Bai Weiwei sneered and rolled her eyes at him: "It's extremely hypocritical, I know how to cheat all day long. I hate a man full of conspiracy and tricks like you the most."
Ning Jiumo froze with a proud look, but he turned back and looked at Bai Weiwei indifferently.
Seeing her leaning against the chair, she looked lovely, but her expression was maddeningly cold.
"You're going to block me. Without me being so trembling and planning, I don't know how many times I've died."
Bai Weiwei has no sincerity, "You can do it if you're happy. Anyway, when you become a prince, you must release my husband."
She really believed him.
He was obviously weak all over, but his head was still held high, his eyes were full of hope, and his face was as pink as glutinous rice balls.
As if she felt that the fool was his husband.
He is a tumor that needs to be removed.
Ning Jiumo suddenly threw her sleeves fiercely, and then stepped forward a few steps, bowing her head to meet her eyes.
"You despise him that much?"
Bai Weiwei: "Are you an old woman? I'm tired of the same question coming and going all the time. You can sleep now. Are you going to wear down your body if you don't sleep?"
It was when she came and went that she only cared about when he was stupid.
It never occurred to him that he was going to face a bunch of wolves and leopards tomorrow, so nervous or not.
Ning Jiumo was nervous, and even his palms were sweaty.
In this crisis-ridden palace, once he stepped out, he was a target.
But she was heartless and thought he was stupid.
They can live together.
Ning Jiumo suddenly stretched out his arms to embrace her weak body and hugged her directly.
Then threw her into the bed.
Anyway, no one knows their relationship.
Even if he's stupid, he misses her so much and sleeps in the same room at night.
Don't say it's dirty, it just doesn't.
Others will think she is his bed.
Yes, she really is.
Ning Jiumo pressed her into the bed, her ink hair fell on her body, her breathing was messy and heavy.
Bai Weiwei raised her hand, suddenly twisted his arm, and turned over to sit on top of him.
"what are you doing?"
She had lost all her strength, and now this movement had used up all her strength.
Ning Jiomo didn't know what to do.
He looked straight at her, and saw her clear black and white eyes.
There are no courtly obscure colors.
I don't know how this kind of person will die.
His cold brows concealed a fierce desire to attack, and his tone was not polite.
"Go down."
Bai Weiwei sneered, "Just go down, who rarely wants to share the bed with you."
Her limbs were weak, and she moved her body with difficulty.
That soft body, when it moved, was like a fire, rubbing a sea of fire on his skin.
Ning Jiomo's body stiffened.
And Bai Weiwei didn't even look at him, one foot had already got out of bed.
Her feet just touched the ground, and her whole body has been pressed back by Ning Jiumo.
Bai Weiwei fluttered away, she was powerless to push and shove him, grabbing and pinching, "Get out of the way, what are you doing?"
Ning Jiumo was also sullen, with a cold face and silent, holding her hand tightly.
It seems to be grabbing something.
The two people's breaths are intertwined, and the ambiguous temperature is slowly rising.
Sweat fell from Bai Weiwei's forehead, slid down to her chin, and then fell under the hidden white neck, leaving a trace of charm.
Ning Jiumo was just angry and wanted to subdue Bai Weiwei.