After venting her desires, she was left alone in the palace.
Jiang Nanyan's body has completely lost all consciousness.
She lay there motionless, her eyes unfocused, staring blankly above at the red gauze tent that was slightly blown by the breeze.
Because of the tug just now, the red gauze tent was already somewhat torn, hanging down weakly, flicking back and forth on her naked body, causing a slight itching feeling...
After a long while, Jiang Nanyan finally moved.[
She blinked, raised her arms, and sat up slowly. She looked at the red gauze wrapped around her body that was covered with traces of Xia Houfengli, and did not move for a long time.
In his mind, he kept replaying what Xia Houfengli had done to him just now.
Every time she played it back, her heart grew colder.
I don't know if it was Jiang Nanyan's illusion, but she suddenly felt that the surroundings suddenly became cold.
Jiang Nanyan endured the pain between her legs and slowly moved her body out of bed.
She picked up a piece of clothing that was not torn from the ground and put it on. With her legs bare, she stepped across the cold floor and came to the window where the wind was constantly pouring in.
There were several rows of guards standing in the courtyard. They all had expressionless faces and held sabers in their hands. They stood there upright, motionless like door gods.
They...must have heard the noise in the house just now.