The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"If you have anything to say, just say it." Jiang Nanyan said with her eyebrows down.

She stammered, her face was so red that she could bleed, she turned her face away, not daring to look at Huang Fulian at all.

Huangfulian laughed silently, enduring the pain in her chest, and raised her hand with great effort, caressing Jiangnanyan's hot red cheeks, and gently scraping back and forth on her tightly biting lips with her fingertips .

Occasionally, for Jiang Nanyan, she gently hooked her pink hair behind her ears.

Jiang Nanyan couldn't care less about being shy anymore, she quickly lowered her head again and moved a little closer, lest Huang Fulian's excessive movements would pull the wound and cause the wound on his chest to open. [

The two of them were almost nose to nose, so close that Jiang Nanyan could feel Huang Fulian's breath spraying hotly on her face.

The sound of his breathing was a little weak, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, which made Jiang Nanyan very worried.

She bent down, hanging in front of Huangfulian's eyes, not daring to move.

"You, what do you have to say, tell me quickly." Jiang Nanyan bit her lip and said with a blushing face.

Huang Fulian didn't speak, but just stared at her fixedly, and the movements of his hands were also unusually gentle.

That touch, a light touch with almost no strength, in such a close distance between the two of them, it seemed extraordinarily intimate.