Chapter 79: Was he the one who hugged her to bed? Part 2
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Chapter 79: Was he the one who carried her to bed? (2)
Was he the one who carried her to bed? (2)
If she hadn't written that seductive sentence first, she would have thought he was a slut, but would a slut write such beautiful words? Even though it was just a short sentence,
But through this word, she could faintly see a natural majesty. She thought he must be a person of status, and only a person of status could write such words.
But no matter how noble his status is, can he stand up to that tyrant? Whenever she thinks of him, she will be itchy with hatred. When she sees him, she wishes she could go forward and bite him severely.
One bite.
Don't think about that tyrant anymore. Thinking about him will only make her lose her appetite. She pressed the rice paper tightly to her chest and suddenly let out a nervous laugh. He did exist. She
She thought it was an hallucination caused by her nervousness, but now the sentence in her hand has proved that he really exists.
When Ming Xiaochen wrote that sentence last night, she already felt that she was very bold. She was still worried that if he saw it, he would think that she was a slut, but she didn't expect that his reply would be even more hot and bold.
She couldn't help but feel her heart beat red when she saw it.
With her cheeks flushed, she lay the rice paper flat on the table again.
Above are the words she wrote: Are you a human, a ghost, or a demon, or is all this just a reflection of the witchy rain in the middle of the night during puberty?
The following is what he wrote: Does it matter whether it is a human, a ghost, or a demon? The flowers are rising and falling in spring, and we invite Wushan to have a lingering love. Is it still unknown?
Oh my God, they invited Wu Shan to have a romantic relationship together, and he didn't even want to say who he was, so he extended such an invitation to her. She should have felt shameful, but deep down in her heart, she felt a sense of expectation.
How could she have such an idea? Although she is an abandoned concubine now, she is still the emperor's servant. If she has not left the palace for a day, she has no freedom. Can she do such an embarrassing thing with others?
But then again, she is not willing to marry him, and he has already relegated her to the cold palace. Is it possible that she has to stay a widow for him for the rest of her life? She is from the 21st century, why?
How can one have such pedantic thoughts?
However, she thought of something, and her face turned red again, like drunken rouge, leading to reverie.
