He thought that Yang Hua would say such words, but he didn't expect that the moment would come so early!
Looking at Yang Hua's rippling eyes, her delicate lips, and her swaying waist, he wished he could go over and taste Yang Hua's lips right now!
But when he thought of the tall and mighty Emperor Yanjun... he hesitated.
His lips pursed slightly, and he stretched out the toes of his left foot and then retracted them, feeling a war between heaven and man in his heart.
"Hey, what a useless little loser." Yang Hua let out a long sigh, and the fragrance of peony flowers exhaled from her mouth stirred up He Fang's face and continued to spread around.
As time passed, He Fang felt that his whole head was tightly wrapped by the peony fragrance sprayed from Yang Hua's mouth!
And that cry of "little waste" was more meaningful than Diriyah's cry! It disturbed his heart and made the pores on his body stand up.
He didn't know if Yang Hua was using a provoking method to make him do things after being angry that he didn't dare to do before being angry! But he knew that he had to be calm and calm again and not be impulsive.
Impulse is the devil!
Once impulsive, he would not only worry about Di Yanjun coming to him for tea, but also worried about Di Erya taking him to dinner with the Jade Lion...
Just when his thoughts were racing, Yang Hua asked again, "By the way, what does the third princess call you? Little Fangfang?"
"Yes." He Fang responded calmly.
"You are so petty. Are you very small? Why did she call you Xiao Fangfang?" When Yang Hua said the word "small", her eyes quickly dropped!
At this moment, He Fang felt a chill in his crotch!
He knew that Yang Hua was very good at water, and he was afraid that Yang Hua would suddenly do something unimaginable. To be on the safe side, he pulled his second brother back.
Now he can hold it for a long time, so he is not in a hurry, not in a hurry.
But Yang Hua didn't do anything out of the ordinary, she just kept saying, "From now on, I will call you Fang Fang, do you understand?"
"Isn't this not good?" A wry smile appeared at the corner of He Fang's mouth, but his heart was filled with joy.
"What's wrong? Do you think I'm taking advantage of you? Well, I'll call you Fang Fang and you call me Hua Hua, so you'll be mentally balanced, right?" Yang Hua raised the corners of her mouth, with spring waves on her face.
"I don't dare, I don't dare." Although He Fang said this, he screamed in his heart: Huahua, you are so coquettish!
"Then I'll just call you Fangfang. When you find your conscience one day, you can call me Huahua again. I can afford it!" Yang Hua smiled and winked in the direction.
He Fang's heart was full of mixed emotions.
He really didn't expect that Emperor Yanjun's beloved concubine would be such a free-spirited woman! Unbelievable!
And judging from the current situation, Yang Hua is as hungry as a wolf and a tiger. How long has it been since she last touched a man?
Thinking of this, he felt more and more that Di Yanjun was a woman, otherwise Yang Hua would not be like this!
At this moment, he secretly made a plan in his mind. After getting acquainted with Yang Hua, he would inquire about Di Yanjun and see if Di Yanjun was a woman!
At this time, Yang Hua suddenly asked, "Fang Fang, please help me practice calligraphy. My handwriting is too ugly."
"Okay." He Fang responded lightly, feeling secretly happy.
Soon, Yang Hua moved her chair so that it faced the table, then picked up the brush and prepared to write.
He Fang was watching from the side, his eyes on Yang Hua - his hands moving back and forth.
He didn't speak or move.
Yang Hua neither spoke nor picked up a pen to write.
After a moment, Yang Hua frowned and asked, "Fang Fang, will you help me practice calligraphy quickly?"
"Isn't the template right there?" He Fang pointed to the official document he had just written.
"No, I want you to lead me step by step to practice calligraphy. Do you want me to be more detailed?" Yang Hua smiled evilly, and at the same time turned his right wrist, indicating where to put his hand.
He Fang followed suit.
When his hand pressed on Yang Hua's hand, Yang Hua's body trembled violently.
It's like getting an electric shock!
She hasn't been touched by a man for a long time. Although Di Yanjun occasionally touches her, she feels that Emperor Yanjun's touch is no different from that of a palace maid, with no passion at all!
Now being pressed by He Fang's broad palm, she felt that the ancient power in her body was boiling a little bit!
"Empress, what's wrong with you?" He Fang asked calmly.
"What a little fool, can't you see it? My body likes to be touched by you!" Yang Hua said, leaning her face in any direction.
He Fang was shocked. He never thought that Yang Hua could speak so directly! What a water concubine! Watery Yang Hua!
He hurriedly pulled his neck back, fearing that something that shouldn't happen would happen.
"What a coward!" Yang Hua pouted, then turned to look at the rice paper, "Take me to practice calligraphy."
"yes!"
After agreeing, He Fang took Yang Hua's slender hand and started practicing calligraphy.
Every stroke, every pause, is under his control.
He found that Yang Hua didn't exert any effort at all and didn't look like he was studying at all.
Only then did he understand the teacher’s furrowed brows when he was in school, and his eyes that were full of hatred...
Just when his thoughts were wandering, Yang Hua suddenly asked, "Fang Fang, are my hands silky?"
"Silky...very silky." He Fang responded lightly, thinking that Yang Hua was really a flirtatious fox!
"What else do you feel?" Yang Hua asked, her tone soft and enchanting.
"Very delicate...very fragrant...very soft..." He Fang hesitated until he ran out of words.
"Fang Fang, let me ask you, apart from me, have you ever touched the hands of any other woman?" Yang Hua suddenly turned her head and stared into He Fang's eyes, her tone solemn.
"No." He Fang thought of Qingwen, but didn't say anything.
"Hey, what a pitiful little...eunuch." Yang Hua only said this much, and secretly added in her heart: How nice would it be if you were a man?
At the same time, she looked down at He Fang's pants and shook her head in disappointment.
When she turned around, she threw the brush aside and stretched out beautifully!
"It's too difficult. I won't practice anymore. Fang Fang, give me a squeeze on your shoulders." Yang Hua's tone was lazy, and the sound seemed to come from her mouth, or she really wanted to use her nostrils to come out.
What sound does a woman make with her nostrils?
Just thinking about it can make your blood boil!
He Fang took a deep breath and managed to stay calm.
He gently rubbed his hands, stretched forward one inch, and then pulled back two inches. He couldn't get over it for a long time.
"Fang Fang? Are you listening? Or are you waiting for me to invite you?" Yang Hua urged. She was so impatient that she even raised her hand and groped back, planning to put He Fang's hand on her shoulder.