The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

"eldest miss. " Feng Er lowered his head and placed the embroidered shoes beside Xia Ling's bed.

The man who looked like an iron tower stood beside Xia Ling's bed. He was as tall as a hill, and his cold figure seemed to completely cover Xia Ling in his shadow.

His waist was broad, and the muscles wrapped in his clothes could be seen through his clothes. One could feel his great explosive power.

After following her carriage for a day, Feng Er's body had a faint smell of sweat.

The smell was not unpleasant, but it made Xia Ling calm down from the goosebumps all over her body.

Xia Ling looked at him from top to bottom, carefully sizing him up.

"Feng Er, you have learned how to massage and straighten bones, right? "

Feng Er's body shook. He quickly looked at Xia Ling and then lowered his face.

"Yes, Miss. . "

"Well, then help me straighten my bones. " Xia Ling did it herself. She took off her stockings and rolled up the bottom of her pants.

Her jade-white feet were exposed on the couch. They were delicate and cute. Her toes were like beautiful seashells, white and pink.

Feng Er took a look. His face was burning. In his heart, he felt that this was a blasphemy to Feng Yan. He did not dare to look at it again.

"Hurry up, are you dragging this out so that Sima Zhao can come in and bump into you to help me straighten my bones? " Xia Ling looked at the + 2 favorability rating on the man's head and confirmed Feng Er's identity once again. Sitting on the couch, she felt even more relaxed.

She checked the mission interface.

Because she had seen Feng Er, the love detector had worked.

As Feng Yan's secret guard, Feng Er's favorability rating to Feng Yan was only 2, and that was just the increase.

Feng Er's secret guard was really honest and dutiful, not even thinking about his own miss.

Xia Ling looked outside and raised her eyes to urge Feng Er once more.

"What are you waiting for? I asked you to help me, so you can help me. Even if you see my feet, I won't let YOU BE RESPONSIBLE! "

Her tone was willful, with a hint of arrogance.

In this world, every person with a high position would raise a few bodyguards. These bodyguards were like their servants, signing a contract to sell their bodies, one generation after another.

The bodyguards would follow their master for their entire life. Only when their master died would they be able to break the contract and live a normal life.

Therefore, Feng Er pursed his thin lips. He endured it for a while. He did not think that Feng Yan was wrong to treat him like this. It was just that he was not in a good mood?

"Yes, master. " He went forward and grabbed Xia Ling's ankle with his large palm. He took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket.

The porcelain bottle contained red medicinal powder.

His rough hand touched the woman's red and swollen ankle. Feng Er could not help but lower his strength.

Even if the woman's ankle was swollen, her ankle was still not big enough for him to hold. It was like a precious item that could be broken with just a slight force.

"It's a little painful. You have to bear with it. " Feng Er looked at Xia Ling.

Xia Ling could feel his movements pause. Then, she met his deep gaze, as if asking if she could bear it.

As if she had been underestimated?

"It's okay. Come as soon as you can, " Xia Ling said calmly.

"I've offended you. " Feng Er lowered his head.

He covered the red powder with his big palm and held Xia Ling's ankle with both hands. He urged his internal energy to cover Xia Ling's ankle.

Red Steam rose from the gaps of his big fingers.

The powder evaporated and melted. At first, it was a little itchy. It was so itchy that it seemed to drill into his bones. The place he held was especially hot, and it was so hot that it seemed to be burning.

Xia Ling gritted her teeth and endured the pain and itchiness, not making a sound.

She did not fight for her reputation.