The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Why, instead of sleeping on the bed, Jiang Nanyan sat by the bed?

and……

Huang Fulian squinted her eyes, looking at Jiang Nanyan.

Moreover, she looks like she is already at the bedside, propping her head up, and taking a nap all night.

Huangfulian lifted the quilt out of bed, lowered her head and carefully looked at the floor. [

He remembered that when he was in love with Yan'er last night, the teacup in her hand fell to the ground and broke.

Huang Fulian lowered her head and searched carefully, trying to find the broken teacup.

However, he went around the house several times, but he couldn't find any trace of the teacup, let alone any broken pieces of porcelain on the floor.

Huangfulian looked suspicious.

Dragging his heavy body, he walked slowly to the round table and looked at the tea set on the table

On the round table, teapots and teacups were neatly placed, neither one was missing, nor was it turned upside down for drinking water.

Huang Fulian looked at the tea set on the table for a long time, then turned her head to look at Jiang Nanyan who was dozing by the bed.

How is this going?

Could it be that……

Are those hot loves just a dream?

Actually, nothing happened between him and Yan'er?

But if it's a dream, why is the feeling of being tightly wrapped so real?

Until now, he can still clearly remember that he was tightly wrapped by Jiang Nanyan's tenderness... that feeling of extreme ecstasy...