The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"No..." Jiang Nanyan sighed in frustration, giving up the idea of ​​sleeping.

Today, she really seems to have taken the wrong medicine...

"Go to bed and sleep." Xiahou Fengli looked at Jiang Nanyan's irritability, with an unpredictable expression.

In the next second, he stretched out his hand, picked her up, walked around the screen, walked to the bed at the back, and gently put her on it.

Then, he also lay down on it. [

Jiang Nanyan looked at him puzzled.

Isn't there a lot of memorials waiting to be reviewed outside?

How could Xiahou Fengli have time to lie here with her?

"You..." Jiang Nanyan opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but was interrupted by Xiahou Fengli.

"Go to sleep, last night, you barely closed your eyes." Xiahou Fengli pressed her head into his arms, and the voice passed through the resonance of the chest cavity and reached her ears.

Jiang Nanyan opened her red lips slightly, wanting to speak, but didn't know what to say, so she had to slowly close them again.

She took a deep breath, rubbed Xiahou Fengli's chest twice, and closed her eyes...

No one speaks anymore.

The room was quiet, except for the steady breathing of the two, there was no sound.

Under the protection of Xiahou Fengli, Jiang Nanyan's chaotic collection finally settled down slowly.

And the sound of firecrackers and playing music that had been noisy for several hours seemed to disappear instantly.

Jiang Nanyan raised her eyes, looked at Xiahou's Adam's apple that was sliding slightly in the wind, and suddenly became a little dazed...