The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

I was busy in the small operating room, pulling the sheets and helping Sima Yang cover the quilt. I was as busy as a spinning top.Because I was too worried about Sima Yang's wound, I didn't have time to carefully observe the appearance of the operating table. I just vaguely felt that the white operating table was very familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before...

Sima Qing washed her hands, took the fried Mafeisan from the person who ran in from the door, pinched Sima Yang's nose, and poured the bowl of black liquid into Sima Yang's stomach!

Not long after, the drowsy Sima Yang closed his eyes, tilted his head, and passed out!

Hu Xiang and I did not dare to watch the bloody scene of the operation. After preparing everything, we left the operating table and waited outside the drawn white curtain.

Maybe it was because of high mental tension and sudden relaxation, or maybe it was because I was tired all day and my body reached its limit. I leaned on Hu Xiang's shoulder, and my breathing became shallower and shallower. After a while, I fell into a deep sleep With...[

In the dream, the process from knowing Sima Yang to the present, appeared one by one like a marquee

Together with Sima Yang, I went to the store to buy clothes and was regarded as a cosplay member...

Together with Sima Yang, sit on an indoor roller coaster and invite you to travel in space...

Together with Sima Yang, thrown out by the panda breeder...