Luo Jia laughed: "Yes, yes, yes, Zhang Jieyu's skillful beauty is rare in the world. If she hadn't been tolerant and generous, how could I enjoy such a spring night with the beauty? I will definitely reward her..."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
A woman like Zhang Jieyu is the wife that every man really wants to marry. Unlike Fangfei, she only knows how to be jealous and always be so stingy, like a vulgar Hedong lion.
Suddenly, she thought of "Fangfei", and she almost jumped up. The lights inside and outside were brightly lit, and it was almost midnight and she hadn't returned yet. She has always been timid, and the situation has not been good these days, so she didn't know if she was anxious.
What is it like? If she knows it, wouldn’t the world be in chaos again?
He jumped out of bed and hurriedly put on his clothes.
Xiao Lian was slightly surprised: "Your Majesty, are you?..." When she saw Luo Jia dressing, she stopped asking more questions and hurried to serve him to change his clothes, and then said, "Your Majesty, it's late, why don't you let me serve you
rest?"
Luo Jia didn't care about it and shook his head: "Xiao Lian, I'll come again next day. There's something going on today."
Before he finished speaking, he had already walked out.
Zhang Jieyu was originally in the study room on the flanks. She could hear the sound, but she was so smart that she didn't come out, but just stood at the door and quietly watched His Majesty go away in a hurry.
It was not until the door of the Liuli Palace closed that Zhang Jieyu moved her lotus steps and sat down on the imperial chaise longue in the hall. She was soft and covered with a snow-white fox fur to cover the slight coldness of the early summer night.
Get what you want, but so tired.
Xiao Lian came out timidly, her gauze dress was already messy. Her eyes were as charming as silk, her spring was overflowing, and her jade body was bright, like the most seductive fox. Her neck and chest were covered with faint teeth.
Hen. In the past, the emperor had no such a rampant hobby, but Xiao Lian, Zhang Jieyu, thought that at this moment, he wanted to pounce on him and take a bite, let alone a man.
Born to be a beauty, born to be ecstatic.
Because of her fatigue after serving the bed, her body still had a charming feeling, and her voice was timid. When her legs were weak, she knelt down softly: "Empress...someone..."
What does it feel like when two women share a man like this?