The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

But the faint pain coming from the chest is so obvious, reminding Huang Fulian that all this is reality, not a dream.

The two possibilities kept impacting on Huangfulian, and they were repeatedly held in his mind.

In this case, he really needs something to make sure that he is not dreaming.

Huang Fulian took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and pressed the back of Jiangnanyan's head that was hanging in front of her eyes, and pressed her to her, covering her tightly with a trace of cold thin lips, to demonstrate in practice, what It's called "kiss".

Because of the weakness of her whole body, it is impossible for Huang Fulian to have too much strength. [

There was nothing wild and domineering about this kiss, it was so soft that Jiang Nanyan couldn't resist at all.

She propped her hands, leaning on Huangfulian's chest, tremblingly enduring the shock he brought her, and letting him lick and suck her red lips...

Huang Fulian even put her tongue into Jiang Nanyan's mouth, provoking her tongue and dancing with him.

Jiang Nanyan really didn't expect that Huangfu Lian was so injured that she still had a way to gain control, kissing herself so dizzy that she couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north!

Her movements were too big, she would touch Huangfulian's wound, she didn't dare to move at all, she could only freeze her body there, and obediently let Huangfulian lick and gnaw, sucking non-stop.