The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Thinking of this, Huangfu Lian breathed a sigh of relief, shaking her head, "It's nothing."

"Huangfulian, do you have something to hide from me?" Jiang Nanyan asked with a straight face, pretending to be angry.

She had to keep herself normal, so that Huang Fulian wouldn't doubt it.

Huangfulian's eyes froze for a moment, but she immediately returned to normal, and changed the subject, "Don't you want to learn martial arts? Come, let me see your aptitude."

As Huang Fulian said, she stretched out her hand to hug Jiang Nanyan into her arms, and stretched out her hand to pull away her belt. [

"what?"

Do you want to take off your clothes to see if you have the qualifications to practice martial arts?

Jiang Nanyan watched Huangfulian's movements in astonishment, unable to recover.

She just stared at him stupidly, until Huang Fulian stripped herself to only a thin heart coat and a pair of silk trousers, and pressed her into the soft quilt before she came back to her senses.

"Huangfulian, what are you doing?" Jiang Nanyan screamed, embracing herself.

"Of course it's to check to see if this king's queen has the qualifications to practice martial arts." Huang Fulian said as a matter of course, slipping behind Jiang Nanyan with her big and generous palm, untied the belt of her shirt, and then slowly crawled up. Come over, hold the plumpness of her chest, rubbing and teasing her more or less lightly.

"Huangfulian...you, what are you doing? Qiuyan may not have left yet...she will hear..." Jiang Nanyan glanced in the direction of the door in a panic, blushing uncomfortably.