The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Jiang Nanyan was so frightened that she stopped all her movements and looked at him in fear, "Huangfulian, are you okay? Is the wound open? Do you want me to ask Wu Yu to come over and look for you?"

Jiang Nanyan was very anxious, but didn't know what to do, so she could only freeze there, looking at Huangfulian anxiously.

"No need!" Huangfulian endured the pain, and gave her a weak smile, "I'm fine."

"But your face has turned pale! You've also sweated so much!" Jiang Nanyan shook her hands, wiping the sweat from Huangfulian's forehead.

"I'm really fine." Huang Fulian said, let go of Jiang Nanyan's wrist, came to her cheek again, caressed her pale and tender cheek, and scraped slowly with her fingertips, a little bit from the pink cheek. It moved little by little, and slowly slid onto her red lips. In the deep and boundless black pupils, several bright flames danced. [

His movements made Jiang Nanyan tremble uncontrollably, every cell in her body trembled.

She blushed unreasonably.

However, now is not the time to be shy.

Jiang Nanyan was very worried whether Huangfulian's wound would really open.

She didn't dare to move, she could only freeze there, looking at Huang Fulian, and spoke nervously.

"Huangfulian, don't be brave, if it hurts, just say it."

"Mmm." Huang Fulian closed her eyes, and followed Jiang Nanyan's words, "It hurts."