The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"Then, then you don't have to say it directly!" His breath was so scorching that Jiang Nanyan couldn't help but wince, a thin layer of sweat floated on her flawless white forehead.

Even though the two had been honest with each other countless times, and they almost shot each other several times, but after all, they didn't really... er, do it, Jiang Nanyan was still a little unaccustomed to talking about such private things with Huang Fulian.

She kept avoiding Huangfulian's light kisses, trying to wrestle out of his embrace.

There was no way Huangfulian would let her go, his slender fingers gently scratched her cheeks back and forth, and occasionally brushed across Jiang Nanyan's trembling red lips provocatively, gently rubbing on her lips. pressure.

"Huang, Huangfulian... You, don't be like this..." Jiang Nanyan dodged left and right, but she couldn't avoid Huangfulian no matter what. [

His hand was like a tracker, no matter which way she turned her head, he could hook her chin accurately.

"Poor Yan'er, your face is so red..." Huang Fulian laughed lowly, and finally stopped "molesting" her, turned around in her arms, and let her face herself, "Yan'er, Your recent body, how is it? The wound, will it still hurt>

Jiang Nanyan was stunned for a moment before she realized that what Huang Fulian was referring to was an inexplicably extra wound on her shoulder.