Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Seeing the movement, Xiaohua put the needle and thread in her hand into the needle and thread basket.

Placement.

After going to the bedroom, the two of them washed up and lay down on the bed. Xiaohua thought that King Jing would do something, but who knew he didn't do anything.

She slept in the inner position, turned sideways and sneaked a glance at him lying on his back. From her angle, she could see his beautiful nose bridge and profile.

He squinted his eyes, as if he was in a deep sleep, but Xiao Hua didn't feel sleepy at all.

In the past, King Jing gave Xiaohua the feeling that he was unattainable. His indifferent expression and quiet personality made him feel like a god on high. Although Xiaohua sometimes feels very intimate on the bed, but when she gets out of bed, she can't see through his thoughts.

And the series of things that happened today, especially when King Jing came to her after the incident, although he didn't say anything, made Xiao Hua always have some guesses in her mind.

King Jing seemed to feel that Xiaohua was looking at him, and suddenly turned his face inward, stroked her hair, and did not do anything else.

Touching hair is a very intimate action, which represents closeness.

The last time King Jing touched the hair on her chest, it made her feel a little weird, but she didn't expect to be touched again this time.

It's not that King Jing never touched her hair before, but that was just a gesture from him after the two of them finished. These two times, however, made Xiaohua feel a little more strange intimacy in her heart.

For this weird-tempered husband master, Xiaohua has always been in a good-natured way, and occasionally conducts some trials. After all, no one wants to figure out the temperament of the person she is serving, especially the person next to her pillow. If you can't figure it out, it means you don't understand If you don't understand, you may make mistakes.

At this time, Xiao Hua thought about it, and tried again.

That is to move himself slowly, and then he seems to be very natural, but in his heart he buries his face into King Jing's arms. She had even thought about how she would react if King Jing refused.

She felt the other party's limbs stiffen for a moment, and then relaxed. Seeing that King Jing hadn't moved, Xiao Hua felt relieved.

After a while, a hand was quietly placed behind her spine, stroking her back. Once again and again...

This kind of behavior is very consoling. Xiaohua was puzzled at first, then realized a little, and then felt a sense of grievance in her heart.

The sockets of her eyes were sour, and by the time she realized it, tears had slightly soaked the thin shirt on King Jing's chest.

How could he not be wronged? It's just buried deep, helpless and helpless, who can I confide in for my grievances, and it's just pretending that there is nothing.

King Jing froze, shrunk his fingers, and then returned to his back to continue caressing. He felt that his chest was very hot, which made his heart tremble involuntarily.

Xiaohua came to her senses, and seeing King Jing's reaction as usual, she thought he hadn't noticed, so she concealed her face and rubbed her face against King Jing's chest, and stopped moving.

This is not the first time that Xiao Hua sleeps with King Jing under a quilt, but this time it is different from the past. What is the difference, she can't say for the time being.

She slowly closed her eyes, speechless all night.