The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Huang Fulian looked at her with burning eyes, but did not speak.

Huang Fulian cherished the hard-won intimacy between the two of them very much, and dared not relax in any way.

He was afraid that if he slacked off, Jiang Nanyan would disappear, and everything in front of him would disappear into nothingness like waking up from a dream.

The boat has been sailing on the canal for ten days, and Mo Yong, who has been in a coma, has also been visited. Every bit of what happened in the past ten days is also deeply imprinted in his mind

Even though she has confirmed that everything in front of her is real and not a dream, Huangfu Lian is still worried that she will suddenly wake up in the next second and find that all this is not reality at all, it is just a false dream. [

and so……

Huang Fulian's deep black eyes flickered slightly, and the hands around Jiang Nanyan's waist slowly tightened.

He leaned slightly, rested his head on Jiang Nanyan's shoulder, rubbed it gently twice, and then said, "Yan'er, what did you think about what the king told you last night?"

"Eh? What happened last night?" Jiang Nanyan's heart skipped a beat, she clearly knew what Huang Fulian was talking about, but she deliberately pretended not to remember, and asked this question.

When the two of them were lying on the bed yesterday, when they were about to rest, Huang Fulian suddenly proposed that she would marry him on this boat.