Seemingly dissatisfied, he suddenly stopped halfway through his speech, his brows furrowed in a gesture of deep discontent.
Ming Beiya: "..."
His lips twitched, and he reached out to pinch Mo Shisheng's cheek. "Why don't you leave for a bit?"
"Hmm? Okay."
Xie was slightly taken aback at first, but then he realized what was happening, turned around and walked to the side, his gaze falling on the window.
*
Ming Beiya began to take over Xie's work and continued speaking.
Suddenly remembering something, the girl slipped her icy hand inside the man's collar and landed on his strong, muscular chest, her little hand restlessly touching his nipple.
"Um……"
A seductive groan escaped the man's throat, utterly sensual.
Mo Shisheng's hand trembled slightly, and she said in an annoyed tone, "You devil!"
Oh.
Ming Beiya chuckled softly, turned his head slightly, and lightly brushed his thin lips against the girl's soft lips. "You like it?"
Mo Shisheng pursed her lips slightly, remaining silent. She wouldn't be so spineless as to say she liked him; she was a cool and aloof goddess.
Thinking this, Mo Shisheng lowered her small hand a little further, but because of the collar, her small hand could only stay on the boy's abdominal muscles.
The texture there felt amazing, and Mo Shisheng secretly rubbed her small hands against it.
Men aren't saints; they couldn't possibly be unresponsive. He gave her soft, tender buttocks a hard squeeze with his large hand. "Don't move!"
Mo Shisheng gasped, feeling utterly humiliated that a grown man like her was being spanked. Enraged, she yanked open the man's shirt and reached further down, shouting, "Don't I have any dignity?!"
But the man was even more furious than she was, shouting, "Mo, Shi, Sheng!"
The low growl startled Mo Shisheng, causing her small hand to tremble slightly. Her fingertips touched something hot, and the man's body stiffened even more. Resisting the urge to throw Mo Shisheng to the ground, he threatened, "If you move again, I'll deal with you!"
"I couldn't have gotten it."
Mo Shisheng gently curved her lips into a smile, like a fairy in the night, and withdrew her arm, loosely hugging the man's neck. She whispered in his ear, "Grand Preceptor, I'm sixteen now."
Ming Beiya: "..."
This is terrible!
Because of Mo Shisheng's interference, Ming Beiya had to quicken his pace and head towards the outskirts of the palace.
Undeterred by the lack of response, Mo Shisheng suddenly remembered a scene she had seen on television and said in a soft, sweet voice, "This humble servant awaits your tender care, Master~"
Ming Beiya: "..."
At this moment, I really want to pin Mo Shisheng down on the bed and give her a good beating!
"Master~"
Mo Shisheng seemed to be playing a winning game, or perhaps his brain was malfunctioning; he got more and more excited as he talked, and in the end, he almost lost control.
Suddenly, Ming Beiya placed his hand, which was around her waist, on her soft breasts...
*
Ming Beiya led Mo Shisheng to the outer perimeter of the palace, where the imperial guards in armor were almost layered on top of each other.
Seeing this, Mo Shisheng's expression turned slightly cold. "Did the Emperor of the Southern Kingdom know that I would want to save them?"
"Perhaps there's another purpose behind it."
Ming Beiya glanced lightly at the Imperial Guards, "Save them?"
"..."
Mo Shisheng was taken aback by the question, and she pursed her lips and shook her head.
The heaviness in her eyes stung Ming Beiya's eyes. He gently cupped the girl's face in his hands. "Trust me, okay?"
"That's not it……"
Mo Shisheng took a deep breath, looked directly into the man's dark, jade-like eyes, and her unease subsided somewhat. She slowly said, "Do you still remember Shangguan Zong's fate in the Situ Kingdom?"
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