The evil prince, the best concubine

26 Who is it 7
"Well, it's not interesting. Now is the time to repay the kindness of the king."

Jun Moran had a calm and airy look on his face.

Jian Luo frowned, is it okay?

Now?

"Okay, how do you want me to pay it back?"

Well, she still.

Pay back his favor, and from then on, he and she will have nothing to do with each other.

The guy in the province always puts her short.

It was just a word for her in the sedan chair, so she didn't need to pay him back with her life.

Jun Moran looked up at the stars in the sky, and there was an extremely seductive smile on his lips.

He said lightly: "How about a promise with your body?"

His words were very light, very light, as natural as a spring breeze supporting a willow.

Speaking to the night sky, it was more like talking to himself.

Jian Luo's whole body was almost stiff, she slowly raised her eyes, finally suppressed the anger in her chest, and tried her best not to get angry or angry.

But as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she couldn't help it, "Damn, I'd rather die."

She endured, she worked hard to endure.

However, it is tolerable, which is unbearable.

Isn't it just a word, let her make a promise with her body?
Fuck him with your body.

Give him some color, and he even opened a dyeing room.

I want her to give her body, there is no door, no, there is no window.

"Don't worry. It's just a joke. Why take it so seriously."

He lowered his eyes, glanced at her up and down, and said with a smile, "Boy, if you want to make a promise with your body, this king is not rare. Besides, this king doesn't have a habit of breaking sleeves."

Jian Luo's little face immediately turned dark, and now she really wanted to go up and grab his collar, beat him hard, beat him, beat him to death.

The anger in her heart is soaring, Lao Gao, Lao Gao, she thinks that her concentration is quite good, why does she lose her composure frequently in front of this stinky prince?
"Say your name." A deep, slightly magnetic voice broke the anger in her heart, which made her sober up a lot.

"That's what you want to know."

"That's right. That's what the king wants to know, so what?"

The night breeze brought Jun Mo's dyed robes, white clothes, dark night, and indescribably handsome face, giving the originally silent night a touch of beautiful color.

"If I don't say it, so what?" Jian Luo simply imitated his tone and spoke.

It's just that no matter how hard you study, you can't learn the domineering and chic in the words.

Stay up late and send out the daytime
(End of this chapter)