"What?!" Dongfang Jing burst out.
"What? You don't want to?" Zongzheng Fusu asked with a smile.
He seldom had the leisure to talk to a minion.
"Cough..." Dongfang Jing cleared her throat, "I dare not, but of course I am willing. This subordinate is directly under the control of Deputy Marshal Zhang. If His Highness King Ning likes it, he will come every night."
"Um."
Zongzheng Fusu snorted, then pointed to his waist, "Rub here... here too."
"Yes." Dongfang Jing hurriedly moved the towel to rub his waist.
"hiss--"
Zongzheng Fusu suddenly frowned and made a strange noise.
Dongfang Jing was taken aback, afraid that he would turn his head around, and quickly asked, "What's the matter? Is it because your subordinate rubbed in the wrong position?"
"I don't blame you." Zongzheng Fusu shrugged his shoulders, cleared his throat and said, "My king's waist was injured before, and I'm a little sensitive. It's uncomfortable to rub with this towel."
"Then..." Dongfang Jing quickly took back the towel, and froze in place.
Zongzheng Fusu said again, "Don't stop!"
"Huh?" Dongfang Jing was puzzled, not knowing how to proceed.
Zongzheng Fusu said, "Here... use your hands to help me rub it."
Dongfang Jing's face turned red instantly!
Whether it's Wuyou, or Yu Chimo, whom she once liked, she has never been so close to a man before, it's enough to see the other's body, and now, now... She wants to touch it with her hands? !
She didn't know if she really did this, who would take advantage of whom? !
"What's the matter?" Zongzheng Fusu frowned again, vaguely feeling that today's back scrubber was a bit awkward, and far inferior to the one in his own army. This is Old Eleven's fault, he didn't train his men well! It was also his fault, before the accident, he failed to teach the old Eleventh Army the importance of discipline!
"No, it's nothing... My subordinate, my subordinate's hand is sore, change your hand." Dongfang Jing's cheeks were like red-hot shrimp, and she was speechless. She obviously just wanted to have a chat with King Ning, and bring him some hot water along the way, but somehow... things have developed to this point! Back off now, it's too late! If she was exposed by King Ning on the spot, she would have no face to face Eleven again in this life!
That being the case, she can only do the whole play!
Dongfang Jing clenched her teeth tightly, then stretched out her hand, and pressed Zongzheng Fusu's waist, rubbing it bit by bit.
Zongzheng Fusu felt a chill coming from his waist, and couldn't help asking, "Is it cold outside the tent?"
"Huh?" Dongfang Jing was surprised.
"If it's not cold outside, why are your hands still cold after soaking in hot water for so long?" Zongzheng Fusu chatted with her.
Dongfang Jing was taken aback, and quickly withdrew her hand, put it to her mouth to breathe hot air, then stretched it out again, and continued to rub his waist.
Although King Ning's back was full of knife marks, which was a little scary, but his waist was extremely smooth at the time, so it can be said... the hand feeling was still excellent.
Dongfang Jing blushed, feeling ashamed of her thoughts.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to straighten her mind. The moment she raised her head, her eyes just touched the side of the other person's ear.
"Huh… "
Her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but make a sound in doubt.
"What's the matter?" Zongzheng Fusu turned his body in doubt, and most of the mask on his face was exposed.
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