Even if Yuan Hongxi told her not to make any news about the incident last night, Myolie would not mention it to outsiders for the sake of her young lady’s future reputation.
But after all, Muyin stayed away all night, and the marriage between a man and a woman was a certainty.
The cold wind outside blew Yuan Hongxi's gloomy face, and he carried a pleasant fragrance floating in the cold air. Myolie frowned, feeling a little embarrassed. Why did she feel that Prince Xi was not happy?
Probably when Yuan Hongxi opened the door just now, some cool wind poured in, and Muyin was awakened by the cold.
She opened her hazy sleepy eyes, stretched out, and the quilt underneath her body slid down, exposing her smooth skin to the air. She shivered from the cold and shrank back in again.
Damn it, why did I feel like I had been in a battle after sleeping all night, my back hurts, and my legs and feet felt weak? Muyin thumped his waist under the quilt, only to feel severe pain in his lower body, and he couldn't help but feel strange.
At this moment, the door has been closed, and the gray light comes in from the outside, reflecting the dark outline of the house.
Although the furnishings were simple, they revealed a different aura. Muyin's eyes moved to the paintings and calligraphy in the room, and he frowned. This room... belongs to Yuan Hongxi?
Damn it! She woke up suddenly, why was she sleeping in his room? Her hands shook, and she lifted the quilt tremblingly... It belongs to your uncle! This is Yuan Hongxi's bed!
So where did Yuan Hongxi sleep last night? The image of Yuan Hongxi pressing on her flashed through Muyin's mind, and she couldn't help but take another breath!
This must be an illusion!
She was stunned, and it took her a long time to get up from the bed and smell it. There was Yuan Hongxi's delicious smell on the bedclothes.
Gudong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and Muyin trembled and lifted the quilt.
Blood. Shocking blood. Muyin couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. He reached out and touched his lower body. When he touched the viscous liquid, he was shocked and felt strange.
Eh? Why is there still something in vain? This, this! She knows this thing best! Damn it! Muyin almost jumped up from the bed and turned around, but she couldn't find that thing on her body.
Although when she was Jiang Songyu, embarrassing things like this would always happen in the morning, such as having a wet dream.
But it’s very strange! She is Muyin! There is no more [beep, shield]! How come there is still Bai Bai! And... what is that blood about?
Damn it! Could it be Luokui? But... Luokui wasn't in vain in the past. God, what happened!
Suddenly, an idea popped into Muyin's head.
Difficult, could it be that... Yuan Hongxi has already fucked herself... Uh! No! Impossible, how could it be... Muyin took a breath, rolled into the quilt and wailed: "Yuan Hongxi! Have you already fucked me?
ah--"
Until Xing'er came in holding clothes, Muyin was still immersed in the matter of "His uncle, I have been fucked by Yuan Hongxi all night".
"Little Miss..." Myolie couldn't help but feel a little anxious when she saw her poor complexion. She didn't dare to lift the quilt, so she had to put her clothes aside and stood there awkwardly, "It's getting cold, Miss. If you don't put it on, I'll be a little worried."
sick……"
"I won't wear it..." Muyin's eyes were dull and her heart was full of mixed feelings, you said! Although she is a girl now! But...but...wuwuwu! It's your uncle Yuan Hongxi! Why didn't you tell me first if you want to fuck me?
