The domestic guard is a little sweet

Chapter 5

"No need, just back off." Zhao Jin waved lightly.

From just now, Zhao Jin stood with his arms open like a puppet, and now he finally couldn't help but tremble all over his body. It really is the evil feudal society. He is a modern chick. Except for being in the hospital when he was a baby, But I've never seen so many people barefoot.

The faces of the four servants turned pale, and they knelt on the ground with a thud, their voices trembling: "Your Highness, calm down, slaves deserve to die, please forgive me."

Seeing the young lady kneeling on the ground, Zhao Jin's forehead twitched, and then he found out the memory. so afraid of him.

Zhao Jin couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly, waved his hands, and said in a flat voice: "It's nothing, you don't need to be punished, you can go down."

Several maidservants breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly kowtowed: "Yes!"

After finishing talking, they put down all their belongings, and left slowly without making a sound. Zhao Jin let out a long sigh of relief, tore off his inner clothes, and stepped into the warm pool water.

The maidservants were glad in their hearts, but after they walked out of the door, they surrounded Hong Fei worriedly, chirping and saying: "Sister Hong Fei, the prince has caught the wind and cold, and now he is alone, and there is no one to wait for him in the warm pool, what should we do?" .”

Although the maids didn't say it clearly, the meaning was clear. Wang Ye is now weak. If he gets dizzy after soaking for a long time, and if he bumps into it, he will lose his head at any time.

After all, Hong Fei is the chief maid of the palace. She works steadily and meticulously, and has her own plans in mind. She recruited a little girl beside her, and after whispering a few words in her ear, the little girl's eyes were sour, but Still walking quickly towards the small courtyard, everyone left slowly.

Zhao Jin leaned against the wall of the warm white jade pool, letting the hot water wash over him, squinting his beautiful phoenix eyes comfortably.

"Only for one person, the ten-meter supreme big pool, it's so cool!"

Traveling through and being frightened again, Zhao Jin was inevitably tired and leaned against the warm pool, the dense heat made him feel a little dizzy.

This body was already weak and weak, and after soaking in a hot bath, it was even weaker now, as if it was being rowed slowly through the water in a pool.

At this moment, a black shadow pierced the dark corner of the bathroom, swept across the pool, picked up Zhao Jin and jumped towards the shore.

The person who came was An Twelve, and he put his right hand against Zhao Jin's back, slowly channeling his internal energy.

Zhao Jin only felt the warm current from the vest slowly passing by, and only felt his throat itching.

"Cough! Cough!"

Zhao Jin regained consciousness, and only then could he see the person in front of him clearly, with broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs, he was definitely An Twelve.

Zhao Jin was leaning on the opponent's chest at this moment, his muscles were thick and strong, and his heart was beating vigorously under his back.

"Ahem, it's all right."

After confirming that Zhao Jin was fully awake, An Shier knelt down on one knee in front of Zhao Jin.

"Dark Twelve, I have seen the master!"

After snatching some water, Zhao Jin became sober now, and then he noticed Dark Twelve, who was only wearing black tulle, with long hair hanging like a waterfall. In the beating of the fire, it is faintly visible, it is really a very cool attire.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Zhao Jin nearly choked himself to death with a mouthful of saliva, and kept bending over to cough.

Tulle is worn by bed servants in the palace.

The tough and macho man put on tulle, with two slender and powerful thighs under the black shirt.

Stop it, and then it will be harmonious.