Finally, he extinguished his anger and obediently let the veil with the top tea fragrance and the fragrant smell on her body touch his face.

Wiping it gently on his face.

The white veil was gradually dyed with a little red color, which was the bright color of cinnabar.

The exciting Xiao Mokuang couldn't help but bring a little red light in his eyes.

He hugged Chu Ci and stood up, and strided towards his palace close to here.

I don’t know if I’m still angry along the way, so I didn’t say a word until I entered the palace gate that I waved my hand to let everyone go down.

I just hugged Chu Ci to the study room.

To be honest, Chu Ci hasn't been to his residence several times.

Generally speaking, she would throw down the Taifu first and ask him to finish the remaining memorials. Then Xiao Mokuang usually ran directly into her palace, and even left a few times at night.

So Chu Ci was a little unfamiliar with the decorations here, so he hugged her and sat on a chair.

Looking at Xiao Mo's face that was drooping, obviously a little dissatisfied, Chu Ci raised her hand and patted him gently, "What's wrong with the Taifu? Are you still angry with me? This cinnabar is not a difficult paint to wipe. If the Taifu is angry with the princess, it has nothing to do with me, and it's not what I called her to come."

"Your Majesty was teasing me in the study before, so I naturally wanted to ask you back from you." Xiao Mo held Chu Ci's waist and spoke seriously, but never mentioned Chu Wanwan's matter.

"Come back?"

Seeing the little girl hesitantly repeating these three words, raising her eyebrows, "The Grand Tutor isn't so stingy, right? It's just a stroke of cinnabar. At worst, you can draw it back."

As he said that, his white and tender little face came up.

"Isn't it so stingy?" Xiao Mokuang raised his eyelids, smiled with a thin lips, and said firmly, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I think it's very important."

Chu Ci:...

The man then pressed Chu Ci, took off Chu Ci's belt with his other hand, and nodded without hesitation, "Since Your Majesty said that I would let me draw it back, then I would be respectful and obedient."

Chu Ci raised her hand and pressed her clothes, "Hey, hey, Grand Tutor, if you paint, what are you doing if you take off my clothes?"

"I have never said I would draw on Your Majesty's face. After all, I am timid and dare not offend Long Yan." Xiao Mokuang spoke shamelessly, and had already pulled down Chu Ci's clothes, revealing the skin above his chest to his shoulders. There were adjusted paints and various pens next to his desk. He said that, he had already picked up one.

Then he said, "But if you suffer any losses like a treacherous minister like me, you will naturally have to get back a hundred times. You can't bear the grievances. Your Majesty has always been polite to me and tolerate me. I will be fine soon."

These words can be said to be shameless to the peak of the state of extreme destiny.

And Chu Ci clearly understands: if you are sympathetic, you will be cruel to yourself.

Chu Ci couldn't help but kick his legs. The man's face had come over, kissed Chu Ci's lips at the corner of his lips, then took Chu Ci's lips in his other hand, holding a small brush, which was already covered with gold-red paint, and fell on Chu Ci's white shoulders.
Chapter completed!