The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Her mind couldn't think at all, and she began to be afraid.

Afraid that Huangfulian would take her desperately just like last night...

"Yan'er, relax, don't be afraid, this king will not hurt you." Feeling her stiffness, Huang Fulian stopped the movements of her hands, leaned against her ear, and murmured hoarsely.

Huangfulian's voice was full of temptation.

Strangely, Mi Luo gradually relaxed, no longer as nervous and afraid as before. [

"It still hurts?" Huangfu Lian pressed her forehead and asked in a low voice.

He wanted to bury her in the flower path immediately and gallop freely, but considering that she was frightened by him last night, he restrained himself hard and waited for her to get ready for him.

He wants to give his most beloved Yan'er the most perfect body.

"It's already... no... it won't hurt anymore..." The sweat on his forehead slowly slid across her red cheeks and sank into the pillow along the foreheads they pressed together.

Mi Luo looked at him in bewilderment, twisting unconsciously, rubbing against his strong chest with delicate plumpness.

Xiahou Fengli's bright eyes stared at her tightly, while caressing her, he parted her soft and moist petals, and rubbed her constantly with huge scorching heat.

"That... that... is..." Mi Luo panted in panic, his whole body stiffened again.

She remembered that last night, Huang Fulian used his one to toss her to death, passed out several times, completely unconscious...