The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

When Feng Muting saw Su Fuliu's white and tender shoulders, he wished that what Lu Chimo said was wrong.

But I didn't notice it before, but now I was running to look at the wound, so I saw something glued to his shoulders at a glance, and the color was similar to his skin tone.

Before he reached out to tear off that thing, Su Fuliu was shocked, pushed him away, and then hid in a corner with his clothes folded.

Su Fuliu's eyes widened, she shrank her neck, and was so frightened that she couldn't finish her words: "My lord, you, you..."

Feng Muting was stunned, and then realized that he was afraid that he was too abrupt just now, and scared Su Fuliu, so he hurriedly said: "Fuliu, you misunderstood, don't be afraid..."

As he spoke, he walked forward.

But before he could take two steps, Su Fuliu pointed at him and said, "You, don't go any further, just stand there and talk!"

Feng Muting immediately stopped, and said helplessly, "I just want to see the injury on your shoulder, nothing else..."

"You, if you want to see it, say it first. If you don't say anything, you attack suddenly. Who knows what you are going to do..." Su Fuliu slowly relaxed.

Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu like that, and felt very worried.

He just pulled his clothes, and Su Fuliu resisted like this, when will Su Fuliu accept him completely...

"Then, will you let me see it?"

Su Fuliu thought for a while, and then walked out from the corner.

Feng Muting hurried up to him.

Su Fuliu looked at him, then took off his clothes silently.

Without Feng Muting's hands, he tore off the thing covering the wound in front of his shoulders.

The two wounds appeared clearly in front of his eyes immediately, and they were more conspicuous against the backdrop of Su Fuliu's fair skin.

Feng Muting frowned, then slowly raised his hand to touch the wound.

But when he was about to touch it, he stopped again and asked, "Will it hurt to touch it?"

Su Fuliu shook his head: "No, just touch it, it won't hurt."

Only then did Feng Muting touch it, and although Su Fuliu said it would not hurt, he still stroked it lightly.

"At that time, it hurt..." Although there were only a few words, it seemed that he had exhausted his strength to say it.

He couldn't imagine how Su Fuliu's thin body could endure such pain.

"it's already over."

"Who, who is it, that bastard bastard, you tell me, I'm going to abolish him for you right now!" Feng Muting met Su Fuliu's eyes and asked angrily.

Su Fuliu shook his head again: "It's all over."

However, Feng Muting gritted his teeth and said: "If you can't get through it, it won't get through with me. Unless you have taken revenge, otherwise, I will definitely not spare that bastard bastard!"

"...It has been reported, so the prince doesn't need to ask more questions." Su Fuliu replied.

But Feng Muting saw right through him: "Do you think you can fool me? You are an idiot who can't even tell a lie."

Su Fuliu lowered his head to prevent Feng Muting from seeing his expression: "My lord, can you stop asking? I don't want to mention the past. It's all over. If you ask like this, won't it make you feel uncomfortable again?" Do I recall those painful things in the past?"

"This king just wants to avenge you." Feng Muting cupped his face, forcing him to meet his eyes.

Su Fuliu shook her head slightly: "I don't want the prince to have something to do, isn't it good that we are like this?"

"I don't want anything to happen to my king? So, that bastard bastard has a lot of background? Is this king's power not enough to shake him?" Feng Muting heard the key point at once.