He raised his chin, and his black hair spread out, covering most of his body.
A faint musky scent gradually spread out from the ice coffin.
Anyone who sees this beautiful and crazy scene will feel perverted...
Although the woman in the ice coffin looks like a living person, she is a dead woman after all.[
Such a lofty and arrogant person could actually sink to such a low level.
There were countless beauties in Feng Shang Palace, but he would rather have sex with a dead person than touch those women.
His love is domineering, his love is selfish, his love is perverted, his love is crazy...
Not everyone can bear this kind of love.
Love too much, and this love becomes a heavy burden.
After a while, Yehuang let out a long sigh and looked at the woman in the ice coffin with half-squinted phoenix eyes.
His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and his face was also covered with a layer of bright pink.
"Concubine..."
He moved his lips to the woman's ear and whispered softly.
He heard him smile softly again, moved his face, stretched out his hand to scratch the woman's nose, and said softly, "You are so beautiful today."
"Why don't you say anything? But you are angry. You think I haven't come to see you recently?"
He was talking to himself, with a gentle and affectionate look in his eyes.
"Did you sleep? Alas, your body is getting more and more delicate, and you actually fell asleep like this..."
He shook his head gently, picked up the woman, and said softly, "Don't you take a bath every time after having sex? I will take you to take a bath now, okay?"
Her skin, as white as cream, was covered in bruises and purples.
His fingers lightly brushed over the marks, with a bit of heartache in his eyes, "It seems that I have been a little rude. I will be gentler next time."