"SHIT!" Rong Jue couldn't help but burst out with a foul word, "I'll clean you up later!"

She vomited all over her pants and was full of filth, and she wanted to throw her out of the palace but couldn't bear it, so she had no choice but to drive her to the royal nest.

After spitting out some of the wine and sleeping for a while, when the car drove to the gate of the harem, the warmth was a little sober.

She rubbed her temples and noticed that the man next to her was fiddling with the seat belt that was buckled on her, and she suddenly became flustered, "Ahhh

The man was angry, "Shut up, you take a good look at yourself, who wants to touch your virtue?!"

She was slightly stunned, only to find that the car was filled with a foul smell, and then looked at it, and after seeing the filth on the crotch of Rong Jue's pants (harmony), her face was embarrassed.

Seeing that she still didn't move, Rong Jue lost his patience, and after getting out of the car, he picked her up and walked to the elevator room.

The small (harmonious) abdomen was knocked by his powerful shoulder, and Wen Wen kicked his legs while exclaiming in pain, "Rong Jue, let me down quickly, my stomach hurts!"

He didn't pay attention to her at all, the elevator went all the way to the top floor, and he always carried her, and said with a gloomy face, "Warm, you're just a trainee model, and you're not an actor, why don't you have that stomach ache?!"

Hearing this, the warm face turned purple and purple.

She didn't pretend, she really felt a small (harmonious) abdominal pain, and faintly felt a hot current slowly flowing down from her stomach. Moreover, he carried her like this, and she only felt that her mind was about to be shaken into a pulp by him.

"Rong Jue, I didn't pretend, it really hurts, hurry up and let me down, if you don't let it go, I'll ...... I'm going to throw up again!"

"You're still pretending?!"

"I didn't!

"Shut up! Spit on me, and dare to make a request?"

“…… Then I'll wash it for you, okay?"

The man's footsteps paused, and he was full of energy, "You want to help me wash the ground, but my precious brother, are you willing to do this?"

The warm face turned red, "Who said I was going to wash you there?!I, I mean help you wash ......?"

"Underwear?" he asked playfully.

"......," she almost choked, "it's a trouser wash!"

Stinky man, it's really not shocking.

Suddenly, another feeling of nausea came up, she was really about to vomit, and quickly said, "Rong Jue, let me down, I can't do it, I'm going to vomit......"

"Let you go down so you can escape?" he snorted, "There are no doors!"

"Not ......"

"Don't be verbose!" After speaking, Rong Jue raised his hand and slapped it on the warm tun.

This shot, the disgusting feeling was slapped back by him, but his slap was impartial, and it landed right on her blood-soaked underwear (harmony)!

"Rong Jue, who let you shoot randomly!"

He was slightly stunned, and vaguely felt that the slap just now seemed to touch something wet and sticky, and it felt a little wrong, but he didn't think much about it.

The waiter had already opened the door of the VIP private room, thinking that Rong Jue was going to have fun here for a night, so he made a large bed in the inner room early, the lighting was very emotional, and even played sultry music.

Entering the private room, Rong Jue unceremoniously threw her on the big bed, and after the warmth fell, she rolled a few times in a row, and a strong feeling of dizziness hit, she snorted and fell crooked at the head of the bed.

And under the buttocks (harmony), the white sheets have been dyed a large piece of red!