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

Lu Chimo curled his lips into a smile: "Really, do Yulang think?"

Bai Yulang blushed suddenly: "Thinking, but... shouldn't we be more restrained and keep the water flowing for a long time?"

"There's something wrong with this. What's the matter? You and I are young now, and we are full of energy. Is it possible that if we are restrained now, we can guarantee that we will be like dragons and tigers in the future?" Lu Chimo asked rhetorically.

Bai Yulang couldn't help being taken aback after hearing this, and felt that what Lu Chimo said seemed quite reasonable.

Later, I saw Lu Chimo say again: "Brother, don't you want to make Yulang more happy while you are young, so that when we grow old, Yulang will have to complain about the inattentiveness of senior brother when he was young."

The more Bai Yulang listened to it, the more he felt it made sense.

Lu Chimo added one last sentence: "Besides, the body is his own, how can senior brother be inappropriate? Naturally, he has the physical strength and spirit to dare to do this. Isn't Yulang happy?"

Bai Yulang was completely convinced, he nodded: "Happy, I am very happy!"

"Ah, my good Yulang, you said that senior brother is afraid of falling when holding it in the palm of his hand, and afraid of being melted if he holds it in his mouth. In senior brother's heart, there is only you, and you can only have senior brother in your heart, do you understand? ?" Lu Chimo asked.

Bai Yulang nodded vigorously: "Understood, senior brother, I only have senior brother in my heart, I want to be with senior brother for the rest of my life."

Su Fuliu, who was lying on the bed before, unable to move because of back pain, after Bai Yulang gave acupuncture, her back pain was greatly relieved.

He made an effort, but he sat up.

Feng Muting at the side saw Su Fuliu sitting up by himself, his eyes lit up: "It seems that your back pain is much better."

"Well, Bai Yulang's acupuncture technique is not bad." Su Fuliu nodded.

"Then... in the future, if your back hurts, you can come to him." There was a hint of joy in Feng Muting's eyes.

When Su Fuliu heard it, he immediately said: "What is the prince thinking again, I can warn the prince again, you are not allowed to touch me again until my eyes are not healed!"

"Then what do you mean, after your eyes are healed, this king will be able to touch you?" Feng Muting replied.

Su Fuliu choked, and then replied: "No, in short, it's still the same as before, without my consent, the prince is not allowed to do anything wrong!"

Feng Muting suddenly faltered: "We have already taken this step, and you refuse to let me go. This makes me so uncomfortable."

"Hmph, if my lord doesn't feel bad anymore, then I will be the one who suffers. Although my waist doesn't hurt that much, but I... still hurt there!" Su Fuliu said angrily.

"Isn't this king anxious for you to get used to it, so that you won't feel so uncomfortable if you get used to it later." Feng Muting explained.

"It's the first time for me. How do I adapt? No matter how many times I adapt, it still hurts. My lord doesn't know how to stop, but he actually coaxed me three times. Now I'm fine. I'm afraid. My lord can figure it out!"

When Su Fuliu thought of this, he became angry, hurt and angry, so he expressed the resentment in his heart all at once.

But then his face was on fire again, and he realized what shameful words he had just said.

He finally sat up, but he didn't sit for long, and immediately pulled up the quilt to cover his head with great embarrassment, then fell down, and the whole person was covered in the quilt again.

Faceless!