The carriage drove slowly, and when Dugu Rong heard Jin Moran calling her softly, she had already arrived at the palace. At this moment, her eyes were still a little blurred, and she showed a charming smile: "Ran, you...
…are you tired?”
When she sat up, she found that she had been resting on his legs.
Obviously, Jin Moran's legs were always pressing on her, and she couldn't help but smile shyly: "I won't do it next time..."
"It doesn't matter, it seems good for me, a grown man, to press down on my wife." He raised his eyebrows slightly, but with an evil smile: "If my wife likes it, how about pressing her back at night?"
These words made Dugu Rong blush again: "You are the scoundrel!"
"How can a husband be such a scoundrel? A husband only behaves like this in front of his wife!"
"..."
"Okay, it's time to get off the car!" Looking at her embarrassing look, Jin Moran didn't continue teasing her, but he was thinking in his heart, how to spend the evening?