However, as soon as the hand touched his cheek, it was suddenly grabbed by a hot palm, and the slender wrist was held tightly.
As if she had found her home, the tense expression on Huangfulian's face disappeared, replaced by a sigh of relief and satisfaction.
Huangfulian took her hand and rubbed her cheek while mumbling a person's name indistinctly.
The voice was very vague and quiet, and it was impossible to hear what was being said.
But Mi Luo knew that the name he called was Jiang Nanyan.[
Because just now, when he was lying on his body, rising and falling fiercely, what he was screaming was the name of the woman named Jiang Nanyan...
Looking at Huangfulian, who sometimes frowned and sometimes showed a relieved expression, Mi Luo couldn't help but hate the woman named Jiang Nanyan.
Since you and Prince Huangfu truly love each other, why don’t you even go out of the palace to see him?
Could it be that the splendor and wealth of the Songguo Palace attracted her so much?
Let her leave such a loving man behind...
Thinking that such an affectionate man could be compared to those outside her body, Mi Luo's nose couldn't help but feel a little sore, and her eyes slowly became blurry...
The man in his arms seemed to have dreamed of some scary scene again. All the muscles in his body tightened instantly, and his thin lips let out a painful, animal-like moan...