C21 domestic prostitute

Du Jinse seemed to be looking at the famous painting in front of him, her thoughts floated somewhere else.

He put a hand on her shoulder from behind.

Du Jinse turned her head and saw King Mo who had changed into his usual clothes.

Du Jinse only felt a fine layer of goosebumps rise up on the skin he held tightly.

He looked at Du Jinse, who was in front of him, with a faint smile.

Not only had she changed her clothes, even her makeup and hairstyle had been modified. The person standing before her was indeed 'very coquettish', but her expression was just a little bit worse.

King Mo took a deep breath in enjoyment, "Truly coquettish."

Even the fragrance had become rich and fragrant.

She glanced at King Mo's arm, "King Mo's hand seems to be in the wrong place."

King Mo followed her gaze and naturally saw the subtle changes in her body.

He chuckled, "It can't be, don't tell I, you have followed Prince Qing for so long, you don't even have skin to skin."

"So what if I do? "We were bestowed a marriage by the Emperor, so everything he does is natural. King Mo doesn't feel like he is like this, and that there is something ?"

Du Jinse racked her brain to find a suitable word.

King Mo raised her eyebrows, "You think you are a Princess Qing? "The word 'Princess Qing' means' shame '. I advises you, it would be better to forget about it as soon as possible. It is your fortune that I was willing to touch you."

Du Jinse's lungs were about to explode from the anger, the first part was the truth, while the second part was the thinking of a male cancer.

"Understood."

When King Mo heard it, he sneered and moved his lips close to Du Jinse's ear.

"What should we do? I has found out that she likes you, little thing. "

Du Jinse's face was stern, and said dryly: "Prince, Jin Se is a human."

King Mo's hand that was on Du Jinse's shoulder turned back, stroking the outline of Du Jinse's face.

Du Jinse's skin seemed as though it was on fire. Wherever he touched, everything was on fire.

"Alright, I knows that you are not a thing."

You are the one who isn't trash, your entire family is trash, Du Jinse thought.

"I will bring you to see Prince Rong. Remember, Du Jinse is dead. Just a domestic prostitute raised in the palace. "

Ah?

Du Jinse had once thought of going to the brothel to rest.

It was just a stopgap.

From the scent that Pu Zhu was giving off, she could tell that the perfume they were using wasn't very good.

Not only did she want to avoid the Prince Qing's pursuit, she also wanted to be safe and sound.

She believed that with her skills, it would be easy for her to make highly sought after cosmetics.

Who would have thought that she wouldn't be able to go to the brothel, but would still be treated as a domestic prostitute?

Seeing her thunderstruck look, King Mo felt his mood lighten. His hand slid down to her waist, and he tightened his grip.

"When you see Prince Rong later, act according to his meaning."

Du Jinse resisted, "Can you refuse?"

King Mo sized up Du Jinse from head to toe, "You little heartless, Prince Rong has almost lost all of his reputation because of you, and you're not even willing to see him."

Du Jinse curled her lips, "If I don't meet him, then it would be better for him. When the Prince asks me to meet him, he must be harboring evil intentions."

"You're really smart. Don't dilly-dally. Let's go."

King Mo forced Du Jinse to walk towards the hall.

Du Jinse really couldn't understand what he was thinking.

"You can let your temper run wild, but you need to think clearly whether or not you can bear the consequences."

Seeing that they were almost there, King Mo turned to look at Du Jinse, her face clearly showing that she was unconvinced.

After Du Jinse heard this, she asked, "What does King Mo want me to do?"