Translator: Pika

  Zu An was stupefied when he felt something soft against his back. This girl was really going for broke here!

  “Xiao Tuo, what are you doing?” He could clearly feel the smoothness of her bare skin on his own.

  Xiao Tuo bit her red lip, her cheeks burning up. Why did this stupid king have to pretend as though he didn’t know? But she couldn’t just stay silent, so she forced herself to say, “I… I am massaging my king.”


  Zu An had a strange look on his..