Chapter 7: Is this king's performance still wonderful?
The woman's body seemed to tremble slightly, and her charming face had an expression of pain and enjoyment.
The hand that was tightly holding the man's waist dropped weakly, and his chest began to rise and fall violently.
The man's sexy thin lips curled up, and then he heard a rough gasp.
His charming eyes closed gently, and his body fell weakly onto the woman's body.
Everything finally returned to peace.[
The ears were also temporarily purified.
"Murong Wan, was my performance just now wonderful?"
Looking again, the man had reached out and pushed the woman aside, and his handsome, god-like face turned towards her.
The toned body covered with sweat beads had bright red marks on it due to the "fierce fighting situation".
After the passion, he became even more coquettish.
Her phoenix eyes are radiant, her thin lips are extremely sexy, and her honey-colored skin glows with a bright luster.
There is a bit of charm in that handsome and shameless face, which is exactly the kind of charm that seduces people.
Jiang Xueya, who was counting on her fingers just now, raised her head, was slightly startled, and then slightly curled her lips.
After scanning a dead man from beginning to end with a pair of sparkling eyes, he said without any trace of shyness, "Your Majesty, they all say that excessive sexual indulgence is harmful to the body. Looking at His Majesty's battles these days, I feel this way.
It really makes sense."
She was halfway through her words, then stopped, blinking and looking at the dead man on the bed.
A certain dead man raised his handsome eyebrows and smiled charmingly.
The slender fingers wrapped around a strand of black hair on the chest, and the voice was hoarse and dark, revealing a bit of seductive sexiness, "Say."
"Why!"
With a sigh, Jiang Xueya showed an angry expression on her face, "The prince's recent battle situation is getting worse and worse."
"Ten days ago, the prince favored his concubine for half an hour."
"Five days ago, it took about a stick of incense for the prince to pamper his concubine. If we only count the actual battle without foreplay, it only took the time of a cup of tea."
"This time, the prince reluctantly lasted for a cup of tea. Excluding the foreplay, there was only a quarter of an hour of actual fighting."
After saying that, she sighed again, shook her head, and said quietly, "From my perspective, if the prince continues to act like this without caring about his body, within a month, he will probably..."