One day, Yan Hong came back from the palace banquet, his steps staggered slightly, Chu Xiang glanced at him and got up to wet the sweat towel to wipe his face. Yan Hong looked at his wife's back, his face was filled with a happy smile, his right hand slowly took out a white jade bottle from his arms, and poured a small cup of flower brew with a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

His thumb rubbed against the wall of the cup, the candlelight flickered, and the man slowly took the small glass of osmanthus wine into his mouth.

"Ahh

Chu Xiang wiped his face with a warm towel, and the man's strong arms scooped her into his arms, Chu Xiang puffed out his cheeks and pushed Yan Hong's chest to get out of his arms, but where was Yan Hong willing to let go?

Guy silly ......

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