Rebirth of turning waste into treasure

Jing never knew that the man standing at the top of the Yao clan, the monarch with countless halos of glory on his head, would be such a rogue existence.

Don't bully underage cubs like this... Although people like them have always matured earlier than other civilian cubs, after all, the level of education and training they have come into contact with is a level higher.

He just lost his temper after drinking, accidentally sprained his foot, and kissed the other party's lower lip. Is it necessary to chase after him like this? Although the other party's status is a bit higher, he is also a female anyway. It's too cheap.

"Apologize." The other party looked at Jing coldly, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The young man glanced at the man's face with a guilty conscience. The bloodstains on his lower lip were still very clear, which added a bit of color to his thin lips. His stern chin was retracted, and his eyes were as sharp as eagles.

He decided to turn around and beat up those dog-meat friends who went shopping for his wine, to relieve the hatred in his heart!Jing took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said in a gentle and polite tone, "My lord, I'm sorry for being frivolous to you... oh no, I'm disrespectful to you, and I hope you will be generous. I'm asking for your forgiveness."

The other party squinted, stepped forward, looked down at the bent boy, and remained silent for a while.

Jing kept the smooth lines of her waist, stood there with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, screaming in her heart, you should say something!

The waist is about to break.

"Underage." A cold voice sounded, and the other party's breath even passed his ears.

Jing tilted her head slightly with some discomfort, and raised her eyes to look at the monarch in confusion.

"That's why you're not considered an adult." The other party looked at him solemnly and solemnly.

The monarch's coming-of-age ceremony is scheduled for the beginning of next month.

Nima, can you not pick my typo, it is just a metaphor, thank you...

Jing twitched the corners of her lips, her voice weak, "Please... forgive my inappropriate words..."

The other party nodded slightly, "No problem."

Jing squeezed out a bright and soft smile, took a step back, performed a flawless etiquette again, turned around and stepped away quickly.

Suddenly, the buttocks tightened, and someone pinched the right buttocks.

The boy felt his goosebumps stand up in salute, he twisted his neck and glanced back quietly.

The man stood with his hands hanging down, looked at Jing indifferently, and then calmly looked away.

Jing's heart suddenly surged, and she couldn't pretend by herself, you continue to pretend.

Xu Shi stared at that person too fiercely. After a while, the other person raised his hand and pointed at his lower lip, which was still stained with blood.

"I didn't do it on purpose, and I have apologized." Jing said coldly, her mother and father may have contributed to it, maybe it was just to test the monarch's bottom line, so that his younger brother can make a formal move in the future.

"It hurts." The man said only one word.

Jing gritted her teeth, "You've pinched it back."

"..." The other party paused, and after a while, the voice was flat, "No meat."

I... the young man felt his hands trembling, resisted the urge to punch this man, and smiled slightly, "Is it firm? This is the result of daily training."

The man frowned, "Is there an inspection on weekdays?"

Who would pinch his ass for no reason... Jing secretly complained, and you actually believed it, he maintained a faint smile, humble and polite, "No."

The other party nodded, "I will be responsible for checking on time in the future, you can go."

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving the staring young man in place coolly.

What do you mean.

Jing felt that he might have auditory hallucinations. Does daily training really include exercises such as lifting hips and tightening... What the hell, did he really fool the monarch just now?

The young man who was in a tangle began to pay attention to his buttocks every day, especially the two flaps of flesh. Fortunately, the monarch seemed to have forgotten about this matter. After he performed the coming-of-age ceremony, there was no one in this period of time. See you again.

Maybe it was just a joke, Jing comforted herself.

One month after the coming-of-age ceremony, the man asked him to talk about his life, and by the way, discuss some hard and soft issues somewhere.