The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

If he hadn't just appeared half a year ago and saved herself, she would have been tricked into selling herself in a brothel by a passing man because she was too hungry.

So it's okay.

It doesn't matter even if it is used as a substitute and her innocence is invaded.

As long as he can be good, it is enough for her.

Mi Luo reached out and gently stroked the sweat on Huangfu Lian's forehead, gently pressed his head into his chest, and whispered, "Lian...I won't leave, don't worry Bar……"[

As she spoke, she patted Huang Fulian's back lightly, comforting him like a baby.

Until his tense muscles slowly relaxed, and his breathing gradually became steady...

Milo breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a soft groan in his ear.

The voice was very hoarse, as if it was in extreme pain.

In the next second, Mi Luo felt his waist was tightened violently.

As if wanting to rub her into his body, the force was extremely heavy and ruthless, causing waves of pain in Mi Luo's waist, his brows were tightly knit, and thin traces of sweat ooze from his forehead.

Is it a nightmare?

Mi Luo lowered his head, looked at Huang Fu Lian, who had a tense face and painful expression, reached out his hand, and stroked his sweaty forehead, trying to wake him up.