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Chapter 113 The Sick Prince (10)

The corners of Chu Muzheng's mouth curved playfully, and his brows and eyes unconsciously showed a bit of sharpness. Looking at her, he couldn't help laughing.

"Just now I saw you rubbing your waist. I learned some skills from my mother when I was a child, so I wanted to help Xiao Jiu try it. Does Xiao Jiu think I'm going to do something to you?"

His big hand pressed on her waist, very comfortable.

Although she is a doctor, there are some things that she cannot do by herself.

Hearing his words, she lay on her stomach, her face blushing a little.

"Nothing!"

His hands were still pressing her waist, but his head was lowered, and the hot breath lingered around her ears.

"Oh? But that's what I thought..."

Su Jiu'er: "..."

She simply buried her head under the quilt, An An didn't want to pay attention to him.

Xiqiao, who was holding the pastry, looked at the open door and knocked on it.

"Miss, Xiqiao has sent you pastries."

After speaking, he walked in directly as usual.

She didn't expect at all that the gauze curtain on the bed was hung down just as she stepped in.

Two figures stepped up and down on the bed, and the person who got off was obviously her young lady.

It was the first time for Xiqiao to see such a scene, and he was happy for the young lady in his heart, but his face was a little shy.

"Little Miss, I'm going first..."

After speaking, he quickly slipped out.

Su Jiu'er heard the sound and just pulled the curtain of the bed when she saw the little figure of Xiqiao running out in desperation, and she didn't forget to close the door for her when she left.

"..."

Did she think of something she shouldn't think of?
"Chu Muzheng, it's okay, let me go, you are a patient now!"

Obviously she came to heal him, but now it's him giving her a massage.

Chu Muzheng suddenly had a very discussing expression, and said in a non-stop manner: "Okay, then it's up to you now."

"..."

Brother, what kind of tiger and wolf words are you talking about? It's easy to make people think about it, okay? ?
"Young Master Chu's injury doesn't need a massage. Xiqiao just sent some pastries. Young Master Chu hasn't eaten for a long time, let's eat some first."

Chu Muzheng let go of her waist, Su Jiu'er took the opportunity to jump down, picked up the pastry and handed it to him.

Chu Muzheng looked at her with a smile on his lips.

"Feed me a little wine."

Su Jiu'er: "...Don't feed me, I have my own hands to eat by myself."

Chu Muzheng reached out and raised his hand slightly, then lowered it slightly, looking at her pitifully.

"Hand hurt."

Su Jiu'er: "..."

Can you give her a massage just now?
The hands that imprisoned her were so strong that it made no difference whether she was injured or not.

Although she knew he was faking it, Su Jiu'er obediently brought the pastry to his mouth.

When it was almost time to eat, Su Jiu'er just wanted to leave, but he didn't hold her hand again.

As soon as Su Jiu'er fell into his arms, he quickly reached out and lifted her chin, covering her soft lips.

The lips and teeth are close together, revealing a faint pastry fragrance, fragrant and waxy, and the taste is very good.

Su Jiu'er was stunned for a moment, but when he realized it, he had already wiped him clean.

He let her go, and he didn't forget to lick his lips, his sword eyebrows were curved, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Seeing that Xiaojiu hasn't eaten, I want Xiaojiu to taste the pastry."

Su Jiu'er: "..."

Taste the pastry, isn't it just to take the opportunity to eat her?
It was so tall that she said it as if she was begging him.

Su Jiu'er wiped her lips with her hand, and took a step back.

"Then Mr. Chu should take a rest today and leave tomorrow."

After speaking, she turned and left directly.

(End of this chapter)