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

"Why, is it so difficult for you to share a bed with this king?" Feng Mu angrily almost got up and grabbed Su Fuliu.

Why is this guy so stubborn.

Is it difficult to understand what he said?

"No... just small..."

Seeing that Su Fuliu still wanted to refuse, Feng Muting directly ordered to die: "Then the king orders you now, you will sleep next to me at night, do you dare to object?"

Su Fuliu shrunk her neck, then shook her head: "I don't dare to object."

"That's fine. There's so much nonsense. I'm hungry. Go and get something to eat."

"Yes..." Su Fuliu puffed out his cheeks and went to help Feng Muting get food.

Feng Muting leaned on the pillow and closed his eyes. Damn it, it stands to reason that his bed must be more comfortable than the bed for the next person.

But why is Su Fuliu's bed much more comfortable than his?

Soon Su Fuliu brought over the food: "Should I still feed the young one to the prince?"

"Ah."

"Okay." Su Fuliu sat beside the bed with food, and began to feed Feng Muting.

At night, Su Fuliu brought hot water, twisted the handkerchief, and washed Feng Muting's face and hands.

Then he changed the basin and handkerchief to wipe Feng Muting's feet.

When he touched the soles of his feet, Feng Muting instinctively shrank his feet.

Su Fuliu immediately laughed: "My lord is ticklish?!"

Feng Muting frowned slightly: "Wouldn't it be ticklish to co-author?"

Su Fuliu shook his head: "No, that's not the meaning of the small one."

"Then what do you mean?"

Su Fuliu smiled again: "I heard that ticklish men love their wives very much. It seems that the prince's future wife will be blessed."

After hearing this, Feng Muting couldn't help being taken aback, and then asked: "Is the daughter-in-law ticklish?"

Su Fuliu thought for a while, and replied: "This, it should be the same, the daughter-in-law is ticklish, so of course it's because she loves her man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Muting reached out and pinched Su Fuliu's waist.

Su Fuliu immediately stood up and took two steps back: "Why are you scratching the little itch!"

"You're ticklish too."

"Of course the young one is ticklish, and the young one will definitely be a good man who will love his wife in the future!" Su Fuliu said firmly.

When Feng Muting heard this, he smiled.

Su Fuliu was taken aback for a moment, and then snorted: "Don't believe me, my lord, the young one will definitely be a good man who will love his wife in the future!"

Feng Muting still smiled after hearing this.

Su Fuliu pouted, thinking that Feng Muting didn't believe that he could be a good man who loves his wife.

Little did they know that what Feng Muting was laughing at was not at all.

"Hmph." Su Fuliu snorted softly, a little angry.

But dare not say.

I could only put the handkerchief in the basin angrily, and then went out with the basin.

Then Su Fuliu changed the basin again and brought back hot water, so he had to wash himself.

Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu washing his face and feet full of anger, and said with a smile, "Do you know what you look like now?"

Su Fuliu glanced at him, but said nothing.

Feng Muting continued: "Like a puffer fish, a bulging puffer fish."

"..." Su Fuliu only felt angrier, and actually said that he looks like a puffer fish, how could he look like a puffer fish!

If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was Feng Muting, he would definitely have turned back!

Feng Muting laughed loudly and said, "Look, it's more similar now."

"..." Su Fuliu was speechless for a while, after he finished washing, he went to pour the water, then came back, and walked to the bedside.

He glanced at Feng Moting who was lying on the bed, then took off his coat silently, and lay down on the bed.

Although they are all men, he is still a little awkward.

After all, it was the first time to sleep with a man.

Of course, he never slept with a woman.

All this time, he slept alone.

Now suddenly there are many people sleeping together, and they are still their own masters, how awkward and awkward this feeling is.

Feng Muting obviously felt that Su Fuliu's body was a little stiff, needless to say, he must be not used to it, plus he was cautious.

He thought about it, then said...

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The author says:

I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I got stuck here again...