Unhurriedly, he pulled out the evil hand from the woman's chest.
He pulled the woman's chest, adjusted it casually, and then slowly turned her head.
He said in an arrogant tone with a hint of impatience, "When did you come back?"
"Master, this is..."[
The woman in red glanced sideways at Mu Yanli, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she still snuggled into Duan Hengyu's arms, motionless.
Duan Hengyu lazily stretched out his hand to curl up a strand of her hair and played with it in his hand. He said lightly, "This is my king's princess."
Only then did the woman show a frightened and innocent expression.
He suddenly stood up from Duan Hengyu's arms. As soon as there was any movement, Duan Hengyu pulled him into his arms.
"Master..."
The woman looked at Mu Yanli with a scared and worried look, then lowered her head and looked at Duan Hengyu timidly.
The corners of Duan Hengyu's lips raised slightly, his peach-blossom eyes glanced at Mu Yanli sideways, and he said with a casual and meaningless expression, "There is no need to be polite in front of this king."
"Princess, how come you don't behave at all when you meet this king..."
Mu Yanli smiled instead of being angry, lowered her head, and looked at the "dog man and woman" with indifferent eyes.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his voice was cold and without a trace of emotion, "What you said, husband, is wrong."
"Since the beauty in your husband's arms does not need to salute when she sees me, then if I don't salute my husband, I am just imitating her."
"Besides, I am not only husband and wife to you, but also equal to you in terms of status and status. If I don't salute you, it is not considered a lack of etiquette. But this beauty, I don't know what qualifications I have to talk to you."
Concubine and husband, are you equal?"
Duan Hengyu paused while playing with the hair of the beauty in his arms, then raised his head again, a hint of surprise flashed in his peach blossom eyes.
The words spoken by the woman in front of her were neither rushed nor slow, nor warm nor cold, which perfectly explained her identity.
At the same time, he also secretly mocked him for comparing Karen to them, which was a way of devaluing himself.
On their wedding night, he had discovered how good she was at talking, and now that he had learned her skills again, he became somewhat interested.