The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"No, it doesn't hurt..." Mi Luo shook his head lightly, saying something against his will.

She didn't want to make Huang Fulian angry.

His appearance just now was really terrifying, almost frightening her out of her wits.

So now, Mi Luo didn't dare to speak casually at all, fearing that if he said something wrong again, it would cause Huang Fulian's displeasure, and make him show that frozen expression just now again.

"Yan'er... I don't like you lying to this king... This king obviously hurt you, why did you say it didn't hurt?" Huang Fulian said with a straight face. [

He has completely regarded Mi Luo as Jiang Nan Yan.

Swallow?

Mi Luo froze, and it took several seconds for him to react.

Sure enough, Huang Fulian thought of her as Jiang Nanyan.

She smiled wryly in her heart, but on the surface, she didn't let her expression show anything, and she didn't refute Huang Fulian's words, but followed his words.

"No, it's nothing, just a little burning feeling, maybe it was accidentally scratched last night, no, it's not a problem."

"Abrasion?" Huangfu Lian was stunned for a moment, and then realized what she was referring to.

He threw away the silk cloth in his hand, stretched out his hand to pull Mi Luo into his arms, and hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry, my lord was too anxious last night, that's why I hurt you..."

Mi Luo didn't know how to answer, so he could only keep silent and didn't speak.