Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

Very well, that's what she wanted.

The smile on Shui Ningyan's lips faded away, and she looked at Helan Mosu, "How can the concubine be able to get the crown prince to comb the concubine's hair with his own hands."

Although Shuining spoke humbly on the cigarette holder, there was no hint of shame in her eyes, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Helan Mo Su raised his lips and smiled, and looked at Shui Ningyan with bright eyes, "There are folklore, one of the most interesting things about husband and wife in the boudoir is that the husband combs the wife's hair every day, in order to grow old together."

When Shui Ningyan heard the words, she raised her brows slightly, looked at Helan Mosu with sarcasm hidden in her eyes, but still smiled lightly, and asked back: "The prince said so, does he want to grow old with his concubine?"

"Why not?" He Lanmo Su stepped forward to wrap his arms around Shui Ningyan's slender waist, his gaze was directed at her, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and the smile on his lips grew stronger.

Shui Ningyan was finally not used to a man who was still unfamiliar to her being so close to her, her body froze slightly, standing there hesitating whether to push him away.

He is her husband, this little intimacy should be taken for granted in the eyes of outsiders, but she herself feels a little uncomfortable...

Unable to stop Shui Ningyan from thinking too much, Helan Mosu turned her body around and pressed her back against her.

Shui Ningyan frowned slightly, and immediately reached out to push him away.

Unexpectedly, he got up suddenly, and glanced at her lightly with his narrow and ecstatic peach blossom eyes, the strong smile just now was gone, as if everything was just her illusion.

Shui Ningyan lay stiffly on the bed, feeling that the position around her had sunk, and knew that Helan Mosu was already lying beside her.

"Ningyan." He suddenly called her in a low voice.

Shui Ningyan raised her head to look at him, forced herself to look calm, and her pair of clear eyes met Helan Mosu's eyes beside her.

"The prince has something to say?"

"It's late at night, why don't we take this opportunity to do something?" Helan Mosu originally just wanted to call her and didn't have any thoughts, but after seeing Shui Ningyan's fearless eyes, his stubborn heart gradually rise.

Shui Ningyan frowned lightly, "The prince has been busy all day, and he should take a good rest."

Helan Mo Su didn't lose his enthusiasm because of Shui Ningyan's cold words, and the smile in his eyes was even bigger.

"I'm not very tired yet, I can... move around."

Warm breath faintly brushed by her ear, Helan Mo Su slightly turned her head to Shui Ningyan's side, and whispered words in her ear with thin lips, like a lover's murmur.

Shui Ningyan froze, a flash of anger flashed in her eyes, she shrank to the side, keeping a certain distance from Helan Mosu, then raised her eyes to look at him: "Prince, if you insist on doing this , I am afraid it will not be worth the loss.”

Shui Ningyan's tone was a bit cold, her red lips were tightly pressed, exuding a seductive luster under the candlelight.

Three thousand blue threads were scattered on the embroidered pillow, and the red underclothes added to her body made her look indescribably charming.

Even so, even a fool could see this beauty's dissatisfaction at the moment.

Helan Mo Su smiled lowly, "It turns out that someone as gentle as Aifei will also get angry sometimes?"

He didn't care about the water condensation smoke in the first place, he just did it just to test her bottom line.

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