The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

It wasn't until Huangfulian took off her clothes one by one, bent down, and touched her neck with hot thin lips, rubbed and kissed her carefully, that Mi Luo suddenly came back to his senses, remembering the mission that he was sent here !

She jumped all over in shock, and stretched out her hand to push the man who was oppressing her.

"Huangfu...no, Lian...you get up...your wound...must be treated first..."

"I don't want medicine, I only want you now..." Huang Fulian murmured, her slender palms crawled to Mi Luo's chest, covering her snow-white tenderness, gently kneading and slowly rubbing her infatuatedly.

"Since the day we met, this king has wanted to do this." Huang Fulian said, her big palms slid down inch by inch along the curves of her sides...

Mi Luo, who had never had such an intimate relationship with any man, was so ashamed that he didn't know what to do, and wished he could dig a hole on the spot and bury himself.

"Huang... Lian, don't be like this... You have to put medicine on your hands... and, besides, there are people outside..." Mi Luo struggled, trying to avoid Huangfu Lian's warm kiss, but his body was tight Pressed tightly, unable to move.

Now how to do?

Dr. Wu never told her that Mr. Huangfu would have such a reaction, let alone let her know the way to prevent it!

Mi Luo was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, his heart was jumping up and down, almost jumping out of his throat.