This is My Planet

In Ling Moxue's separate waiting room.

Xia Guixuan leaned against the door with his arms crossed, watching the indoor scene with a half-smile.

There is only a waiting room, which is almost as big as a factory building. Hundreds of staff and service robots come and go. The busy appearance reminds Xia Guixuan of the busy soldiers he saw in the main cabin of the battleship.

However they only serve one person.

You must know that Little Fox's company has only a hundred real people, and most of the jobs are robots. There are hundreds of makeup artists, clothing artists, agents, assistants, bodyguards serving Ling Moxue here, not counting the field staff and coordinators who work outside to adjust lights and so on.

Ridiculously busy.

All kinds of costumes are ridiculously expensive.

Ling Moxue was leaning on the recliner with her eyes slightly closed, and several female makeup artists surrounded her carefully applying makeup to her.

Some even knelt in front of her and painted her toenails.

I don't know if it was a deliberate kneeling posture to flatter, or an unconscious movement for the convenience of applying toenail polish.

In short, today's Ling Moxue is more worthy of being flattered by others.

In fact, Xia Guixuan could tell that Ling Moxue didn't really enjoy this kind of extravagance.

Maybe I enjoyed it a lot before, and I also had this vanity. But now that he is a sword cultivator, the pursuit of the Dao is different. This kind of vanity will hinder the way of the sword, and it will naturally fade away, gradually calming down.

So her expression has always been quite cold, making others think that the princess is dissatisfied, and they are even more trembling.

But Ling Moxue can't help it. She used to be so good, and suddenly changed her words to be very simple and self-disciplined. With the background of her grandfather as the head of state now, it will make people feel like she has something to do to invite people's hearts. Maybe there will be rumors about proclaiming emperor tomorrow. If you want to change, you don’t change all at once, you have to change slowly, gradually reduce it, or it’s better not to change at all, which is a kind of self-pollution.

In addition, there is a kind of psychology that I don't know if it is abnormal...

The more you kneel and bow your head in front of your master, the more you want to stand tall in front of others and despise everything.

Conversely, the more you stand high in front of others, and then bow your head in front of your master, the mentality will have a kind of conversion that only belongs to the strong.

I feel stimulated, I believe the owner is the same.

Seeing the master's half-smile expression, everyone should think of going together.

Thinking of this, Ling Moxue's half-closed eyes flashed with charm.

Hey, that Captain Xia, who told you to stand here? Get out. A field manager stood in front of him with his hips akimbo: Didn't you see that there are girls in here? Later, we, Mo Xue, have to change our clothes. What's the matter with you, a big man, sticking around here?

Ling Moxue secretly glanced over, secretly thinking who is this, whether this counts as death or an assist, it's really hard to decide...

Xia Guixuan had a half-smile, I'm here to talk about the special stage. I've been thinking about it. I'm not interested in standing on the stage and singing for others. Forget it. I'm here to let President Ling know.

The man's face changed even more: What qualifications do you have to refuse...

Before the words finished, Ling Moxue interrupted lightly: Okay, if you don't participate, don't participate.

Boss Ling promotes you, I really don't know how to praise you. The manager turned to look at Ling Moxue, and immediately bent a little: Boss Ling, do you want him to be...

Ling Moxue nodded: Go out.

The manager immediately pointed at Xia Guixuan: Did you hear that?

Ling Moxue's voice came from behind again: I'm talking about you all, go out, Captain Xia stays here, let's talk.

The manager was stunned: Boss Ling, this...

The makeup artist was also trembling: Mr. Ling, this forehead makeup is not done yet...

Ling Moxue straightened his face, and the temperature of the entire waiting room dropped sharply: Get out.

Everyone didn't dare to disobey, and retreated cautiously. In the blink of an eye, the big room with hundreds of people was empty, except for the mirrors around, reflecting the weird expressions of a man and a woman.

Ling Moxue was still half leaning on the makeup chair, and she didn't even get up to greeting hello to the master.

Xia Guixuan stepped forward with a smile that was not a smile, and casually picked up a makeup brush: Do you want me to finish the makeup on the princess's forehead?

