Finally, she calmed down and obediently let the handkerchief with the fragrance of top-grade tea and her body touch his face.
Wipe it gently on his face.
The white handkerchief was gradually stained with red, the bright color of cinnabar.
The stimulated Xiao Mokuang couldn't help but have a hint of red in his eyes.
He stood up holding Chu Ci and strode towards his palace which was close to here.
I don't know if he was still angry along the way, but he didn't say a word until he entered the palace gate, then he waved his hand and asked everyone to get off.
He carried Chu Ci to the study.
To be honest, Chu Ci had only been to his residence many times.
Generally speaking, she would leave the tutor behind first and let him finish dealing with the remaining memorials. Then Xiao Mo Kuang would usually run directly into her palace, and even stayed with her at night a few times.
So Chu Ci was a little unfamiliar with the furnishings here, and was just carried by him to sit on the chair.
Looking at Xiao Mokuang's drooping face, which was obviously still somewhat dissatisfied, Chu Ci raised her hand and gently patted his cheek, "What's wrong with you, Grand Tutor? Are you still angry with me? This cinnabar is not a difficult-to-wipe-off pigment. If you are angry with Princess Sheng, it has nothing to do with me. I didn't summon her here."
"Your Majesty teased me in the study before, so naturally I want to get it back from Your Majesty." Xiao Mo held Chu Ci's waist tightly and spoke seriously, but he did not mention Chu Wanwan's affairs at all.
"Get it back?"
Seeing the little girl hesitantly repeating these three words, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Master, you can't be so petty, right? It's just a stroke of cinnabar. At most, I can let you draw it back."
As she spoke, the fair and tender little face came closer.
"You're not that petty?" Xiao Mokuang raised his eyelids, a smile on his thin lips, and said firmly, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I think it's quite serious."
Chu Ci: ...
The man then held Chu Ci down, and with his other hand untied Chu Ci's belt, he nodded unceremoniously and said, "Since Your Majesty has asked me to return the painting, I will respectfully obey your command."
Chu Ci raised her hands and pressed her clothes, "Hey, hey, hey, Master, you can paint, but why are you taking off my clothes?"
"I never said I wanted to paint on Your Majesty's face. After all, I am timid and dare not offend Your Majesty." Xiao Mokuang said shamelessly. He had already pulled down Chu Ci's clothes a lot, revealing the skin from the chest to the shoulders. There were prepared paints and various pens next to his desk. He picked up one as he spoke.
Then he continued, "However, a treacherous minister like me will certainly seek revenge a hundredfold for any loss I suffer. I cannot tolerate any injustice. Your Majesty has always been sympathetic to me. Please be patient, and I will be fine soon."
These few words can be said to be the pinnacle of shamelessness.
And Chu Ci understood clearly: to be considerate of you would be to be cruel to herself.
Chu Ci couldn't help but kick her legs. The man's face was already close to her. He kissed the corner of Chu Ci's lips, then kissed Chu Ci's lips. In his other hand, he held a small brush dipped in golden-red paint and painted on Chu Ci's fair shoulders.
When Chu Ci let out a low cry from the corner of her lips because of the itch, he opened his mouth and sealed Chu Ci's lips, kissing her vaguely, but his eyes were fixed on Chu Ci's white shoulders.
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