As soon as Murong Che came in, he saw Qing Li wearing a translucent gauze dress and glaring at him angrily. There were tears in his eyes, and his two almond-shaped eyes were red, as if he was wronged.

"Your Majesty..." Xiyue wanted to explain.

Although she had watched Murong Che grow up and knew his temper clearly, she was not very sure about Qingli.

Although the prince has never indulged in female sex, and the concubines around him are just playthings, she can see how much the prince was stimulated by the incident with Concubine Qing.

Murong Che just waved his hand and motioned for them to go out.

Xiyue had no choice but to stay low and get lucky, and then led the maids out.

Qingli looked at him expectantly.

However, Murong Che did not untie her acupuncture points. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and walked around her, his eyes looking up and down without any scruples.

Qingli was both shy and angry when he saw him, but he couldn't move his body. He could only tremble his lips and let his tears fall down.

Finally, Murong Che concluded, "Not bad!"

What’s good!?

This old pervert, she will kill him one day!

Fortunately, Murong Che couldn't hear what she was saying, otherwise, if he heard her calling him an old pervert, he would probably faint from anger.

Murong Che had d her enough. He was afraid that if he continued teasing her, she would burst into tears, so he reached out and untied her acupuncture points.

As soon as Qingli was free, he wanted to find something to cover his body, but just now when Xiyue led the maids to retreat, she had already taken away all the debris. The palace was empty, how could there be anything to cover her body?

She had no choice but to cross her arms and cover the little peach on her chest.

Murong Che raised his eyebrows, feeling that it was funny in his heart, and he wanted to her, so he glanced at the base of her legs with a slanted eyebrow.

When Qingli saw him like this, he didn't know what to do. He covered the top but couldn't cover the bottom. His eyes were red with anxiety, so he simply squatted down with his hands covering his chest.

Murong Che didn't give her such a chance. He grabbed her slender arm and pulled her gently into his arms.

"What are you covering?" Murong Che asked shamelessly and knowingly.

Being so tightly pressed into his arms, Qingli felt more at ease. At least he didn't have to worry about him, a slut, staring at certain parts of his body.

But the hot palm attached to her lower back still made her feel uncomfortable. Through an almost non-existent layer of gauze, the rough fingers were caressing her smooth skin.

Qingli frowned and turned his body slightly to avoid it, but he hugged him tighter the next second.
Chapter completed!