Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Immediately, she realized something, the look on her brows was not quite right, and with the faint blush on her earlobe from the setting sun, her "hostility" towards Yan Ce immediately soared to the highest point in history.

Stare coldly.

"You...could you be more abrupt?"

"Just this one cup?"

Yan Ce seemed to want to pour a glass for Miss Lingshi, but he couldn't find the second one.

"This is my bedroom, and it's never been this random for anyone."

"Meaning I'm the first?"

"What are you proud of?"

After she finished speaking, her voice paused, and she hesitated for a while thinking of what the boy said before. Her snow-white bare feet gently protruded from the quilt, and slowly landed on the neatly arranged wooden clogs under the bed.

"Since you pushed it to Shang Ji, please pay the price accordingly."

"My lord, I can work for nothing..."

Shang Ji responded weakly, whether it was Yan Ce or Shangguan's remuneration, it was too hot to handle, and there was no way to get it. A small shrimp like her had to move by herself if she was prostituted for nothing, she couldn't be the type of human rights.

Miss Lingshi glanced at Shang Ji, who shrank her head subconsciously and shivered, she took a scroll of letters and threw it to Yan Ce.

"This is a prepared contract. His Royal Highness can lead people away after signing it. I will not ask how Shang Ji uses it."

After reading it, Yan Ce couldn't help but said, "This is completely an unequal treaty... No, let's just call it a slave treaty. Shangguan, are you short of slaves?"

"You framed my subordinates without prior notice, if other people should have prepared the funeral in advance. You can choose not to sign, this is your freedom."

"..."

Yan Ce thought about it, and signed it anyway.

Anyway, there is no legal effect, and giving this big cat a step down will save him from tossing him later.

Then Shang Ji could finally leave the horrible hell.

Life is bleak, but fortunately, there is a promise among the densely packed clauses that she will return to the leadership position in the future, that is, she will be promoted from sweeping the floor to watching people sweep the floor.

In the bedroom, only the prince and Shangguan were left.

With some difficulty, she raised her right leg and said lightly, "Help me change the medicine."

"Didn't you say change it yourself?"

She repeated: "Change the dressing."

pS: There is another update, in the second half of the night, go to bed early and get up early

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The slender and tender legs were revealed, and the layers of gauze wrapped around the ankles were untied, and this thin layer of restraint was removed. The redness and swelling in the snow-white color disappeared a little, but the abnormality can still be seen clearly.

The backs of the feet stretched out, and the snow-white soles slipped out of the clogs. Yan Ce washed his hands several times before preparing to apply the medicine.

The Shangguan strictly forbids Yan Ce to touch it without washing it, and he has no choice but to comply with the wishes of the sick lady. Yan Ce can guarantee that he will draw cards ten times in the past, and he did not wash his hands so many times when he prayed to Buddha before the exam.

Yan Ce lifted her calf up.

Miss Lingshi said, "Please hurry up."

"This is technical work, so it can't be done quickly."

The temperature of the young man's fingers touched the skin, and the slow movements made the strangeness gradually magnified. As the ointment was evenly applied to the wound, the sensitive feet retracted subconsciously, but they quickly restrained themselves.

Yan Ce asked curiously, "Does it hurt?"

She responded lightly: "... Take it easy."

It didn't take long to change the dressing, Yan Ce let go of Miss Lingshi's feet, dragged the blanket on her back and lay on her bed. .

"Go wash your hands."

She poked the boy's back and pushed him away a little.

"And don't occupy my bed."

"Don't roll around with my quilt in your arms. Rolling around, are you a bug?"

The tongue is venomous, but the waves in the bottom of the heart don't know which emotion to use to express the change of mood.

It seems, that's it, not bad?

Thoughts that have never been thought of are like stones falling into the lake and ripples, when did you gradually get used to it?I didn't feel anything at first, but why does it appear now.

Complicated emotions, difficult to understand.

Yan Ce yawned, looking up at the sunset outside the window, "You don't know, sex is a kind of faith."

She was dissatisfied: "Which sage's theory is this?"

"I, Yan Sheng."

"I thought there was a limit to your shamelessness, but you proved my innocence once again."

His face was reflected in Miss Lingshi's pupils, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, just like an efficient indoor air conditioner dissipating cold air.