Ling Moxue hid the charm in her eyes, and said forcefully: Captain Xia also knows how to make up?

Xia Guixuan looked at the probe in the corner of the room, and said with a smile, I understand.

Then try to draw one? It looks good and you will be rewarded.

What reward?

Do you have a share in bargaining?

Xia Guixuan's smile spread more and more, and he really possessed himself, applying makeup on her carefully.

Ling Moxue's half-closed eyes opened a little, looked at him tenderly, and said: Wouldn't it cover the probe?

Xia Guixuan smiled: No need now. It's normal for Captain Xia to serve the princess...

Ling Moxue clenched her lower lip.

What's the matter with the stimulation of cheating...

And it's a little sweet.

Ling Moxue knew that she was broken, and she was already broken.

She even clearly knows what the master is painting... Her slave pattern is about to be displayed in front of the crowd, but thinking about it is even more exciting.

After a while, a strange pink texture appeared on the forehead, no one could recognize what it meant, it was quite nice...

Ling Moxue's breathing became a little messy.

The texture from the hands of immortals is not a simple painting, it is a talisman.

After forming, it will be effective.

The real kind of utility, surrender, desire, stimulation, all kinds of thoughts come and go.

Ling Moxue couldn't bear it, and she let out her divine thoughts, destroying the probe and the recording.

Master...don't torture me...

How dare you, you are the princess and I am the subordinate.

without……

Xia Guixuan's fingers slowly moved down from her forehead, and brushed over her delicate cheeks: You put your certificate on Yin Xiaoru's car, isn't it a declaration of sovereignty?

Ling Moxue bit her lower lip and said nothing.

Of course, it is not only a provocation to declare sovereignty, but also a deliberate intention to know that this will be punished.

Looking for punishment?

Gongsunjiu proposed to help him marry Yan Wuyue, if he dared not do such a thing, he would die. But this kind of small offence in the corners, the punishment in exchange will only be a kind of interaction between the master and the little slave girl, maybe it's a reward...

Is this called Jianxin Tongming... If Jianxin Tongming is used in this, will the swordsmen since ancient times be pissed off?

Being a princess, the wings are hard... Xia Guixuan's fingers continued to move down, reaching her snow-white neck.

Ling Moxue raised her head slightly, coordinated with him to take off the high collar of the costume, panted and said: Slave... Slave made a mistake, I will change the brand tomorrow...

That's the end of it?

Please master punish...

With the voice, a collar appeared around the neck.

Ling Moxue's heart skipped a beat.

Isn't it... a bit over the top?

Xia Guixuan smiled: Do you have a share in the bargaining?

... This world news came really fast.

If you decide how to punish, is it punishment or reward? Xia Guixuan smiled evilly: I'll just go on stage later, anyway, your collar is quite high.

Ling Moxue gasped even harder.

Imagine the elegant and luxurious stage costumes, the shining stage where the crowd cheers, and the princess of the head of state revered by the people, making an extremely dazzling appearance... The actual forehead is a slave pattern, and the inside is a collar.

Ling Moxue felt that she was too weak to stand up.

Is it coming soon? Xia Guixuan asked suddenly.

Ling Moxue looked at the time: There are still ten minutes. That... She bit her lower lip: It seems too late.

Xia Guixuan smiled: That's just right, you get up first.

Ling Moxue's mind was still a little confused, and she stood up from the recliner in a daze, momentarily puzzled.

I heard Xia Guixuan say leisurely: Ten minutes, it's just punishment but no reward.

Ling Moxue looked very strange.

In fact, asking for punishment by oneself is purely a kind of...a little flirtation with the master, a little fun.

The goal has been achieved.

Then your punishment, isn’t it that you are not up and down, who is it to punish, me or you...

She didn't have time to think about it, the neck rope was pulled lightly, and the princess in full costume gave the man a look of resentment and anger, and slowly fell to her knees along the force, the graceful long skirt rippled on the ground, like ripples on the surface of a deep lake.

Speaking of the temporomandibular arthritis, the last physiotherapy session should be finished tomorrow. Can't you see that I have been running to the hospital every day for so many days... I feel so dedicated...