The Evil Emperor's Killer Wife: The Queen of Allure

Chapter 171 [Sanity is defeated! 】

No... She couldn't accept it when she thought about it. Since she felt that Ah Qing was Ah Qing, she would naturally not let him touch other women, not at all!
And she herself must leave Nangong with warmth.

"It is said that cold water can make people sober..." Both of them were still sober, but their eyes were slightly fluttering.

"Then..." Gu Man didn't dare to get up, she sat on the chair, holding the edge tightly with both hands, she was afraid that she would get up together, so she threw herself into Nangong's warm embrace.

However, this is not the palace, no matter where she is, she will attack, but, this is the palace, she is the queen, and he is the prince, if there is something, it is a crime of adultery in the court, she can't harm Nangong's warmth.

"I'll leave first!" Nangong Wenqing is not like this, the desire under her body is so clamoring, and the woman in front of her is what she has been thinking about day and night, if she is not worried that this is the palace, and she is still holding on With the title of queen, he would definitely hold her in his arms even if he died.

"En..." Gu Man nodded, but at the beginning there was a soft monosyllable voice, as if a stone was suddenly dropped on a calm lake, causing countless ripples to disperse in an instant, defeating the rationality of both of them.

Unexpectedly, the dose of the medicine is so sufficient that it does not give people a chance. Once they realize that they have been drugged, it will be a burning fire that is difficult to extinguish.

Nangong got up tenderly, but was completely defeated by her coquettish groan. He looked at Gu Man with his calm eyes, and stretched out his hand, and grabbed her into his arms, pressing her tightly, so hot that Panting, sprinkled on her delicate cheeks, flushed.

"Ah Qing..." Gu Man couldn't restrain herself, she called out softly, her hands softly wrapped around his neck, her fiery lips ran up his chin, all the way up, precisely intercepted, it was to die long kiss.

"Aqing..."

Uncomfortable, all over her body, like a fish thrown ashore, eagerly thirsting for the nourishment of water, and Nangong's warmth is her water.

"Hmm..." Nangong Wenqing was a little rational. In this way, she was passive, but if she was hot and hurt hot, she was passive and active, and she was trapped in her arms by a chair.

(End of this chapter)