In fact, it's nothing to show my brother, and even if he just wants it, Tang Mint will give it too.

But now is not the time.

She promised the system that she would complete the blackening and whitewashing task by herself, and not rely on her brother's strength, otherwise the Authority would find fault at that time.

Now my brother hasn't opened his mind, the timing is just right.

She wasn't sure if her brother would be possessive again, making it impossible for her to get close to the eldest prince and hibiscus.

If the situation develops like that again, then this task will be equivalent to no way to complete it on your own, and you will still have to take action from your brother when the time comes.

Tang Mint was a little entangled, but he said again, this plane does not disobey his brother.

Whatever my brother says, it's what it is.

After a long time, she whispered, "When I return to the palace, there are other palace maids in the palace, and the slaves and maids will find someone to help when the time comes." ”

Chongli was rejected, and his heart was very uncomfortable, "You dislike this temple"

Tang Mint hurriedly shook his head, "No"

"Then take it off yourself or I'll help you" topic is back to square one.

Donathal Mint ""

She secretly glanced at her brother, half ringing, gritted her teeth, and decided to bet on her brother is literal, and nothing special happened today, and he couldn't say that he would open his mind.

So after grinding, he reached out and untied his little belly pocket, "Your Highness is troublesome." ”

It was now noon, the light was abundant, and the curves of the little palace maid's body were fully exposed.

Chongli narrowed his eyes, as if he was thirsty and hungry, and met a plate of sweet pastries and a cup of fragrant tea.

His Adam's apple moved slightly.

Tang Mint was really ashamed, and when he saw that his brother didn't move, he covered his chest and called, "Or Your Highness will hand the towel to the slave maid, and the slave and maid will come by themselves." ”

She didn't sweat much, a towel was almost there.

Chongli came back to his senses, turned around and dipped the towel in warm water again, and said in a smooth voice, "You don't need to call yourself a slave in the future." ”

It's uncomfortable to listen to.

Tang Mint quickly complied with this request, because she didn't like this self-proclaimed request either.

Soon the Nine Emperor Princes stepped forward with a towel, and he helped her wipe her from her arms very seriously.

Then the slender swan neck, the delicate collarbone and then the lower abdomen.

The more he scrubbed, the more dry his mouth became, Chongli suddenly got up, walked quickly to the warm water to wash the towel, turned his back to the little palace maid and said, "Turn around, wipe your back." ”

He is not comfortable, Tang Mint is at ease, because this shows that his brother really has no other ideas.

She obediently turned around, and after a while, she felt the warm towel fall on her back, and scrubbed it very carefully.

It wasn't until the towel left that Tang Mint breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to speak, when the hot body of the Nine Emperor Princes leaned over.

He hugged her waist from behind, leaned over her shoulders and licked and bitten, and his hands were directly covered by the little palace maid's round jade.

He let out a muffled voice of satisfaction from his throat, "Hua Yao." ”

I really want to eat her.

The little palace maid was fragrant and sweet, and her whole body was exuding a deadly aura of seduction and bewitchment.

Chongli doesn't understand anything, but he also knows to follow instinct.

Go and bite where you want to bite the most.

He quickly hugged the little palace maid and lay down, it was really eating, starting from the lip flap and sliding all the way down the neck.

Tang Mint had a mist in his eyes, thinking about the task, and finally sobered up, "Your Highness, Your Highness, I was hurt by a fall today, and it hurts everywhere." ”

The man raised his eyes from her chest, his eyes were as thick as ink, and his voice was hoarse, "Little liar, I didn't touch your wounds." ”