Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant’s Pampered Demon Empress

Chapter 113: Tyrant combing his hair

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Han Moze gently dressed Liu Rushuang!

Liu Rushuang clenched his hands!

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I really regard myself as her husband!

So after putting it on, he will walk out of the Moon Palace.

Han Moze smiled and threatened: "If you dare to take a step out of the palace! Believe it or not, I will keep you lying on the bed immobile forever."

Liu Rushuang turned around stiffly.

Facing Han Moze, he curled his lips helplessly.

Why don't you let her go?

Hasn't her body been completely seen?

What do you want her?

Do you want to treat her like that every day?

Woo...

It's full of internal flow!

Liu Rushuang turned around and went to the dressing table, her hair was loose.

It has to be sorted out!

Blame that tyrant!

If ordinary men treated her like that, she would have burned to death!

Han Moze walked behind Liu Rushuang and pulled out all the jewelry on Liu Rushuang's beautiful ink hair like a waterfall and set aside.

Then he picked up the comb and straightened Liu Rushuang's hair comb by comb.

Liu Rushuang's eyes widened slightly!

This tyrant can comb a woman's hair!

Humph!

Must be a romantic man!

It is impossible to change a woman a day!

She was touched by such a dirty man!

It's terrible to think about it!

Han Moze smoothly moved his fingers in and out of Liu Rushuang's hair, and soon combed a fluffy and beautiful bun on the back of his head, then fixed it with a few silver beads, and inserted a silver pendant on the side. The fringed hairpin finally put two long black hairs around the neck and placed on Liu Rushuang's chest.

Liu Rushuang saw the complicated and beautiful bun behind her head in the mirror, and he reached out and touched it. It was really good!

What a coincidence with this tyrant!

But he was a romantic man, so he whispered sarcastically: "What a dirty man!"

Han Moze frowned, pinched Liu Rushuang's chin, stared at Liu Rushuang's clear and moving eyes, and smiled evilly: "What did you say? Say it again!"

"It hurts, let go!" Liu Rushuang cried, feeling a pain in his jaw.

Han Moze continued to ask: "Who do you think is dirty?"

Liu Rushuang said unclearly, "I...I said something wrong! Let go of me!"

Han Moze kindly loosened Liu Rushuang's jaw.

Liu Rushuang touched his chin and mumbled dissatisfiedly: "It was originally, so I won't let people say it."

Han Moze grinned her teeth angrily, and this damned woman said coldly, "Where do you see that I am dirty?"

Liu Rushuang stood up, stared at Han Moze with clear eyes, and said coolly: "Otherwise, how can you comb a woman's hair bun? It's obvious that you are so skilled in combing women's hair."

The corners of Han Moze's lips wickedly sneered, "What? Shuang'er is jealous?"

The anger in Liu Rushuang's eyes instantly boiled, and he stuck out his tongue, and hummed disdainfully: "Who would be jealous for you? Beautiful thinking! I am not so bad as to like a man like you!"

Han Moze is angry!

Which noble man can bear being scolded and dirty!

Besides, it is Han Moze, a man who has never touched a woman!

Is it wrong?

And he served that woman like that, and that woman was worthless to insult him sideways!

Humph!

Han Moze waved his ethereal wide sleeves.

In an instant, Liu Rushuang smelled a scent of flowers, was shocked, immediately covered his nose, and ran towards the front hall.

Why is this tyrant so easily angry!

I really can't communicate!

Han Moze swept his left hand upward, and a thick ice-blue barrier appeared in the room.

"Bang!" Liu Rushuang touched the barrier.