Dongfang was red from the root of his ear, and he was silent.

"The minister has concealed his identity for His Majesty, and His Majesty must think carefully about how to reward the minister, and the minister will not do anything that suffers."

After Jun said speaking, he let go of the girl, got up and went straight to the accommodation.

Dongfang blushed and burrowed into the quilt, revealing only a small head, and his cheeks were pink and tender, which was more delicate than Hibiscus.

When Jun Qing turned back again, there was already an extra plate of pastries in his hand, and when he walked, his clothes were almost scattered, and his upper body was unobstructed.

The girl suddenly saw it, and suddenly her cheeks were as red as peach, and she pulled the futon to cover her face.

The appearance of this little daughter's family suddenly pleased a certain big demon king.

"How's this figure?" The man walked to the edge of the bed and sat down gently, his words full of ruffianism.

Dongfang was silent, and his breathing gradually relaxed.

Jun lightly put down the things in his hand and hugged the person into his arms: "Your Majesty, it is already ugly at this time, and it will be dawn in a short time, can you eat some pastries to cushion your stomach first?"

As he spoke, he tugged at his fingertips, revealing the girl's seductive cheeks.

The man's eyes darkened a little, and a burst of evil fire went straight down, accumulating in the lower abdomen, ready to attack.

"Hmm." Dongfang Li nodded.

Jun gently suppressed the heat, took the plate, and tried to make his voice the same as before: "Your Majesty is eating first, and the minister suddenly feels a little thirsty and needs to drink some tea."

"Okay." Dongfang Li took the plate, picked up a piece and took a bite, frowning: "You prepare more, I also feel a little thirsty."

Jun took a deep breath, stood up and hurriedly walked out.

The tea on the table was already cold, and it was only after drinking it all that the fire in my heart was extinguished a little.

After tidying up his clothes, he went out and called the maid to prepare a pot of tea, and then returned again.

Dongfang Li had already eaten a small plate, his cheeks bulging, like a small milk bag.

Jun Qing only felt that his throat was dry and dry, and his footsteps stopped halfway, holding a cup of tea in a dilemma.

When the girl heard the movement, she raised her head and looked, but saw the man with a pestle at the curtain, motionless, not knowing what he was doing.

frowned, and said in confusion: "Prime Minister, what are you doing? I'm thirsty, and I want tea."

Jun clenched the teacup in his hand lightly, and smiled reluctantly: "The minister is coming."

After speaking, he raised his feet and stepped over, obviously only a few steps away, but it seemed to be walking on the Nai He Bridge, suffering step by step, and he didn't know the end.

After a while, Dongfang Li took the teacup, took a few sips, and asked, "What is the prime minister doing standing there?" But don't you think it's right here?"

Jun lowered his eyes lightly, his voice was slightly low, and he lied: "The minister is just thinking that His Majesty may not be used to drinking this tea in Xichu, so he should make a pot again."

Dongfang Li shook his head: "It's okay, but it's really not as good as my pre-rain dragon well."

"The minister will be replaced tomorrow." Jun replied lightly.

The girl didn't doubt him, and took another bite of the pastry, her lips opened and closed, and the person opposite the shaking became more and more irritable, and her breathing couldn't help but speed up.

Dongfang Li finally sensed that something was wrong, and raised his head to look at the man: "The prime minister is not feeling well?"

Jun Qing didn't answer, but just stretched out his fingertips and landed on the side of the other party's lips, and gently wiped it: "Your Majesty, it's stained."

Dongfang Li lowered his eyes, and his little face was slightly red: "I'm careful."

After speaking, he bowed his head and ate by himself.

I don't know that someone's eyes are dark and bottomless.

After eating a few more pieces, drinking tea, and about to rest, I heard a man's voice come hoarsely: "Your Majesty has eaten enough?"

Dongfang couldn't help but jump from his eyelids, always feeling that it was not a good question, but he still nodded truthfully.

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