The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Jiang Nanyan blushed, didn't know how to answer, but quietly snuggled into her arms, absorbing his breath, his body temperature, his heartbeat...

The garden was quiet and silent, and the air was icy cold. Leaning in Huangfulian's arms, Jiang Nanyan felt warm and sweet in her heart.

She is really lucky to meet such a good man as Huang Fulian and such a beautiful life

Everything in front of me is as beautiful as in a dream.

I don't know why, everything in front of me is obviously so beautiful, but Jiang Nanyan's mood hangs faintly, unable to settle down. [

There seemed to be some invisible bomb buried in the bottom of her heart, which was slowly activated according to the beating frequency of her pulse...

The thumping made her restless, her eyelids twitched, and she always felt an ominous feeling shrouded in her atonement.

Will it be...

After waking up tomorrow, all this is just a dream?

There is no Huangfulian, no wedding, and no Duguo...

And she is still that bitter little librarian...

Thinking of this, Jiang Nanyan shuddered involuntarily, feeling that the temperature of the blood in her whole body dropped several times at that moment, and her body trembled slightly.

"Will it be cold?" At the same time as the deep voice rang in her ears, Huangfu Lian's arms slowly tightened, taking her into her embrace, widening her palms, and even clasping her little hands into her palms, The body temperature warmed her until Jiang Nanyan's hands were no longer cold and warmed up, and her body gradually stopped shaking.