The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Sima Yang didn't open his eyes, his curled eyelashes trembled a few times, and he muttered vaguely: "Maybe... the smell of the wind is really good..."

Stranger, how could the wind have a smell!

Sima Yang moved his lips and muttered in a daze like a dream: "I didn't want to miss you, so I dragged you here willfully..."

There was a heavy shock in my chest, as if someone had hit it hard with a hammer.

Could it be that...Sima Yang has been...[

I blushed and looked away, imitating Sima Yang's movements unnaturally, closing my eyes, and enjoying the feeling of the breeze blowing on my face.

The smell of this wind is really good, with the scent of green grass, and a faint fragrance that makes people blush and heartbeat... Mmm... That's it, go to sleep...

When I woke up, it was already morning, and the golden sunlight shone through the cotton-like clouds, shining on the emerald-green grass, reflecting the silver light, dazzling people's eyes.

Sima Yang sat on the grass with his knees bent, cast by the sun's elongated shadow, which just covered my face, his orange hair was covered with a layer of dazzling white light, like dewdrops on lotus leaves Shining brightly...

I propped myself up on the grass and sat up, the white clothes slid down to my waist following my movements.