The little palace maid is timid, she doesn't dare to tell her whole plan, otherwise, if they don't get blown up, they will also reveal the secret without knowing it... It is a heinous crime, the less you know, the less you do. [26nbsp;]
These guards were not targeting the Luohua Palace: in fact, they were quite far away from the Luohua Palace, and they were constantly walking around the entire palace. Shui Lian was very diligent in observing for a long time, and she saw with her own eyes that anyone who left the palace would be treated badly.
Extremely strict inspection.
Shui Lian had no choice but to give up all intention of escaping again, and only ran for the gold medal of "borrowing seeds" to avoid death.
Fortunately, I still have some medicine residue.
Drug dregs!
In the future, she will definitely write a book like "On how women in the harem must nourish themselves with medicine", which will probably sell well throughout the harem...
So, after two days of being honest, she came to the small dark room again.
The door opened with a creak, and the man jumped up like a tiger, grabbed her shoulders, turned his face away from her kiss, and said sternly: "Be honest, otherwise I won't be able to spare you..."
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forget!
It seemed that a certain man's drug had been lifted, and his arms restrained her like iron bands, preventing her from moving at all.
She surrendered obediently, and really didn't resist at all. She was lenient if she confessed, and strict if she resisted. If you don't want to suffer the consequences, just hold back.
But a certain man's arms were hugging her too tightly - Kong Wu was so strong that he looked like a big man full of energy.
Do people who have been obsessed with incense for a few days react like this?
She has no time to delve into it, and she doesn’t understand. Maybe people these days have darkened their minds and know how to fake medicines?
The iron hoop-like hand became tighter and tighter, and she thought her waist would be broken by him like this. The strange thing was that the pain was not very strong, but a warmth slowly rose...
Being passive is always miserable.
How can we turn passivity into initiative?
Her eyes were rolling around.
"Stop playing tricks!"
Could it be that a certain man has night vision? Can he see her expression even in a dark little room?
"If you try any more tricks, I will never forgive you today..."
The strength on the waist tightened, the warmth disappeared, leaving only pain.
She screamed, her arrogance suddenly subsided, and then the hand that held her waist loosened.
She was about to cry: "I... um... let me ask you a question..."