"Well!"
A woman is like finding the rain, desperately feeling the comfort that the rain and dew bring to her.
"Song Wan Ning!"
He Yuzhang quickly stood up, breathing heavily, staring with a pair of frightened eyes.
But I was a little surprised in my heart.
She actually knew that the person in front of her was her?
Looking at the person wrapped around him again.
He Yuzhang quickly reached out and tapped her acupuncture points.
Song Wanning instantly collapsed on the bed.
"Amitabha!"
He Yuzhang sat up and quickly moved the prayer beads in his hand, but he looked particularly flustered.
"Woooooooo~ So hot~ So hot."
The painful whimpering of a woman kept coming from beside her.
He Yuzhang opened his scarlet eyes and looked sideways at the woman's pitiful appearance.
My heart trembled.
He pursed his thin lips tightly, looked at the woman's somewhat purple face, hesitated for a long time, exhaled a breath, and finally took off the beads in his hand.
He Yuzhang held the woman in his arms.
The fingers with clear bones traced across the woman's body, gradually going down...
For a moment, the only sound left in the silent bedroom was the woman's ambiguous breathing.
Song Wan Ning felt the burning heat in her body gradually dissipate, and she was mixed with discomfort and excitement until a force threw her up.
She flew up into the clouds, then slowly landed until she fell into a ball of cotton and fell into a deep sleep...
He Yuzhang put the person down, stood up and lowered his eyes to his standing desire, and his face suddenly darkened.
He cursed secretly, "What a promising person!"
After turning around and going to the screen, I washed myself, put on the beads again, and began to meditate.
Amitabha!
Color is emptiness, emptiness is color!
…
The next morning, the woman opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar gauze curtain. She slowly got up before getting up.
The soft silk on her body slipped away, revealing the woman's white and tender skin. Her exquisite curves were wrapped in a blue gauze garment, looming and very alluring.
This is He Yuzhang's bedroom...
she……
Success?
Song Wanning felt happy and wanted to search for the joy of last night, but she didn't have any memory.
Could it be that last night was too exciting?
Did it cause her to lose her memory?
Just when she was thinking wildly, the man walked in calmly, his cold eyes passing through the woman's exquisite figure.
Song Wan Ning was suddenly startled and quickly pulled the quilt to cover herself, her face turned red with embarrassment.
"Do you know how to be shy now?"
He Yuzhang sneered.
Song Wan Ning smiled shyly, looking at the man's expression, her eyes moved, she pursed her lips, and her voice was a little more refined.
"Brother-in-law, last night we..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a man snap his fingers, and while Song Wan was stunned, several maids came in from outside.
"Change all the bedding!"
Song Wan Ning? ? ?
Didn't they already fall in love last night?
Is this because you dislike her?
After Song Wanning was washed by the maid, she was driven back to her yard by He Yuzhang.
Seeing the woman turning her head three times with doubtful eyes, He Yuzhang's thin lips curled up slightly.
In a flash.
The beads in his hand stopped moving, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his narrow eyes narrowed, and there were complex and tangled emotions in his eyes.
Song Wanning returned all the way to Zhuqingyuan.
"Qinghe, why did I end up on the prince's bed last night?"
Qinghe was stunned for a moment, stared in surprise and said, "Auntie, don't you remember?"
"What should I remember?"
Song Wan Ning shook her head dumbly.
"You had a fever last night. The doctor went to the old lady's courtyard. The prince took you to his courtyard and gave you medicine, and then the fever subsided."
"Last night I frightened my slave."
Song Wan Ning:......
So that was the case, then she just thought she and He Yuzhang were in love last night.
Remembering the shy look in He Yuzhang's eyes earlier, Song Wanning now wished she could dig a hole and bury herself.
Could it be that he had read through her mind?
