After a kiss, Nam Ji collapsed on the bed, panting.

The lips are more red and tender, and the eyes are watery.

Hanji looked at her with a dark look in his eyes.

Reaching out, his fingers rubbing his fingers over her lips.

Finally, the thin lips spoke

"Why did you come to Sands?"

As soon as she mentioned coming here, she remembered the woman named Wuye.

How?

Doesn't he welcome her here?

Nan Jiao's cheeks were originally red and ambiguous, and she snorted lightly

"I'm here to delay you from making out with the people next to you?"

Coincidentally, as soon as she said this, a female voice came from the door

"Your Highness, the girl's herbs are ready."

Hanji reached out and pulled the quilt on Nanji's body up.

It is not the water ring that brings the herbs in, but the sycamore leaves.

With a soft smile on his face, Wuye walked to the bed.

Salute to Kanji

"Your Highness, the medicine is ready. The subordinates served the girl to drink medicine. ”

Hanji didn't speak, but reached out and took the bowl of soup.

The meaning is obvious, and he intends to feed it himself.

Wuye's head was still on top of the bag that had just been knocked on by Nan Ji with mutton fat jade.

It looks a lot more serious than just in the Manhan Building.

Hanji pinched the spoon and stirred it for a while, seeing that the medicine was almost cold.

Scooped a spoonful and handed it to Nanjiao's lips.

He spoke coldly

"Drink the medicine."

When Nan Ji smelled this medicine, her brows furrowed, and she could see that she was very annoyed by this medicine.

Pretending not to hear anything, he lowered his head and fiddled with the corner of his sleeve.

Hanji took her hand, leaned closer to her, and whispered

"Don't be foolish, this medicine must be taken."

Nan Ji tugged at his sleeve, frowned, and muttered

"I don't want to drink it."

As she spoke, she rolled over and was about to roll into the bed.

As a result, he was amputated by a hand halfway.

Shengsheng was hugged by Hanji in his arms.

Well, it's good now, I can't run anywhere.

Hanji put down the medicine bowl in his hand, took a sugar pill from the small table next to him, and asked her to eat it.

This sweet thing finally made her more honest.

She fell into his arms like a boneless, her hair was scattered, and she looked up at his cold and hard look.

Nan Ji couldn't help but hook her lips and smile, and her dark eyes were stained with a touch of bright color.

She looked up, a hand on his shoulder, and her voice was soft

"Pearl of the Night~"

The voice is delicate and delicate.

Hanji stiffened, hugged her tighter, and stuffed another sugar pill into her mouth.

She was dressed in red, because of this tossing and turning, her clothes were loose, and she had a seductive smile, lazy and charming.

Hanji's body is neat, his posture is straight, and his face is cold and hard.

The two are intertwined together, which is particularly shocking to people's vision.

The one who was hit was the sycamore standing next to him.

Her hands clenched tightly under her sleeves.

I never thought that His Royal Highness the Seventh would be so accustomed to this woman.

It's just a pill, and I've never seen such a squeamish woman.

His Royal Highness was not bored at all, and really whispered to coax her to drink medicine.

But it is clear that this woman is arrogant and domineering, and her reckless and reckless Seven Highnesses have not even scolded her.

is so pampered and indulgent, as well as the faint softness on the face of the Seventh Highness, as well as the emotions provoked by the woman.

So that he is finally not as cold and unpopular as before.

The more he thought about it, the tighter the hand that Wu Ye clutched, and his nails were embedded in the flesh, and he didn't feel any pain at all.