"Does this king look good?" Sikong Mo asked.
"Good-looking." Ye Jiu was already tempted.
"My Jiujiu is also very beautiful!"
Sikong Mo murmured softly, suddenly picking Ye Jiu up, placing her onto the bed, and rolling over onto her.
"Stop!" Ye Jiu shouted just as their lips were about to touch.
"What's wrong?" Sikong Mo frowned, displeased.
"Let me freshen up first." Ye Jiu said.
The first time, she always wanted it to be more perfect.
She feared that with the two taels of powder on her face, if Sikong Mo kissed her just like that, she might not die of poison tomorrow, but surely suffer persistent stomach pain.
"Ha..." Sikong Mo laughed deeply, "Alright, let me personally attend to my Princess Consort's freshening up..."
When Sikong Mo picked her up again and stepped into the nearby hot spring, Ye Jiu then knew what he meant.
