"But you just..." Huangfulian looked at the silk cloth she threw on the ground.
"I'm really fine! If you don't believe it, we...we can...one more time to prove it!" In order to prevent Huangfulian from going to Wu Yu, Mi Luo really went out.
"Again?" Huangfulian was stunned for a moment and frowned deeply, "Yan'er, do you really think that this king is that kind of lecherous person? Knowing that you are not feeling well, you still go hard on you?"
"No, no, no! I'm fine! I'm really fine! I can do it!" Mi Luo was really scared to death that Huangfulian was going to find Wu Yu.
She completely abandoned her shyness, shouted, straddled his lap, and eagerly opened his belt.[
"Yan'er... don't be like this. I just don't want to go find Wu Yu." Huangfulian held down Mi Luo's hand as he climbed into her clothes and said.
When Mi Luo heard this, he breathed a long sigh of relief.
But she was still a little worried, so she asked, "Really?"
"Yeah, really." Huangfulian nodded and hugged the woman in his arms tightly.
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In the deep palace, inner courtyard, and study room.
Xia Houfengli sat behind his desk and reviewed the memorial.
Jiang Nanyan was sitting on a small soft couch less than five meters away from him, with some snacks beside him, holding a novel in her hands, and lying there lazily reading.
It was quiet in the study room.
Except for the occasional sound of books being turned, there was no sound.