C172 Enmity

National Duke Zhu was rubbing the medicinal oil on her ankles when he heard her laugh. He frowned and looked at her, "Why does it hurt so much?" You don't know whether to laugh or cry? "

Zhu Zimo was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant. She frowned and said coquettishly, "With father's ointment, even if it hurts to death