Ning Jiao: "...... this?"

Is it so casual??

She hung her head and blinked, oh, ready to sit down.

"Sit here."

As these words fell, the crunch of the chair was heard.

Ning Jiao, who heard this, raised her eyes slightly, and saw Song Chumo pull open the chair on his left.

The man's hands are slender and jointed, revealing a sickly whiteness.

People who don't know will really think that the whiteness of his skin is because of the poisoning of his legs.

But Ning Jiao knew that it wasn't.

Song Chumo's skin is really white, so white that it ...... She is a little ashamed of herself.

Looking at her own hands, and then at Song Chumo's hands, Ning Jiao couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart: This person is more angry than others, people have also sunburned when they practiced martial arts before, and they have taken swords on the battlefield with the king of war, even if their skin is so well maintained, they still look so tender.

I don't know what kind of touch it will feel if she reaches over and touches it.

Ning Jiao thought in her heart, looking at Song Chumo's beautiful hands, her eyes became very obscene.

Shui Ruo, who was standing next to her with her, saw that she began to wander, and her eyes were still on Song Chumo's hand.

Shui Ruo, who grew up in Ning Mansion since she was a child, can be said to have been with Ning Jiao for more than ten years, and she has long known what kind of person her young lady is, and she can see what she is thinking at once.

Shui Ruo felt that he was simply blind, and quietly looked away: Miss is lustful, staring at the prince's hand is a nymphomaniac, looking at it for so long...... It's not saved, it's not saved.

Shui Ruo, who thought like this, took his eyes back after a few seconds: No, the young lady of the Buddhist department would stare at the prince's hand for so long?

Before she told the young lady where the prince was going, and she didn't see the young lady looking interested.

…

Song Chumo saw her standing still, raised her eyes slightly, and saw Ning Jiao's eyes staring at his hand blankly.

The man's eyes drooped slightly, and he glanced at the hand that he hadn't withdrawn yet, his fingertips subconsciously bent, and he hooked his lips and smiled: "This king's hand is very good-looking?" Jiaojiao's eyes couldn't be taken off. ”

Ning Jiao, who heard his words, finally came back to her senses, raised her eyes to Song Chumo's smiling eyes, she was a little flattered, and hurriedly replied with a smile: "The prince's hands are good-looking and well-maintained, I believe that no matter who sees it, they won't be able to take their eyes off." ”

Look, how good is her ass shooting!!

Ning Jiao, who felt that she was one step closer to hugging the prince's thigh, was slightly proud: It's not me who blows, according to my speed of patting the horse's ass, in less than half a month, I can successfully hug the prince's thigh.

Unexpectedly, Song Chumo listened to her words, not only was he not happy, but his face was a little colder than just now.

Ning Jiao, who didn't know why, blinked: "Concubine...... Did you say the wrong thing? ”

Song Chumo withdrew his hand and said lightly: "No." ”

It's not as ugly as your face.

Ning Jiao muttered in a low voice, like a mosquito, Song Chumo didn't hear clearly, he "Huh? After a moment, those dark and deep eyes stared at her, "What did you say?" ”

She hurriedly put away her muttering and shook her head fiercely: "No, the concubine didn't say anything." ”

"Hmm." Song Chumo glanced at her, "Sit down." ”

Ning Jiao nodded like a peck, and walked to the chair he pulled out and sat down.

After sitting down, Ning Jiao put her hands on her knees, her back was straight, she sat in a regular and upright manner, her eyes were looking straight ahead, and her face had a serious expression.