Chapter 161: Ben Meow's Magical Power (35)

Chu listened, and the tips of his ears turned red.

He has learned all other knowledge, and no matter how remote he is, he also knows a thing or two.

He has not been exposed to this aspect.

That night, he instinctively kissed her.

At that time, she was drugged, her body was very uncomfortable, her lips were pink and tender, and she looked very sweet.

It was exactly as he imagined.

It's just that the later it gets, the harder it becomes.

He had absolutely no idea what to do.

He thought that a simple kiss would make her happy.

When I kissed her, I was actually very happy, I only cared about myself when I was drugged, and when I tried it later, I always thought about her and wanted to see what kind of expression she was.

Later, he knew that not only did he feel happy, but she also seemed to be comfortable.

That......

Would she be more comfortable if she went further?

Chu Ling's fingertips rubbed on the edge of the book he co-authored, the young man had a fair complexion, looking like a piece of white jade, dyed with a little red on it, particularly good-looking, the long eyelashes like butterfly wings drooped, he suppressed the shyness in his heart, his lips opened slightly, and asked:

"Mama, that ...... Will the other person be comfortable? ”

Mama suddenly showed an expression that could only be understood and could not be spoken.

The higher the status of the person in the palace, the more selfish he is.

Who cares about how the other party feels now, take the emperor as an example, there are so many concubines in the harem, it is impossible for him to care about their feelings one by one.

The prince is also a noble person, and he doesn't need to cater to the other party at all.

Mama thought about it for a while, and then said: "It depends on His Highness himself, if His Highness likes that girl very much, he can naturally be considerate and gentle." ”

After a stick of incense, Mama left the palace.

Jiang Juan ran in and watched Chu Ling sitting in front of the table, he didn't notice it when he came in, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

However, seeing that his cheeks were slightly red, as if they were dyed with the juice of red fruits, it looked extremely delicious.

Jumping onto the table, the ginger curly tail swept across his cheeks.

Chu Ling came back to his senses, and when he saw the little white cat's amber eyes looking straight at him, he pursed his lips, took out the book it was stepping on, and put it aside.

Jiang Juan didn't read what kind of book it was, and after being taken to another place by Chu Ling to put it, he didn't know it anymore, and he didn't have any curiosity, he just tilted his head to look at Chu Ling.

Chu Ling stretched out her hand, her fingertips were white, and the force was very light, pinching her nose.

Jiang Juan pulled his hand down with his claws, and after a while, Chu Ling pinched her ears again.

The ginger roll struggled away again, and now his tail was pulled again.

Looking at Chu Ling again, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, there was a faint smile in her dark pupils, and her crimson lips were also rising, obviously deliberately teasing her.

With so many viewers watching in this live broadcast room, ginger rolls naturally can't be ashamed.

Not to be outdone, she stretched her paw into the inkstone in front of Chu Ling.

The white paws were dyed black, blending with the black marks on the back of the paws.

When Jiang Juan was doing this kind of thing, his eyes were still looking at Chu Ling.

After getting the ink, he stretched out his claws very arrogantly and put them on the table.

The paulownia table suddenly had a black paw print.

Chu Ling was stunned for a moment, knowing that the other party was provoking him, he immediately squinted his eyes, and he was not afraid of getting dirty, so he grabbed her claws.

The ink on his paws rubbed against his wrists and palms, Chu Ling grabbed her in front of him, squinted his eyes, and said in a low voice, "It seems that you want to wait for me to settle accounts after the autumn." ”