The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"Wh, what's the problem?" After trying several times, she couldn't get the comb from Cheng Wuyi's hand, so Jiang Nanyan had to give up, and sat obediently at Cheng Wuyi's mercy.

"Just do you and the emperor have that?" Cheng Wuyi said, suddenly stopped his hands, leaned into Jiang Nanyan's ear, and asked mysteriously, "How is it? The month you've been back , did the emperor treat you carelessly?"

Never being asked such a direct question before, Jiang Nanyan blushed with embarrassment and didn't know what to answer.

Along the way, Huang Fulian had a lot of hands and feet with her.

If it wasn't for the interruption every time, they would have already...[

Thinking of those hot touches, Jiang Nanyan's face turned red as if it was going to burn, and it was hot for a while.

Seeing her like this, Cheng Wuyi immediately smiled happily, "There must be, right! The emperor must have set his hands on you, right? How about it, did he press you on the bed, this and that? Did he? Do you have?"

Cheng Wuyi became more and more excited as he talked, and finally stopped what he was doing, sat down, looked at Jiang Nanyan expectantly, and waited for her answer.

How could Jiang Nanyan be able to answer this kind of question that was so embarrassing that she wanted to hide herself and not come out to meet people.