Ning Jiao didn't think much about it, but when she heard his words, she suddenly had a picture in her mind.

Look at Song Chumo...... Toilet...... I lost.

She blushed, "The prince doesn't have to say it so carefully, you don't say it, I know it myself." ”

She doesn't have a perverted hobby, how can she stand there staring at people when others go to the toilet.

Song Chumo's tone was indifferent, and he was particularly reasonable: "This king is afraid that your brain is not good, so I don't understand." ”

"......" Ning Jiao felt insulted and despised.

Seeing that she was blocked by herself and couldn't speak, her fair-skinned little face was flushed, and her watery eyes were full of anger, and she didn't dare to come out, Song Chumo was in a good mood, and the anger caused by the confrontation with Zilu before was gone.

The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, with a faint smile in his eyes, and his voice slowly spoke: "Then it's decided, you will pack up your things and move over later." ”

Ning Jiao came back to her senses and said, "Sleep in a bed?" ”

She glanced at her eyes, and imagined in her mind the picture of herself sleeping next to Song Chumo.

She sleeps very dishonestly, loves to kick the quilt, and often falls asleep at this end, and when she gets up the next day, she will kick the pillow down, and sometimes the quilt will fall under the bed.

If she wants to sleep together, what should she do if she kicks Song Chumo out of bed as a pillow in the middle of the night?

He's not going to teach people to throw her out, is he??

Or wipe her neck??

Ning Jiao thought about it, and couldn't help but be smart, she shook her head again and again: "No, no, no, the prince can't help it, in fact, I just said it casually, I can't take it seriously......"

"Doesn't the prince still have guards, the key thinks that it is inconvenient for Guan Xiang to be a woman, so you can call Fuhua Fuying and them."

Song Chumo stared at her with straight eyes: "But this king wants you, what should I do?" ”

This king wants you......

I want you ......

Ning Jiao was stared at by her, the words that the man said echoed in her ears, the temperature on her face became higher and higher, and her face was so red that she couldn't be seen.

She turned her head uncomfortably, looked away, and tugged at the hem of her skirt with her hand: "But, but I'm not ready yet." ”

"Poof." Song Chumo saw that she wanted to be crooked, and couldn't help laughing.

But that smile didn't last long, maybe in a few seconds, his face turned dark, and he only heard Ning Jiao say: "Besides...... The prince's legs and feet are inconvenient, that ...... Probably not, right? ”

The little talk book she reads is all about the lower half of his body moving, and his legs are not good now, so it must not work.

The smile on the corner of Song Chumo's mouth froze with her words.

He stared at Ning Jiao with a pair of eyes faintly, and his voice sounded faint and a little cold: "This king can't do it?" ”

Ning Jiao nodded, seeing that his face was not very good-looking, and thought that he had poked someone's sadness, so he hurriedly said: "But don't worry, even if you can't do it, I won't dislike you." ”

Song Chumo made her laugh angrily, even if he couldn't, she wouldn't dislike him?

Who told her he couldn't?

Song Chumo sneered, raised his hand, threw the book out, and then hooked his finger towards Ning Jiao.

"Come here."

"What, what?" Ning Jiao inexplicably had a bad premonition.

She swallowed and took a step back, always feeling that he was looking at her with bad intentions.

The corners of Song Chumo's lips curled slightly, outlining a light smile: "You come over first, and I'll tell you later." ”

Ning Jiao still stood still.

"I don't think I'll come, and the prince can say the same." She squeezed her palms, her heart beating faster at the smile on his face.