I am the only concubine: the dragon concubine plays the kings

Chapter 466
Of course, the flower girl's mouth should be tight as it should be.

"Princess, packed up..."

Seeing Huarong's swollen lips, the flower girl in red was embarrassed to look up at her.

"Well, you have to forget what you saw yesterday, you know?"

"Know!"

Er Xiaotong replied in a low voice, as a flower girl, he must be loyal to his master, but this incident will ruin the reputation of the flower world.

Huarong nodded gently, her eyes were bloodshot, she picked up the package and was about to go out, when the door was knocked open, shaking the other wooden walls almost to the point of collapse.

The two flower girls looked at each other, before Huarong could speak, the two flower girls retreated automatically, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

The door was closed by the flower girl, and Huarong looked at Fan coldly, with a layer of indifference in her eyes.

Fan walked up to her, his eyes sullen, this guy, does he have the right to do this?
Huarong frowned, if she was angry, it was her turn to be angry!

She was the one who lost her virginity, Fan was a man, and there was nothing wrong with a man having three wives and four concubines.

"you are leaving?"

"Why, do you still want me to kill you? I really disdain to do it for you."

Huarong smiled coldly, with a hint of sarcasm on her pretty face, and walked around Fan, but Fan grabbed her with one hand and held her tightly.

"I'll marry you."

Three words, whispered into Huarong's ears.

She was startled, and turned around, her cold eyes were already covered with a layer of gentleness.

The cool breeze enters, and the sky is as cool as autumn.

"Young Master Fan, respect yourself."

Huarong raised her eyebrows and said in a low voice.

Everything needs to be cut off, the separation between the two is a farewell forever, and they have nothing to do with each other.

"Self-respect? Hmph, your body is mine now, why should I respect myself?"

Fan smiled coldly, and for some reason, when Zhu said that Huarong was leaving, he was so anxious that he rushed downstairs without even thinking about it.

It is true that he really needs a happy time, and he never wants to live those days full of hatred. Of course, he relapsed, probably because of Huarong's body.

"Let go, or I'll kill you!"

Huarong shouted sharply, and suddenly shook off Fan's hand, her beautiful eyes gleaming coldly.

(End of this chapter)