Ji Wanrong was shocked by Mo Jiecheng's words. She widened her eyes, looked at Mo Jiecheng who was all wet, and then looked down at the basin of scattered foot-washing water.
Wanting to see that his reason had the upper hand, Ji Wanrong rolled his eyes, and finally did not forget Gong Huo: "Okay, a gentleman has said what he said, and it is hard to follow. If you really drink, we will talk about other things."
Mo Jiecheng's expression suddenly became smug, "You said this! I will certainly fulfill my bet, but for the fact that you just humiliated me, I will also settle the score with you!"
Ji Wanrong crossed his arms and looked at him suspiciously, naturally not believing that he would actually drink the foot-washing water.
Mo Jiecheng snorted proudly, took the handkerchief from Ji Wanrong's hand, wiped his face, and then walked slowly to the footbath.
Then he took out a spoon from his sleeve.
A set of movements is simply flowing.
Ji Wanrong looked at the spoon in his hand and his jaw dropped.
Is this man prepared? What kind of fetish is this?
I saw him slowly walking to the wooden footbasin just now, and then turning on his toes, he turned towards another copper basin.
The copper basin was also half filled with water, with a few saffron stalks floating on it, some wolfberries and red ginseng, and a charcoal fire burning underneath.
The corner of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched, but Mo Jiecheng's voice continued to sound.
"What's floating on top is a medicinal package for soaking your feet. I wanted to wait for the water in the tub to cool down before adding it to the tub. I'm so diligent, but you didn't know you would humiliate me!"
After he said this, he rolled up his sleeves, took a spoonful of the spoon in his hand, and then put it into his mouth: "Look, I can drink the foot-washing water!"
This basin of "foot-washing water" was a basin that had not been used at all just now. It was made of precious medicinal materials and had charcoal fire underneath.
Looking at Mo Jiecheng's expression, she took a spoonful and drank several sips in succession, as if it tasted good. It looked even more delicious than the soup she drank in the evening.
"My king's bet has been fulfilled. What about the insult you just made to me?"
Ji Wanrong ground his back molars.
"What happened just now was just a joke, getting some water on your noble face. You are the famous King Han. How could you blame me for getting some foot washing water on your face? It would not be nice to say it. ,right?"
"Oh? Really?" Mo Jiecheng clearly heard the threat in Ji Wanrong's words.
Seeing Mo Jiecheng gritting his teeth and looking helpless, Ji Wanrong nodded leisurely: "Of course it is, God knows this, you know it, I know it... But don't forget Now, you still have to agree to one condition."
When Ji Wanrong said this, Mo Jiecheng remained silent.
Ji Wanrong saw him walking silently in front of her, puffing out his cheeks, and there was a bit of a smirk hidden in his originally angry eyes.
Ji Wanrong paused slightly and looked at him suspiciously.
Mo Jiecheng pouted, and a powerful jet of water spurted out from his mouth. Ji Wanrong's eyesight went dark.
All he could feel was the warm current, with a powerful explosive force, covering his face.
"Ahhhhh!!" Ji Wanrong almost screamed.
She never thought that this man, Mo Jiecheng, could be so childish and wilted! !
He actually put the soup in his mouth and sprayed it on her face!
Ji Wanrong wiped her eyes with her sleeves and saw him slowly bring his head to her eyes, smiling mischievously.
"The famous Princess Han won't be angry because there is some saliva on her face, right? God knows this, you know it and I know it."
I'm afraid no one would believe such a childish and disgusting thing.
Ji Wanrong stared straight at him who was so close, wiped the water stains on her face, and then wiped it away from his face.
Mo Jiecheng quickly held down Ji Wanrong's evil hands, but the two of them fell uncontrollably onto the soft couch.
The two fell on the gummy, and Mo Jiecheng's heavy body pressed against hers.
Feeling the soft and whirring body underneath him begin to struggle, Mo Jiecheng lowered his eyes and saw Ji Wanrong's wide eyes.
Her eyes and long eyelashes were wet, and her hair on the temples was a little messy.
Looking further down, you can see her neck that has gradually turned pink due to her struggle. The collar under her neck is also messily open at the moment, and almost half of her chest can be seen.
Yingbai's chest was heaving violently because of her master's anger.
With her ice-cold muscles and jade bones, her skin is as thick as gelatin. Once you take one look at it, you will never be able to look away.
Mo Jiecheng's breathing suddenly became heavy.
He raised Ji Wanrong's struggling hands above her head and held them down firmly.
Ji Wanrong felt the heavy weight on his body and gritted his teeth. He didn't know what was going on with this man.
She felt that his eyes were like hooks, and she could clearly feel his every breath and breath on her body. Her breathing was inevitably a little messy, and her body became soft.
The two people were pressed tightly against each other, making the air feel a little hot.
Mo Jiecheng took a deep breath, pinched her slender wrists with both hands, and passed his right hand across her temples, pinched her pointed chin, and rubbed it.
"Huh? The famous one, Princess Han?"
He carefully looked at his Princess Han, looking at her angry appearance, and then his eyes fell on her bright red lips, with a hint of smile in the end of her voice.
Ji Wanrong felt his thoughtful gaze, which was focused on her chin. She felt that her back was a little tight, her body was weak, and it was even difficult to breathe.
She smiled and stared at Mo Jiecheng's tight jawline, then reached out and slowly pushed away Mo Jiecheng's hand that was on her chin.
Then he asked softly: "There are now two Princess Han in King Han's mouth. I don't know who King Han is asking about?"
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, his whole body tensed up.
