And his gentleness that makes people unable to help but be intoxicated was only born for Jiang Nanyan.
"What?" Mi Luo asked dazedly.
She was so drunk on his boredom that she no longer cared whether she was someone else's substitute.
"Did I hurt you last night?" Huangfulian said, glancing at the quilt that still bore traces of her first night.
Mi Luo's face felt hot when he asked him. He stared at the quilt in his hand, not daring to look at Huangfulian's face at all.[
"It's okay...it hurt a little at first...but then it stopped hurting..." Mi Luo whispered, her face so hot that it seemed like smoke was coming out.
Although Huangfulian's question made her so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and crawl in. Even Huangfulian had changed her self-identity without realizing it.
But the concern in Huangfulian's tone made Mi Luo very happy.
She knew that Huangfulian's tenderness did not belong to her.
His eyes were looking at himself, but what he was thinking about was another woman.
Despite this, Mi Luo was still very happy.
However, she was happy, but Huangfulian didn't dare to raise her head. She just lowered her head and kept shaking her head.
Her answer did not reassure Huangfulian.
He frowned and looked at Mi Luo, who was huddled in the quilt.
After a while, He Ning said solemnly, "Come out and let me see if I have hurt you..."