Your Highness, be nice

"Why don't you go away?"

Just when Mo Feifei was fascinated, the four cold words interrupted her thoughts.

"Wait...Your Highness."

Murphy smiled charmingly without fear of death, and gradually approached the big bed: "Before that, please have some dessert..."

"Dessert?" Thin lips chewed on the ambiguous and sweet words, and the evil and handsome man jokingly raised the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that His Highness didn't seem to deny it, Mo Feifei felt ecstasy in his heart.

"Your Highness, please enjoy..."

The thin sand fell off, revealing a piece of snow-white skin, and Mo Feifei proudly showed off her devilish figure with bumps and bumps.

There is a lively and fragrant scene in front of my eyes, and the tip of my nose lingers with a feminine fragrance.

His Highness was unmoved, still squinting and looking at it uncertainly.

Out of breath and blushing.

Seeing that His Highness didn't respond, Mo Feifei couldn't help thinking that His Highness was waiting for her to come and serve her...

Little did she know that she had already angered that superior man.

"Your Highness..." With a soft moan, Mo Feifei twisted his dissatisfied body, and was about to step forward...

"what!"

Without mercy, he kicked the peerless beauty in front of him away, His Highness frowned, and wiped his feet with a handkerchief in disgust.

"It's disgusting!"

Three words, mercilessly send her to hell!

"Your Highness, Your Highness, me, don't you know me? I'm Feifei!"

Screaming loudly, Mo Feifei covered his bleeding face in pain, and growled resentfully.

"Who are you, I'm not interested in knowing."

His Highness raised his eyebrows evilly: "However, since you are so kind to prepare desserts for this hall. As a competent Highness, how can you not share the burden with your subordinates? Give you five seconds-get out of here immediately!"

"...Yes." Knowing that he was offended, Mo Feifei went to get the shame-covering tulle in fear...

"boom!"

A dagger was pressed against Murphy's hand, and firmly inserted into the rag.

Murphy raised his head in panic, and heard that demonic voice.

"Who allowed you to wear clothes..."