5284. Chapter 5284 The love ending of three people 4
He still surrounded her waist with greed, but picked up a robe to cover her, his voice gentle: "Miaolian, be careful not to get cold."
That gentle hug is more heart-warming than the passion that has just passed.
How many years of accumulation of tenderness and love, how many years of sublimation of mutual support.
"Miaolian, is her body better?"
He was still thinking about the pain of her dysfunction at the time, so he carefully cared for her. Even the imperial doctors he had commanded before the imperial examination, and the extremely precious medicinal materials left by them, asked them to use the best things to completely condition her.
It would be fine if he didn't ask. When she asked, she suddenly remembered - what she was - she was a woman who could never give birth again.
A woman without a uterus.
Not a woman at all.
She was still laughing, but her heart was bleeding.
He just replied softly, saying that everything was fine.
He looked up and down without any suspicion.
Sometimes people are bad at heart, not meat, so they cannot be seen by the naked eye.
She dressed up and moved very quickly, and then brought him clothes.
The casual clothes she took off were still on the ground, with the smell of dust. She picked them up and put them aside, serving him to put on a comfortable and soft new dragon robe. His hair spread out, and she took a comb and slowly combed him.
The man's hair was in his hands, like a steel wire, and it was tied to humans. She combed and massaged his head one by one, and saw pieces of white hair--.
The gray temples made him look even more vicissitudes and elegant, as if he was not an emperor, but a professor, intellectual, and a middle-aged man with many pasts but hard to describe.
However, this will only give his handsomeness a bonus. It is far beyond ordinary young people, a novice face, and experience makes a man's wisdom better in the eyes of women.
Even if he is not an emperor, he still has enough capital to attract women.
She massaged gently, and he closed his eyes, feeling extremely comfortable.
She massaged him for a while before putting away the comb, slowly tied up his hair, and putting on the crown of the emperor. She looked at herself in the mirror. At this time, she was no longer the man who was extremely crazy in the bed. He had one.
He is majestic and unruly. He is the king of the world, and everyone must crawl at his feet.