Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 113 The Best Defense Weapon

Feng Sumo has been dreaming all night, and the dream is full of her rebellion and suppression of Moxiluo. She bullied him badly, and she smiled proudly.

However, at the end, in the drowsy state, for some reason, the dream suddenly changed to the image of Mesilo raging on her body, the intimacy of their limbs intertwined, every deep impact of his, even It was his panting, which was so clear that it seemed to be really happening.

"Ah!" Feng Sumo screamed, his eyes suddenly opened.

"Your Highness, you are awake." In the room, Ji'er, who was helping her prepare her clothes, glanced at her and smiled faintly at her.

Feng Sumo stared at her blankly, his chest heaved violently, and a few drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Is she too cowardly?

She even dreamed of that scumbag in her dreams, is she... being bullied to such an extent that she has a shadow?

"Where did Moxiluo go?" Feng Sumo asked after calming down.

"I went to His Royal Highness's palace early in the morning." Ji'er held a small dress in front of her and asked with a smile, "Can I wear this today?"

Feng Sumo glanced blankly at the hem of the skirt, thinking that Moxiluo had played tricks several times by directly pushing up the hem of her skirt to get into the theme, and her heart trembled.

"I don't wear this."

"Then what does Your Highness want to wear, I'll change it for you." Ji'er asked again as she hung the little dress back in the cabinet with soft eyes.

"As long as it's not a skirt." Feng Sumo blushed a little, turned to her sideways, and waved his hands repeatedly.

Jier thought for a while, and found a pair of slightly more formal half trousers inside, "Is this okay?"

Feng Sumo glanced at the trousers, looked at the spare fabric of the trousers, and shook his head decisively.

After thinking about it, he said, "Find me a pair of jeans."

"...Princess, isn't it good to wear jeans in the palace?" Ji'er was slightly taken aback.

Where did Feng Sumo care so much, he only thought about which pants are the strongest and least likely to arouse a man's beastliness, so he did whatever he wanted.

"Just help me find it."

"Yes." Ji'er smiled awkwardly, but obediently helped her find one.

Before coming to the palace, she temporarily prepared a pair, thinking that Feng Sumo might use them when she went out to play, but Jier never expected that the pants would be used in the palace in the end.

Feng Sumo took the trousers and put them on. The upper body was matched with a long loose T-shirt. It was very casual, very relaxed, and most importantly, very firm.

Jeans, the best weapon against wolves, conservative and tear-resistant, don't worry about being torn by him.

Thinking of this, Feng Sumo's mood suddenly improved for a day.

At breakfast, Mrs. Debbie called again.

There was also a young woman with her, tall and well proportioned, with luxurious features and enchanting features, which Feng Sumo had never seen before.

Mrs. Debbie's eyes moved slowly from the cartoon sandals that showed her feet to the casual jeans, the T-shirt on the upper body that can be bought at the roadside stalls, and the long hair scattered on the shoulders, her brows frowned. .

"His Royal Highness Su Mo!" After calling her softly, Mrs. Debi's tone was respectful, but her face was hard to bear.

Feng Sumo groaned inwardly, with a smile on his lips, and looked at her, "Madam Debi, what's the matter?"

Mrs. Debi walked behind her, took a deep breath, and said, "His Royal Highness ordered Debi to come and inform His Highness Heller and you, and ask the two of you to stay at His Royal Highness's palace at night during their stay in the palace."

Feng Sumo, "..."

(End of this chapter)