This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Song Chunjing blinked, looked away, and looked at the decorations in Chunjiao Hall behind him.

Whether it's the table corners by the bed or the scene by the window, every place is indeed very much to his liking.

The prince looked at his picturesque eyebrows and warm lips, and thought to himself, who can bear this horse riding?

The sweat from the corner of his forehead became more obvious, and he couldn't help but secretly took a deep breath and tried his best to endure it.

"See if you like it. I have ordered people to move all the objects in the Chunjiao Palace into the palace. You can stay there when you enter the palace to be on duty," the prince said.

Song Chunjing looked at him.

"Can we continue now?" the prince asked.

He had never been tamed, but his bloodstained fangs were put away in front of him.

Song Chunjing raised his hand, touched the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, wiped off some thin sweat, and said softly, "Thank you."

The prince intuited that the 'thank you' here was not for the Chunjiao Palace. Song Chunjing didn't have to worry about eating and drinking, and his official position was decent, but he had to value it. A mere palace might not be in his eyes.

"I should thank you." The prince smiled, the smile was from the heart, and even the whole face was soft and youthful.

The next moment, he said softly: "Let's take our time, can you cooperate a little bit?"

Song Chunjing paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about it.

The prince struck while the iron was hot, "I'm absolutely serious, I don't play tricks, if it hurts you, I can stop immediately."

Song Chunjing looked at him, as if judging the truth of what he said.

The prince calmly let him watch.

Even without clothes on, she is open and generous, without stage fright.

But his muscles are well-covered, and the smooth skin is tightly stretched on it, and there are still water droplets that are not yet dry.

Even with a deliberately pleasant face, the threat radiated is too strong, and there is no way to make people relax.

The prince seemed to realize it too.

He randomly pulled a towel and wrapped it around his waist, but he only had one hand, and the two ends could not be tied.

"Give me a hand," said the Dauphin.

Song Chunjing glanced at it, and saw that the deep and dense jungle had been covered, and the cheetah, which had already made an attacking posture, was also quiet, crouching under the towel, protruding a submissive arc.

Song Chunjing breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hands to cooperate with him, pressed the two corners of the towel, folded it to the inside and pressed it tightly.

It matches very well.

During the action, his hand inevitably touched the muscles on the side of the prince's waist, the cool skin was immediately ignited, and the dormant organs were ready to move.

Afraid of scaring Song Chunjing, the prince immediately bent his legs and pressed down on his body in a concealed manner.

Song Chunjing didn't notice it, he hesitated, and asked slowly: "How to cooperate?"

There is a play!

The prince's heart beat wildly, and he continued to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail without changing his expression, "Just relax, and leave the rest to me."

After finishing speaking, the prince stretched out his hand and pulled him to his side, and immediately covered him up, "Don't be afraid..."

When the lips want to touch, the body is instantly ignited, feeling the rapid rise of the indoor temperature.

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The author has something to say: Double update tonight, and another chapter will be published at 10 pm (probably OvO)