheeks approached, and the girl's small hand was still clasped in his palm.

Under the slender eyelashes of MuMian, the dark pupils were rippling, she half-squinted her eyes, and suddenly approached gently.

Jun Yushu felt the other person's approach.

His breathing slowly became unstable, and his throat tightened.

When he was about to touch it, MuMian suddenly stopped. The girl looked at his thin and beautiful lips and frowned her beautiful eyebrows, she said with some distress.

"Master, I don't seem to be angry anymore."

The boy looked startled.

MuMian continued: "Why don't you... stop kissing?" She sighed and wanted to stay away.

The boy stretched out his snow-white arms and suddenly embraced the girl's waist.

MuMian raised eyebrows: "Wang Ye what is this?"

Jun Yushu pressed the corners of his lips tightly. He barely thought about that much before, and stretched out his arms to hold the opponent, separated by several layers of clothing, his waist was easily wrapped in his arms.

He furrowed his deep eyebrows, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

"...You are not keeping promises."

MuMian:? ?

"What does this have to do with not keeping promises?"

The prince paused, his whole body stiffened involuntarily.

"I have already promised, and the things promised can't be easily repented."

The girl's little hand was still held in his palm, and she twitched the corner of her mouth a little funny.

If you want to kiss, just say it, why are you pulling so far?

"Master, I don't understand a bit."

Jun Yushu was discouraged, the breath between the wings of his nose was familiar and good, he lowered his head slightly, and stretched out his hand to brush the girl's soft face. The touch was delicate and smooth, and he suddenly pressed his lips.

Almost a tough attitude.

"I don't care...you are angry anyway."

His voice is very low, MuMian can be heard clearly, and she smiled: "Master, you are not so good."

She murmured.

"Obviously I am not angry anymore."

Jun Yushu looked inexplicably wronged.

"No, you are angry."

The young man drew his finger to her cheek, landed on her lips, and rubbed it lightly.

His throat rolled, his voice dumb.

"Forget it, I will help you."

MuMian froze slightly, what would help her?

Could it help her calm down?

Thinking about it this way, the shadow above came up, almost without hesitation, the snow-white figure approached, and the prince's beautiful lips were soft and gently covered.