The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

When he came in just now, Wu Yu said that Miss Jiang's body might need hot water to clean her body, so she brought extra hot water and a clean sweat towel just in case.

Mo Yong walked in, put down the water and women's clothes, turned and left, and took the empty bowl beside the bed.

Before stepping out, he suddenly thought of something, turned around and asked, "Wang, your hands are not convenient, do you want me to help?"

"No, you don't need to be fussy about such a trivial matter." Huang Fulian glared at Mo Yong.

If you want him to let a man wash his face in front of the woman he loves, it would be better to have his hands crippled. [

Mo Yong knew that he had said something wrong, so he didn't dare to stay any longer, touched his nose and retreated, and thoughtfully closed the door.

Huang Fulian looked away, first picked up the women's clothing placed beside the bed, and asked Jiang Nanyan, "Put on the clothes first, so as not to catch a cold."

"En." Jiang Nanyan nodded, and took the clothes from Huang Fulian's hands.

But the next second, she froze again

She forgot that she doesn't know how to wear the clothes here!

Seeing Jiang Nanyan standing there in a daze, Huang Fulian thought she was being shy, so she turned her back without saying a word.

"Yan'er, I don't want to look at it, you should put on your clothes quickly."

Jiang Nanyan bit her lip, looked at the clothes in her hands, and then at Huang Fulian's back, not knowing what to do.