Chapter 281 Spiritual Energy (4)

He picked up the cup of tea beside him and took a sip.

It's a pity that Xiaohua didn't pay attention to his actions, she was immersed in her thoughts, and she didn't know that King Jing, a man with a temper, was actually doing it on purpose.

Xiao Hua didn't know what to think of, her face turned red, she took a peek at King Jing from under her eyelashes, and said in a low voice, "Then do you want to resettle him?"

This idea won King Jing's approval, and he has always thought so, but he couldn't get over the little awkwardness in his heart, so he pretended to be profound and kept silent.

King Jing stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Xiao Hua looked at the man's back, feeling a little speechless and sighing.

It seems that she can only figure out his context only on the couch. Could it be possible that she can only communicate on the bed in the future? This idea was fleeting, and it didn't stay in Xiaohua's mind for too long, because she also went to Dongjian's place.

After some busy work, the two sat on the bed, the servants all retreated, and the curtains of Babu's bed were also drawn down. Seeing that there was no one around, Xiao Hua clung to King Jing's body.

"Your Highness, are you angry with your servant girl?"

Xiao Moyang is pitiful, Xiaohua has always understood her own advantages. As a woman, it's okay to act coquettishly or behave well. Husband Lord is such a weird person, if she still pays attention to face and arrogance, then there is no need for it. What's more, what would a little concubine Ji want to do with such face, and no one else could see her on the bed, so it didn't matter if she was ashamed or not.

The soft body was close to him, and the small hand swayed his arm lightly. Sitting kneeling aside, he looked delicate and delicate, which made his heart melt for no reason. The indifference on King Jing's face couldn't be controlled anymore, it seemed to be different from before, but if he looked carefully, he could find that his eyes were darker and his face was softer.

"Lonely king, you are not angry."

Xiaohua groaned, and said again: "The servant girl thought His Highness was angry that day." As if thinking of something, her face drooped shyly.