“No… no, the child can’t stand the intensity of running around.” Mo Qinger’s small hand tugged at his shirt.
“Then be a little obedient to the palace and dress like a carriage?”
Not to mention getting cold, it’s just that this dress is shown to other men, he wants to kill.
Fortunately, these are his people, knowing what to see and what not to see.
“I… I was in a hurry. Why did the child cry, Prince.” Mo Qinger asked him staring nervously at him.
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...