Concubine Shang Yunxiao

Chapter 338 He Can't Stand It
Dan Xintong gently pushed open the door and closed it gently, the soft embroidered shoes stuck to the floor tiles, without any sound.She walked to the bed like a silent ghost, Gong Pingao restlessly closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.

Dan Xintong stared at Gong Pingao's handsome face, her heart beating non-stop.She stretched out her fingers tremblingly, and her thumb slowly slid across Gong Pingao's smooth cheek.

Gong Ping Ao Xu felt the itching on his face, stretched out his hand to scratch, and when he touched Dan Xintong's hand, he held it and murmured: "My head hurts, it hurts."

Gong Pingao's hand was as hot as a fire, and Dan Xintong's whole body aroused a stream of heat, which made her tremble and her breath became short of breath.She called softly: "Prince."

Hearing someone calling, Gong Pingao slowly opened his misty eyes, he was so intoxicated that he couldn't see clearly the beautiful face of Dan Xintong who was close at hand.

"Who are you?" He weakly let go of Dan Xintong's soft and boneless hand.

The warmth suddenly disappeared, and Dan Xintong felt a little lost.

"I'm Xintong, Prince, you're drunk, I'll serve you." Dan Xintong said softly.

"I have a headache." Gong Pingao propped himself up with his hands and tried to get up.

Dan Xintong quickly went to help him sit up, Gong Pingao fell weakly on Dan Xintong's chest.Dan Xintong's complexion was as red as a cloud.

His head rested on her.

Dan Xintong lowered her head and whispered softly in Gong Pingao's ear, "Prince, let me massage your head."

Gong Pingao didn't object, he half-closed his eyes, Ren Danxintong gently pressed his temple.He smelled a strange smell.

One inhalation makes one's heart beat fast and the whole body becomes hot.He pulled the skirt of his clothes weakly and said, "Why is it so fragrant?"

"It's my scent, does the prince think it smells good?" Dan Xintong said slowly.

"Oh." Gong Pingao responded, only feeling hotter and hotter all over, and his face was as red as a boiled crab.

"If you don't believe me, Prince, please smell it." Dan Xintong bent her arm in front of Gong Pingao, and a sultry fragrance radiated from the sleeve of her arm hanging down.

As soon as Gong Pingao took a breath, his whole body trembled again.Below him, there was an unstoppable reaction.With blood rushing to his forehead, he had a fantastic idea.He wanted to hug someone, hug someone tightly until he rubbed that person into his body.He couldn't bear it, couldn't bear the temptation of the imaginary created in his mind.

(End of this chapter)