273 “Female Counterattack (H)” Chapter 272

019 The romantic prince (H)

The feet were cold, and Ning Wan realized that the two of them were still standing in the narrow tub, and couldn’t help but said angrily: “It’s all your fault, the prince, the water is cold.”

“What’s so difficult about this?” After a full meal, Fang Junchi was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his handsome face was even more radiant. He carefully placed the woman in the bathtub, and then stretched out a white and slender palm. His luck sank in the water. After a while, white mist rose up on the water, and the water temperature slowly increased.

Ning Wan soaked in the warm water, except for her thighs, which were still sticky, and all the pores on her body were stretched. She secretly cursed herself for being immersed in Fang Junchi’s miserable past, but she had forgotten that he was now good at both civil and military affairs and had pure internal martial arts. How could he be afraid of the mere cold dew?

He couldn’t help but think about how difficult it was for him to practice this kind of kung fu when he could get stabbed in the palm of his hand even if he held a sword.

Fang Junchi seemed to know what she was thinking, and half-jokingly said: “If you can get Lian’er’s care, don’t bother with this effort.” Regardless of the semi-erect cock still standing erect between his legs, he twisted up the kerchief and carefully wiped her whole body, and hastily washed away the thin sweat on his own body, and then took her to bed.

When his sore legs were spread apart by him again, Ning Wan exclaimed, “Your Majesty!” In the previous intense exercise, he only felt the pleasure of being overwhelmed, but now he felt a slight tingling sensation.

“Don’t worry, I’m not a beast. I’m just giving you some medicine.” The pitiful pussy in front of you is slightly red and swollen, the petals are pitifully open, and the erect jade core is vaguely visible, still moist and shiny. Although the small honey hole is closed, it is slightly darker in color and is obviously slightly torn.

He conjured up a delicate little box from nowhere, stretched out a finger to scoop out the pink ointment, held his breath, and carefully applied it around the petals and narrow hole.

His movements were so gentle, attentive and considerate that he didn’t notice the woman’s slightly trembling eyelashes.It’s this medicine again… Ning Wan’s heart sank little by little. This familiar feeling of coolness made her suddenly frustrated. If she didn’t move her heart, it wouldn’t hurt. She knew the direction of the plot, but she still gradually indulged in his deliberate or unintentional tenderness.

Prince Yu’s Mansion.

The man in white is tall and tall, his brows furrowed slightly, his slender fingers pointing at a stack of paper filled with densely written characters, and there is a majesty that cannot be ignored when he speaks: “Is it all here?”

A calm and simple middle-aged man bowed slightly: “Master, it’s all here. Including the training log recorded by Shu Yulu, except for a few outstanding things, she has no unusual life experience and has never had contact with strangers. ”

“So, is it really God’s will?” His more than ten years of living on thin ice have allowed him to develop an intuition as sharp as a beast. He always felt that Qing Lian’s clear eyes could see him nowhere, plus the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that made him lose control a few days ago… Fang Junchi put his hands behind his back, his back as straight as a pine tree, and a trace of confusion flashed in his beautiful peach blossom eyes, “Uncle Ping, you go down first.”

Chen Pingyuan was the servant of the Prince of Yu before his mother-in-law married. Three generations of his ancestors were loyal servants of the Chen family in Jiangnan. He had been planning and planning with Fang Junchi for more than ten years. Seeing his master, who had always been decisive in killing, showing a rare vulnerability, he should have bowed his head and said yes before withdrawing. He considered his words: “Master, I have something I don’t know whether to say or not.”

“But it doesn’t matter.” Although Fang Junchi is a prince, he still respects this elder who is both father and brother in addition to being master and servant.

Chen Ping gritted his teeth and knelt down with a pop: “Master, you are just a woman. Everything is ready. All you need is this final kick. Master must not be soft-hearted.”

But… she is a woman… Fang Junchi suddenly felt as if his heart had been bitten by an ant, and then numb pain filled his body.Chen Ping didn’t get a reply from him, so he knelt down stubbornly.

Fang Junchi turned around, not looking at Chen Ping who was kneeling on the ground.After a long time, he said: “That’s all, get up. What’s going on with the person in the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart?”

“Thank you, Master. I’ll send someone to pay close attention to Shu Yulu’s movements.”

“My brother really can’t change this old habit.”