Beauty Ecstasy: Love the slave is too ferocious

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Jiang Nanyan clenched her fists and secretly cheered herself up.

"Move to your place?" Xia Houfeng narrowed his eyes and looked at her strangely, thinking that there was something wrong with his ears.

Did he hear correctly just now?

Jiang Nanyan, who has always regarded herself as a bacteria, is actually inviting herself? [

What the hell is this woman trying to do?

Seeing that Xiahou Fengli didn't speak, Jiang Nanyan thought that he didn't care about her at all, and quickly said, "Uh... how about changing it to night? You just need to go to my place at night! In the daytime, you can go wherever you want. Zhao Yunxiang's bedroom is also...okay, going to someone else's bedroom is also...okay."

She gritted her teeth and said the next two sentences.

Just imagine, which woman is willing to share her man with others!

She admits that in ancient times, it was not uncommon for several women to have one husband.

However, she is not an ancient person, she is a modern person, so she does not believe in the three wives and four concubines.

Her man, no matter in spirit or body, must completely belong to her!

Otherwise, she would rather not!

As for now, it's just a special case——

She didn't even figure out how Xiahou Fengli felt towards her, so how could she ask him to keep his body like a jade?

Jiang Nanyan took a deep breath, swallowed the uncomfortable feeling in her chest, and squeezed out a smile with all her strength, "Yes, move to my place."

"You can't make love with this prince, what is this prince going to do with you?" Xia Houfeng snorted, his fiery eyes swept over her exquisite body.

"Oh, it's not like there's nothing between us other than doing that." Although she kept scolding the pervert in her heart, Jiang Nanyan continued to maintain a pleasant smile on her face. .

"The prince doesn't know what else to do between us other than 'that matter'." Xia Houfeng especially emphasized the words "that matter", as if to Jiang Nanyan. For him, she is a tool to vent his desire.

Damn man!

If I think about that every day, I might be a fool in the future!