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Seeing him coming, the little emperor made a move, his hand bones turned white, and he tightly grasped the cinnabar pen in his hand.
She raised her head and looked at him expressionlessly, without responding.
Jun Zui smiled and seemed to be in a good mood: "Is the emperor feeling better?"
Hearing him ask this, the fire in the little emperor's heart suddenly surged.
She threw out the pen in her hand, and the cinnabar pen hit Jun Zui's sleeve, dyeing it a bright red.
"Hypocrisy!"
Jun Zui paused and smiled: "I just care about the emperor, how can I be hypocritical?"
The little emperor raised his voice angrily: "You rebellious traitor!"
Seeing her angry look, Jun Zui walked forward, gently picked her up from her seat, and put her on his lap regardless of her struggle.
On the wedding day, he did go too far. The little emperor froze as soon as his skin came into contact with him.
Jun Zui felt the stiffness of the person in his arms, and stretched out his hand to caress her back: "It will always be a little uncomfortable the first time, but it will get better gradually in the future."
As soon as he heard "It will get better in the future", the body of the person in his arms became stiffer and stiffer, but his face still had a stern expression: "Jun Zui, don't bully others too much!"
Looking at the person in his arms, Jun Zui pursed his lips and smiled.
Is it too much to bully someone?
???????????? Is it because you and I have a life-and-death hatred and are bullying others too much, or am I bullying you too much by doing all sorts of things to you?
Jun Zui didn't want to say anything more, so he just held her in his arms, stretched out his hand to pick up the memorial on the table and unfolded it. He held her hand with his right hand, took a cinnabar pen, and controlled her hand in this posture. The memorial was approved.
How could the little emperor submit? He tried hard with his right hand to break free.
But how could her little strength be enough in front of Jun Zui? The cinnabar pen in her hand still steadily approved the memorial.
The little emperor panted heavily and stared at him.
Jun Zui put the approved memorial aside in a good mood, then took another one, wanting to continue helping his little emperor to finish approving the memorial.
The little emperor dropped the pen in his hand to the ground, shaking with anger.
Jun Zui didn¡¯t feel embarrassed, he turned the little emperor¡¯s face away from his arms and let her look at him.
"How did your Majesty feel about the past two days?"
how? Like a caged bird, what can it do if it is trapped in a small cage and can be manipulated at will?
She didn¡¯t answer, and Jun Zui didn¡¯t care.
He said slowly: "Now in the court, the emperor cannot compete with me, and in the palace, he cannot defeat me. How does the emperor want me to repay you thousands of times?"
Seeing that the person in his arms did not answer, Jun Zui stretched out his hand and pushed her to the table.
The little emperor reflexively supported the edge of the table with his backhand, and Jun Zui easily spread her legs.
The little emperor was stunned for a moment, and then he reached out his hand angrily, but was suppressed by someone.
In this posture, you are drunk and bullied.
No emotion could be seen clearly in his eyes, only the corners of his mouth were raised, showing a half-smile expression: "I have an idea. I wonder if the emperor would like to hear it?"
The little emperor turned his head and refused to pay attention to him.
Jun Zui said, minding his own business: "Why don't youthe emperor serve me with sex? If I am happy, I can return the household department to the emperor first, okay?"
There is always only concubine to serve the monarch. How can there be an emperor who has served his ministers?
Jun Zui chuckled: "The emperor refuses, so I have no choice but to take it myself."
After saying that, he moved his hands and took off the clothes of the person in front of him.
"Let go!" Not to mention the prostitution during the day, in a place like the imperial study room, the little emperor struggled harder and harder. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com