It doesn't look like it, but it doesn't look like it... Is this Mu Zhaozhang really Mu Zhaozhang?
As he thought about it, Qiucao's mind suddenly became a little confused.
On this side Qiucao continued to think in a daze, but on the other side, the man behind her was dissatisfied and raised his voice slightly, saying, "What is the queen thinking?"
Qiucao was still stuck in her thoughts. When she heard someone ask this question in her ear, she reflexively replied, "I always feel that Mu Zhaozhen is fake... but he doesn't have a human skin mask on his face..."
The person holding her was slightly shocked, leaned on her shoulder, and asked: "Why does the queen think so?" [
Qiucao continued her conditioned reflex: "Because... I went to see Mu Zi, and he didn't say anything."
The person behind him was slightly shocked, and after a while he said, "Is it because of this?"
Qiucao continued to react conditionedly: "It's not all... I don't know if it's because of the pregnancy. Recently, I often think of Mu Zhaozhen as Muzi. On the contrary, I think of the Muzi who is always silent in prison.
Somewhat weird..."
As Qiucao spoke, she was thinking that next time she goes to the secret passage, she should tear it off to see if there is a human skin mask on that person's face. Otherwise, why would he not speak or look at himself?
Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly felt a damp heat on her neck. Qiucao was stunned for a moment. She turned around and saw the person kissing and nibbling her neck. Then she looked at her coat that had been pulled down to her waist and the extra breast.
With his big palm, he felt the hardness against his buttocks and was speechless.
This person really... is in heat anytime and anywhere... Qiucao's cheeks turned red, and she glanced at the solemn hall that had been deserted for some time. She pushed him and put his hand into her middle coat, rubbing her face, which looked even tighter due to her pregnancy.
The man with plump breasts said, "Mu Zhaozhen, let me go!"