Then he lowered his head and muttered, "I have a bust size of 32b after all, so it's not too bad. I'm talking about half a catty, I'm sorry."
In fact, in her opinion, a man with six-pack abs looks better than a man with eight-pack abs. Rain makes her feel too strong. However, her father is lean yet soft, with coordinated proportions and more
Visibility.
However, she just couldn't accept what he said about her, so she ridiculed her back. Didn't her father know that saying this would severely damage her young heart? No girl would like others to judge her body.
Feng Qingcang heard all the words she muttered, and his eyes changed a few times, "Thirty...two pussy?" What does it mean? It's a very fresh word.
Xin Moer was startled and almost burst into laughter.
Then she straightened her expression, why was she talking to him about this when she had nothing to do? She was really sick! She didn't want to explain to him anymore, "Father, if you want to sleep here, you can sleep here, I will make a bed on the floor."
Feng Qingcang narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Recently, rats often appear in Prince Xu's Mansion at night. If you are not afraid of rats crawling over your face, there is no harm in making a bed on the floor."
Xin Moer looked at the cold ground, shuddered, quickly climbed onto the soft bed, got into the bed, faced the wall, and said with her back to him, "Father, good night."
Feng Qingcang looked at her slim back, raised her lips slightly, and lay down gracefully with obscene movements.
After a while, the soft sound of her sleeping sound came to my ears.
The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the few stars blink happily.
That night, both of them slept soundly.
"Xin Mo'er!"
"Xin Mo'er!"
At dawn, there was a heavy knock on the door.
Xin Mo'er opened her eyes, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and went to the bedside, where she saw Feng Qingcang sleeping soundly.
He curled his lips, jumped out of bed, put on his boots, walked to the door, opened the door, and saw a young man with handsome features, as beautiful as a crown jade, whose facial features were somewhat similar to Feng Qingcang, about 20 years old, standing at the edge of the door.
, was also looking at her at this time, with amazement in his eyes, "Mo'er, have you missed Uncle Nine Emperors during these years of being away?"
Xin Moer raised his head and looked at Feng Qingyu. His appearance was not much different from that of nine years ago. He had lost the immaturity of a young man and became more stable. However, the arrogant and flying aura between his eyebrows remained unchanged.
Xin Moer didn't like to look up to others, but everyone from the royal family seemed to be superior to others. Thinking that he had taken care of her before and often brought her food, she sweetly called out, "Uncle,