"How about it! Can you say that? " Xu Feng looks indifferent.

Dongji can't bear the pressure: "we are Diji's maid!"

Xu Feng stopped his action, pulled the quilt at the head of the bed, covered Dong Ji, and said with a smile, "don't you need to suffer from this long time ago? I asked you, what does your Diji look like? "

Dong Ji had the cover of a quilt, and her tense heart relaxed a little bit: "we don't know what emperor Ji looks like. Our maids are only the lowest rank of emperor Ji's maids, and we can't see emperor Ji at all."

"you'd better be honest!...