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

Feng Muting pressed Su Fuliu's hand again, and said: "Ah Liu, don't look at it, there is no skin trauma, but it really hurts, so, look...can you stop letting me sleep in the study..."

"Didn't you say that your father won't do anything to you? Why did you still get beaten? Is he very angry at you for acting so recklessly?" Su Fuliu asked.

Feng Muting shook his head: "Don't worry, Ah Liu, my father didn't beat me for anything else, but because I didn't go back for a long time and didn't write him a letter or anything. He was unhappy, so I taught me a lesson. Let this king have a long memory."

Su Fuliu was taken aback: "It turned out to be because of this, then it seems that the emperor really likes you as a son, and would beat you up for thinking about everything you think, but the reason why you haven't returned for so long is because of me... ..."

Feng Muting took the opportunity to hold his hand, and comforted him: "It's nothing, Ah Liu, don't blame yourself, it's just a punishment, as long as Ah Liu is fine, then... Ah Liu, I don't need to sleep in the study. Is it?"

Su Fuliu looked at him and sighed lightly: "Okay..."

Feng Muting suddenly laughed, and hugged Su Fuliu: "I know that Ah Liu loves me the most."

"Oh, well, the prince is dishonest after being hit by a board, hurry up and rest on your stomach, you are not afraid of hurting your wound." Su Fuliu pushed Feng Muting away, and said worriedly.

"Okay, okay, I'll lie down and rest on my stomach." After saying that, Feng Muting took off his clothes and lay down on the bed.

Su Fuliu moved inside, looked at him helplessly, then stretched out his hand to caress his butt: "Let me caress for you, see if it can relieve the pain."

"Ah Liu is so nice." Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu with emotion, and Su Fuliu's soft hand caressing him really made him feel itchy.

"Would this be better? Didn't hurt you?" Su Fuliu moved very lightly, he was afraid of hurting Feng Muting.

"No, Ah Liu is very gentle and doesn't hurt at all." Feng Muting replied.

"That's good." Su Fuliu continued to caress reassuringly, and then he flashed the moment when Bai Yulang touched his buttocks in his mind, and asked in a flash: "Why didn't he respond at all when I touched the lord's butt?" ?”

Feng Muting was stunned for a moment: "What reaction?"

"Just... just nervous, oh no, it's a sensitive reaction, the prince's body is not sensitive at all." Su Fuliu was still talking there.

"It's not that my body is not sensitive, but your body is too sensitive." Feng Muting replied with a smile.

"..."

"You won't let me touch you, so I can only be sensitive, otherwise, you will be under my body at this moment." Feng Muting said again.

"..." Su Fuliu immediately retracted her hand in shock.

"Why don't you touch Ah Liu, it hurts." Feng Muting said.

How could Su Fuliu dare to help him caress the wound again, what if the caress made him feel itchy and ate him up.

"You, you can caress yourself." Saying that, Su Fuliu subconsciously moved back a little.

He managed to slow down, and he didn't want to be tormented again.

Feng Muting was too powerful, he tossed him hard every time, he didn't want to be so sore and sore that he couldn't get out of bed again.

Feng Muting was a little depressed for a while, and after thinking about what to say, he talked about this "sensitive" topic. It seemed that Su Fuliu was the first to talk about it.

Thinking of this, he suddenly reacted and asked, "Who taught you that this is not nervous but sensitive? Someone touched your butt?!"