Xiao Jue x Pei Jinzhi
A woman disguises herself as a man and pretends to be a prince
The prince Xiao Jue, who was disguised as a man, was summoned to Beijing that night and was poisoned by a gangster.
In order to prevent her daughter from being exposed, she could only find a "detoxification" tool.
Who would have thought that the passerby caught by chance was actually a powerful prime minister...
The romantic relationship broke up in one fell swoop, and she didn't think they would ever meet again in the future.
But then strange things started to happen——
Xiao Jue's menstruation was irregular, and Pei Jinzhi was also suffering on the bed.
Xiao Jue was acclimatized, and Pei Jinzhi had difficulty swallowing the delicious food in front of him all day long.
Xiao Jue was imprisoned and was about to be severely punished privately. Pei Jinzhi came with people to protect her.
"Who dares to touch the Eighth Prince without my order?"
Just when he thought he understood Xiao Jue well enough to accept that he and a vulgar man could share feelings, Pei Jinzhi discovered Xiao Jue's other secrets...
"You are actually a girl?!"
"Tell me, what secrets are you hiding from me?"
Xiao Jue: There are so many secrets hidden from you...
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One day, Xiao Jue was sore all over again due to Guishui, and he lay on the bed frowning and trembling.
Before dawn, someone said he was coming to visit her, but in reality he went straight to her bed.
In a daze, she felt a pair of big hands reaching into her quilt, rubbing her cold belly little by little.
The colic from the stew was slightly relieved. Xiao Jue subconsciously leaned over, but was blocked by a wall of flesh again.
"Xiao Jue, don't push yourself too far."
"If you hadn't insisted on eating Sushan yesterday, you wouldn't have suffered so much today."
"Did you know..."
The complaining words were broken, and instead, a small hand wrapped around his big hand.
She was bold and deliberately grabbed his hand and let it be manipulated.
At the soft touch from his fingertips, Pei Jinzhi couldn't help but glance at the person in his arms.
She looked at him with a sly smile, her lips full of teasing:
"Prime Minister Pei, I don't feel well."
"The same goes for my lower back. If you are free, would you like to press it for me?"
The tone is shameless! But why couldn't he refuse this little bastard's teasing...
His movements were faster than his consciousness, and when he came to his senses, he was already willing to massage her shoulders.
What should we do about this?
Intention: Everyone does his duty, everyone gets what he deserves
