The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

After getting the answer he wanted, Xiahou Fengli stopped asking and turned around to get out of bed.

After he finished dressing himself, he took the clothes and handed them to her.

"Put it on."

Jiang Nanyan looked at the clothes in his hands and was dumbfounded.

wear, put on? [

She can only take off the clothes here, but not put them on!

Xiahou Fengli clearly knew that she didn't know how to wear the clothes here, and even threw a bunch of clothes over here. Could it be that he wanted to see her joke?

Jiang Nanyan came back to her senses, looked at him speechlessly, and didn't reach out to pick up the clothes.

When I took it, I stared at it, not knowing where to start.

In that case, what is she going to do next?

"Aren't you hungry? Put on your clothes." Xia Houfeng stopped in the middle of his words, as if he suddenly remembered something.

Jiang Nanyan didn't know why Xiahou Fengli stopped talking halfway, and stared blankly at him, waiting for his next words.

Xiahou Fengli seemed to be hit on the head by something, his expression was stiff and twitched, and he stood there motionless.

After a few seconds, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Come here." Xiahou Fengli said to Jiang Nanyan who was sitting in the quilt.

"What...what are you going to do..." Jiang Nanyan swallowed, clutched the quilt on her chest, and asked intermittently.

"Put on clothes." Xiahou Fengli frowned and replied.