Her Highness Doesn’t Want to Work Hard Anymore

Hua Manman handed the copied characters to King Zhao.

Li Ji glanced over, and was instantly taken aback by her ugly handwriting.

He sincerely sighed.

"This king never thought that someone could write such magical characters."

Hua Manman also knows that her handwriting is not very good-looking.

She clutched the hem of her clothes with both hands, and said embarrassingly: "I made the prince laugh."

Li Ji casually threw the stack of papers to the side, and waved at Hua Manman, signaling her to come over.

Hua Manman obediently walked over: "What orders does the lord have..."

Before she finished speaking, King Zhao grabbed her arm and dragged her into his arms.

The other party's action was too sudden, Hua Manman was completely unprepared.

When she realized it, she was already sitting on King Zhao's lap.

This pose is too close.

Hua Manman was terrified and wanted to stand up, but was hugged by King Zhao with one hand.

His big hands clasped her slender waist with an irresistible force, making her unable to stand up.

Li Ji whispered: "Don't move around."

Hua Manman had no choice but to resist the panic in her heart, and asked dryly.

"My lord, what is this going to do?"

Li Ji thought her reaction was very interesting, so he thought of teasing her a little bit.

He raised his right hand, brushed the base of her ear with his fingers, and caressed the skin of her neck carefully. At the same time, he lowered his head and blew gently in her ear, with a low and ambiguous voice.

"What do you think the king wants to do?"

Hua Manman's ears felt tingly and numb, and the place where he rubbed it was extremely itchy.

Her cheeks blushed involuntarily, and she shyly refused.

"My lord, don't be like this. It's not good to be seen."

However, she was screaming crazily in her heart——

Ahhh!

What is King Zhao trying to do?

Could it be that he just wanted to make fun of me because of the color?

I'm just a fifteen-year-old baby, I can't, I can't!

Li Ji laughed out loud when he heard her heartfelt voice.

Hua Manman was dumbfounded.

What is this man laughing at?

He's really weird, moody.

Li Ji smiled enough, and then said: "You are really interesting."

He turned Huamanman in the other direction, letting her back rest against his chest, and then held her right hand from behind.

Under his guidance, Hua Manman picked up the brush on the desk and began to write on the rice paper laid out.

What she wrote was exactly the words that she had copied a hundred times today.

It was only then that Hua Manman realized that King Zhao didn't want to prostitute himself in the daytime, but he wanted to teach her to write by himself.

She was deeply ashamed.

It was her fault that the adulterer saw adultery.

Li Ji let go of her hand, pointed to the blank rice paper next to her, and motioned for her to write it herself.

Hua Manman asked cautiously.

"Can I change my place?"

It feels strange to sit on a man's lap and write something.

Li Ji asked back: "Why do you want to change the place? Don't you think it's uncomfortable to sit on my legs?"

How does Hua Manman answer this?

It seems that no answer is right.

In the end, she could only shut her mouth resentfully, pretending that she hadn't said anything, and wrote honestly.

Li Ji leaned back, looking at the woman's back.

At this moment, she lowered her head, with thin clothes sticking to her back, the beautiful butterfly bone lines were vaguely outlined, her long hair was all tied up, revealing a slender neck as white as snow.

Li Ji has seen many beauties before, including fat, swallows and thin.

But they are not as unique as the woman in front of them.

He raised his right hand, and his cold fingers lightly brushed across the back of her neck.

Hua Manman shook his hand, and the ink in his pen blurred.

The word is ruined.