Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

At the beginning, every time she pressed King Jing, Xiaohua found that she had to exert a lot of force, because his muscles and bones were very tight, which was obviously the result of a long time of tension. She needs to push and knead the tight muscles and bones first, and then she can knead the acupoints slowly.

This time is no different from the past. Xiaohua buried her head and pressed it very seriously.

After pressing it for half an hour, I felt almost right, and Xiaohua began to fish and mix up. No longer press acupoints, no longer massage muscles, but slowly knead them.

King Jing felt the numbness from his spine and tailbone again, and couldn't help trembling a little. Xiaohua thought it hurt to press people, and put her hands a lot more gently, and then her muscles trembled again.

Xiaohua is about to be gentle again. King Jing suddenly half rises on the soft couch. Because he is not prepared for his action, Xiaohua is frightened and falls back.

People didn't hurt, but they heard a "Zi La". Xiaohua's tight upper shirt could no longer withstand her such a big action and burst.

Xiaohua quickly looks down at herself. Fortunately, it's just a crack. There's nothing exposed. She can't see it if she doesn't look carefully. Then he looked up at King Jing and saw his eyes staring at himself.

Xiaohua thinks it's the movement of clothes. King Jing hears it. Her hand is wrapped around her chest and her face is red.

"Er, I've been getting fatter recently, and my clothes and clothes are a little smaller..." before she finished, she covered her face in embarrassment and wanted to find a way to sew it in.

Fushun has been standing nearby. He didn't mention that so many things happened in this moment. He was speechless to see this scene. He thought his highness was angry, but it didn't look like it.

But his reaction was also fast. He hurried forward and pulled the flower from the ground and pushed it.

"Don't go down and change your clothes."

Xiaohua stood up with her waist hooked and her chest covered. She blessed her body, lowered her head and rushed out. She completely forgot the posture of walking in the house.

Fushun was afraid of King Jing's anger and interrupted with a smile: "Hey, life in our house is so good. When the girl first came here, she was as thin as a bean sprout. She must have gained weight these days."

King Jing sat up and asked Fushun to serve him. He put on his shoes and didn't speak.

It's really fat.

He took a silent look at Fushun and went to the front yard in silence.