Beauty Ecstasy: Love the slave is too ferocious

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Mi Luo took a deep breath, nodded, and agreed to Huang Fulian's proposal, "Okay, let's get married."

Hearing Mi Luo's affirmative answer, Huang Fulian smiled happily.

He got up, walked around the screen, and walked out the door.

Mi Luo watched Huangfulian's figure disappear behind the screen without knowing why. [

After a while, I saw him coming back with a water basin in his hand.

"Young Master Huangfu?" Mi Luo looked at Huangfu Lian in puzzlement, walked to the bed step by step, put the water basin on the stool beside the bed, grabbed the silk towel inside and wrung it dry.

Then, holding the cloth that was still slightly steaming, she sat down beside the bed.

"Come on, lie down." Huangfu Lian looked at Mi Luo and said, her voice was so soft that water could be squeezed out.

"Young Master Huangfu?" Mi Luo didn't understand what he wanted to do, but obediently hugged the quilt and lay down flat.

In the next moment, Huang Fulian stretched out her hand to lift off the quilt she used to cover her body, bent down, and gently pushed her legs away...

"Young Master Huangfu?!" Mi Luo didn't expect him to make such a sudden movement, he was startled, quickly put his legs together, and quickly hid his body under the quilt again.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Huang Fulian said, reaching out again to pull her quilt.

Mi Luo hugged the quilt even tighter, "Huang, Mr. Huangfu...you...what do you want to do?"

"Does it hurt?" Seeing Mi Luo blushing, Huang Fulian's eyes gradually turned dark.

In his eyes, Mi Luo is now Jiang Nanyan.

And his kind of gentleness that makes people can't help but be intoxicated is only born for Jiang Nanyan.

"What?" Mi Luo asked dazedly.

She was drunk in his tenderness that was enough to kill people, and she no longer cared whether she was someone else's substitute.

"Last night, did this king hurt you?" Huang Fulian said, if there was nothing, she glanced at the bedding that still had traces of her first night.

Mi Luo's face was burned by his question, his eyes were fixed on the quilt in his hand, and he didn't dare to look at Huang Fulian's face at all.

"It's, it's okay... It hurt a little at first... After, it didn't hurt after that..." Mi Luo whispered, his face was so hot that it seemed to be emitting smoke.