Ji Wanrong was startled by Mo Jiecheng's angry voice.
Just wash her feet. What should she take off?
Feeling Mo Jiecheng's gaze, she hurriedly lowered her head and looked at her collar.
Just after waking up, Ji Wanrong's clothes were not buttoned properly, and she was rolling around on the soft couch casually, making the clothes outside even more messy.
Mo Jiecheng's sight could not only see the goose yellow clothes inside, but also the white skin on her chest.
Ji Wanrong hurriedly covered her chest and hurriedly buttoned up her clothes.
Looking at Ji Wanrong's movements, Mo Jiecheng's eyes were deep, and then he laughed softly: "What are you afraid of? Can I still eat you?"
Ji Wanrong raised her eyes and glared at him: "We agreed that if we lose the bet, we will serve him to wash his feet. Is this how you serve him?"
Mo Jiecheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then how do you want me to serve you?"
Ji Wanrong saw that he was very demanding and talkative, which was very different from usual, so she rolled her eyes and shook her feet leisurely, trying to make things difficult for him.
But before she could think of a countermeasure, Mo Jiecheng suddenly stretched out his long arm and grabbed her calf with one hand.
Ji Wanrong got up late. When he was lying on the couch, he didn't wear shoes. He only wore a pair of footwear on his feet. His left leg was crossed and his right leg was crossed. It was very uncomfortable.
Mo Jiecheng held her calf with his big hand and pulled her left leg up with a sharp tug: "My daughter's family looks really ugly like this."
Although his big palms were separated by fabric, Ji Wanrong could actually feel the warmth of his palms, and felt his hands going all the way down to hold her ankle with one hand.
The warmth in the man's palm made Ji Wanrong tremble all over, and he suddenly wanted to retract his legs.
Unexpectedly, Mo Jiecheng held her ankle tightly.
The huge force made Ji Wanrong realize that her legs were in his hands and could not move. Mo Jiecheng slowly took off her footwear.
"Wash my feet as long as you want, don't do anything weird!"
Ji Wanrong felt Mo Jiecheng's eyes on her feet, frowned, stretched out her other foot and kicked Mo Jiecheng's chest.
"Isn't this serving you?"
Mo Jiecheng had been on the battlefield for a long time, and his reaction speed was much faster than hers. He immediately grabbed her other leg that was preparing to cause trouble.
He grabbed Ji Wanrong's ankles with both hands and pulled Ji Wanrong towards him.
Ji Wanrong almost ran into his arms, her nose was filled with the smell of his fir trees. Her whole body softened, and she hurriedly stretched out her hand to press against Mo Jiecheng's hard chest.
But Mo Jiecheng lowered his eyes slowly, and then took off her other footwear.
Her feet were white, the same color as her neck, and looked particularly petite in his palms. Her ankles exposed from the hem of her skirt were slender, and her skin was like gelatin.
"It's quite cute." He slowly raised his eyes and smiled at Ji Wanrong, his voice becoming much deeper.
Ji Wanrong felt the gaze of the man in front of her and looked at his vague smile. She felt that he was possessed by a ghost, and her eyebrows rose.
Seeing that the woman in front of him was about to break away again, Mo Jiecheng relaxed his grip slightly, squatted down, and forcefully guided her feet into the wooden basin filled with hot water.
Ji Wanrong was startled. Just as he was about to pull his feet back, he felt a warmth wrap around his toes.
Ji Wanrong breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his back, and took a long, comfortable breath.
The steam was steaming, and Mo Jiecheng's massage technique made her whole body warm and soft, and the fair skin on her neck oozed a pink mist-like red color.
Mo Jiecheng's service was considerate, and Chongzhou was right. If he lost his position as a prince, he would be able to make money by opening a foot bath shop.
Ji Wanrong narrowed his eyes and heard Mo Jiecheng's gloomy voice: "What are you thinking about? If you tell anyone about me pressing your feet, be careful of me..."
Mo Jiecheng thought for a long time, but before he could think of any harsh words, he saw Ji Wanrong come to his senses and blink at him.
"I'm thinking about the eldest princess's second daughter, Princess Virgin. Do you know what illness Princess Virgin has?"
The Virgin Princess almost never shows up and only lives in the conversations of others. No one in the capital has even seen her.
This is a bit too weird.
Hearing Ji Wanrong suddenly mention this matter, Mo Jiecheng was obviously a little surprised. He frowned and avoided mentioning the matter: "What? I am in front of you, but you suddenly think of other people? "
Ji Wanrong stared at Mo Jiecheng's expression, but it was obvious that he knew about it but didn't say anything.
Ji Wanrong bent down and slowly brought his head close to Mo Jiecheng's face: "Do you know something?"
"Since she didn't tell you, this is not something you should know."
After Mo Jiecheng said this, the force of squeezing his feet suddenly increased, so hard that Ji Wanrong hissed and frowned.
Her feet were most afraid of pain. Feeling the pain in the soles of her feet, she couldn't bear it and pulled out her feet, trying to break away from his big hand.
"If you don't tell me, you won't tell me. It hurts so much when you press your feet. What does that mean?"
Mo Jiecheng looked at Ji Wanrong's frown, raised the corners of his mouth, and secretly increased his strength to prevent her from leaving.
Ji Wanrong gritted his teeth and fluttered suddenly, his soap-coated feet slipped, and the water in the basin splashed all over Mo Jiecheng's face.
Ji Wanrong froze. He raised his head stiffly and saw Mo Jiecheng's handsome face as dark as ink.
Water droplets slid down his cheeks and gathered on his chin, soaking the entire collar. There was even a flower petal on his black temples.
"Ji! Wan! Rong!!" Mo Jiecheng suddenly stood up, his whole body filled with evil energy like Yama in hell.
Seeing Ji Wanrong's goosebumps stand up, she hurriedly pulled her feet back.
"Accidentally! I didn't mean it! Of course, you are also at fault for this!"
"According to our previous bet, you should drink the foot-washing water. I was spared by Concubine Hua because of your look in your eyes. But now there are only two of us. You won't go back on your word and deny it, right?"
As Ji Wanrong said, Mo Jiecheng laughed coldly: "Yes, it's nothing!"
"Isn't it just foot-washing water? I drink it!"
"If I drink it, what will happen to you for humiliating me just now?!"
Ji Wanrong looked at him with wide eyes. This man was really mad!
Just said this.
