The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

But now it's different.

Huangfulian's kiss was soft and full of emotion, bit by bit, slowly nibbling at her, melting away the fear in her heart, and slowly calming down her mind.

After a long while, Huang Fulian finally had enough of kissing, she backed away slightly, her nose was pressed against Jiang Nanyan's, her warm breath was blowing on her cheeks that were so red that they were about to bleed, her big hand had already let go of hers, and in her Gently stroking the neck.

"Yan'er, do you still have this king in your heart?" Huang Fulian asked in a low voice, gently brushing Jiang Nanyan's collarbone with her fingertips, causing her body to tremble subconsciously.

"I..." Jiang Nanyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she stared at Huangfulian's expectant handsome face in a panic, her expression full of confusion and helplessness. [

She didn't know how to answer Huang Fulian.

She didn't want to lie to Huangfulian.

Maybe in the future, she might fall in love with Huang Fulian.

But now, she really has no way to tell Huang Fulian how she feels now.

Because, even she herself didn't know how she felt about Huang Fulian.

Is it a little more fear, a little more gratitude, or is it mixed with other emotions?

"Forget it, let me pretend that the king didn't ask." Huang Fulian pecked her lips lightly, retreated as if nothing happened, took her hand, opened the door, and walked out.