章 1131: My gentle tyrant (9)_1

Fu Shang's face froze.

Was her acting that bad?

Did she not want her face when she laughed like this?

Fu Shang's face looked as if he had just eaten a piece of poop. Ji Rong's laughter became even more unbridled. He almost bent down, his slender fingers covering his stomach. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.

"Your Majesty, are you done laughing?" Fu Shang asked expressionlessly.

Ji Rong coughed twice.

The laughter gradually stopped.

He glanced at Fu min with a half-smile and reached out to hold Fu min's hand, leading her to the Dragon throne.

Fu min was pressed into his arms.

The hall was deathly still, without a single sound.

“..”

Fu Shang's entire body stiffened.

Who knew if this guy would want to kill her in the next second?

After all, this person's claws were caressing the back of her neck. His movements were gentle, but it made her shudder.