The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Rong Qing was dressed in women's clothing, and her lips were painted with lip balm, which left a mark on her neck.

The lights in the room were bright, and under the bronze mirror, there were light marks of two lips on the girl's neck, which was somewhat ambiguous.

The girl's eyes flickered slightly, then she lowered her head and wiped it silently with a handkerchief. She didn't know whether the quality of the lip balm was too good or something, but it only faded a little.

It was obviously just a lightly imprinted mark, but it was not wiped off immediately, but now it can't be wiped off.

"..."

Women will definitely like this kind of lip balm, but the other party is a man.

Luo Ci gathered her collar to prevent the maid from discovering that she passed on hot water, and it was barely wiped off with hot water and fragrant soap when taking a bath.

When she went to bed at night, as usual, she lit a small lamp by the bedside and slowly read the book, but today she felt a little uneasy.

She simply put away the book, lay on the bed, and closed her eyes.

Originally, it was because of too much mental distress and poor sleep quality in these years, but now the brain is not clear enough, and there is no sleepiness at all.

A very light sigh escaped from his lips.

The palm was slightly pressed against the heart, and the heartbeat was the same as usual, slow and powerful, not fast or slow, and there was a muffled sound.

The outside world did not bring any stimulation.

However, the brain is really sober, allowing the thoughts to flow in disorder.

No memory, no emotion, but palpitations from the depths of the soul.

People who know their purpose, because they know where they are going and what they are going to do, can go on unswervingly even if they encounter painful setbacks in the middle, and most of the results are bitter and rewarding.

But there is no direction, no reason, but it is affected by it, but it makes people confused, unable to solve it, and unable to escape.

...

Autumn hunting today.

The princes, princesses, and court officials all participated. The emperor ascended the throne, and the half-brothers could not be the princes, but there are a few who are still young. Although they have been crowned kings, they are still under the care of the concubine. This time, they will also come together up.

The hunting ground is a two-day journey away from the capital, and many forces have been brought along to protect it.

The princess rode in a relatively spacious and comfortable carriage, and the soft couch was covered with soft fur. The journey did not suffer too much.

In addition to the maids dressed up by Rong Qing, he also brought two maids who have served for many years, and some servants who deal with daily needs.

There have been no emergencies in the past two days, and the third prince of Daqi is still at peace.

Only a few princes and princesses who haven't suffered much are slightly coquettish. They are not very favored and their status is not noble enough. Naturally, they will not be used as hostages when the palace changes. Being crowned king may have grown one's character, but in one's heart one cannot bear the suffering.

In contrast, Prince Da Qi had been instilled with the survival rule of survival of the fittest since he was a child, simulating the survival of wild animals, which had no effect at all, but it was really too cold-blooded and ruthless.

Arriving at the hunting ground, tents were erected one after another, the luggage was packed by the attendants, and guards guarded the tent door.

Since it was already evening when they arrived, it was not suitable for hunting at night, so the emperor let everyone rest after a few words, and started hunting again the next day.

When washing at night, the original two personal maids were completely useless, and all the work was taken over by the fake maids.

And the princess had no intention of objecting at all, and asked them to go to the nearby tent to rest directly.

It was a very unpleasant night being forced to leave.

They have a hunch that this is just the beginning.

The tent is not too narrow, it can accommodate a bed, a soft couch, tables, chairs and cabinets. Luo Ci sits at the table and slowly eats snacks. It is not suitable for eating greasy things after a long journey.

Right now Rong Qing is not by my side.

Not long after, he came back with two buckets of hot water. There was a screen in the tent, and there was a bucket inside. He poured hot water into it, and went out with the bucket again. He went back and forth three times to prepare the water for bathing.

After the preparations were finished, he walked up to her and looked down at her, "Sister, the water has been prepared, and I will watch at the door."

Thin sweat was dripping on his face, his eyes were full of sparkling light, and he looked at her silently.

Luo Ci also stopped him, but he insisted on coming by himself, and he couldn't resist him at all, as if this was an extremely important matter and no one else could interfere.

She opened her lips and said, "Low down."

Rong Qing lowered his head very docilely, his body reacted faster than his brain, even though he didn't know what she wanted to do.

She squeezed the silk handkerchief, and reached out to gently wipe the sweat off his face. Her lips slightly curved upwards, her delicate face was peaceful and gentle, "You have worked hard today."

He froze in place.

I feel that at this moment, she is like a virtuous wife. When her husband is tired, she wipes his sweat thoughtfully with a handkerchief and speaks softly.

Obviously there was no progress, but it gave him such an illusion.

Such behavior does not belong to the behavior that normal male-female relationship should have.

Such thoughts disappeared in a flash, as if he had grasped some kind of opportunity, thinking of some kind of possibility, delicate joy filled the tip of his heart.

So, he held her hand holding the handkerchief, stared at her with dark eyes, half-kneeled down, at eye level with her, and said in a clear and low voice, "Why do you want to wipe my sweat?"

The slightly slender pupils were the same as back then, hiding stubbornness and stubbornness, and would not give up until they got a reply.

Luo Ci looked back at him without dodging, and said very calmly, "If you want to wipe it, just wipe it."

However, this kind of calmness is very pure, and there is no trace of affection similar to liking in his eyes.

Such innocence made his heart half cold.

The previous joy disappeared in an instant, and a heart was held up high, and then fell to pieces.

He pursed his lips tightly, as always.

He found that the gold hairpin he put on her did not respond, nor did he kiss her on the lips that day, always flat, not shy, not angry and rebellious.

He is very unwilling.

Rong Qing restrained the emotion in his eyes, "I'll go out and watch."

By the way, blow the cold wind and calm down.

Luo Ci watched him get out of the tent without changing his expression, and walked towards the tub behind the screen, his clothes were carefully prepared by him and put aside.

She didn't take a bath immediately, but scooped up some water, scrubbed the handkerchief clean, and hung it on the rack beside the screen, then slowly took off her clothes and walked into the bathtub.

...

The sound of splashing water came from inside the tent, making people unable to help but think about it, and their hopes of taking advantage of the night wind to calm down for a while were shattered.

He is sixteen years old, most men are already married at this age, even princes and others have side concubines and concubines.

He is very repulsive to women other than her, and because of his desperate struggle for power in the past few years, he has almost no contact with women, but he should understand.

Silently guarding outside the tent, not even allowing anyone to approach, not allowing others to hear the sound of water splashes, as long as someone approaches, they will look over coldly, and the voice orders them to leave in an extremely cold voice.