The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

I bit my lip, my heart was full of mixed emotions, and I was in a mess. I pushed Sima Yang away vigorously, shook my head, and stomped my feet: "Don't laugh! Sima Yang! Don't laugh! You don't have this at all!" Natives of literary cells, stop your stupid smile!"

Sima Yang smiled again, "Ahem! I'm sorry, I just choked on my saliva."

Choked on saliva? !Is he insulting my IQ?Ah, I'm so mad, I'm so mad!

I stomped my feet fiercely, turned my head to the side heavily, and my cheeks on both sides were puffed up: "Hmph!"

Sima Yang froze for a moment, then suddenly brought his face close to mine and looked up at me, his dexterous eyelashes fluttered and fluttered: "Are you angry?" [

hypocrisy!

The corners of my eyes slanted fifteen degrees, and I shook my head again, flinging domineeringly to the other side: "Hmph!"

"Are you really angry?" Sima Yang's face followed step by step, and a sly light flashed in his slightly curved clear eyes.He sighed regretfully, and murmured: "What a pity, I wanted to tell Miss Eyue what the Cowherd and Weaver Girl said!"

Cowherd and Weaver Girl?Did he really hear it?I really want to know what the Cowherd and Weaver Girl who meet once a year say!

I couldn't help squinting my eyes, looking at Sima Yang peepingly, with a suspicious look on my face.