All the fantasies and emotions of the past ten years were given to her at this moment. Rong Chen hugged his beloved little beauty contentedly, and kissed Jiang Rongrong's lips pitifully, which were white from dehydration due to long-term shouting.
He stood up and took a cup of moist tea on the table. The tea had been left in the night wind for a long time and was already slightly cold. Rong Chen took it and warmed it in his mouth before feeding it to the little beauty beneath him.
Jiang Rongrong was already very thirsty, and she couldn't take into account how delicious the boudoir's tea-sucking action was. His thin lips came over and she opened her small mouth to accept it obediently.
Well, my dry throat that was about to be on fire finally felt cool. How could just a small sip be enough?
Rong Chen seems to be addicted to this and never tires of it.
"Continue."
The warm and good voice is as clear as the tea fed into the throat.
However, Jiang Rongrong forced her bruised and bruised body to turn around, not wanting to look at him again.
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince, has enjoyed himself to the fullest, please let me go."
The sweet voice was extremely cold, but it still revealed a bit of weakness.
Three thousand black hairs are scattered messily on the mutton-fat naked back full of hickeys. The dark red spots between the jet black and pure white are shocking.
Rong Chen just realized how strong he was just now. His delicate body was so soft and tender, how could it withstand the demands that he had no control over when lust came?
He turned to Xin's delicate face and kissed her eyelids which were red from crying.
"Don't call me Prince anymore."
The kiss lingered on the tip of the small and red nose. "Call me cousin."
He didn't like this title that distanced the two of them. He just wanted to hear that sweet and waxy voice calling him cousin.
Jiang Rongrong raised his head and smiled angrily: "Would you cheat on your cousin's cousin?"
Well, he looked very angry, like a menacing little turtle dove.
Rong Chen picked up the most beautiful turtle dove in the world and said, "Don't say that about yourself."
Jiang Rongrong was most afraid of a man's touch at this moment, trembling like a frightened bird.
"What do you want to do?"
"Waiting for Nong Nong's bath."
The man smiled mischievously, and then carried the little beauty as light as a feather to the Yuqing Pond.
There are three or five desks, seven or eight night lights, next to the Yuqing Pool, cigarettes are curling, and tulle is dragging on the floor. The deft maids have already changed the bath water to the most comfortable and pleasant water temperature, and put the spices needed for bathing aside. After putting on the silk scarf, he lowered his head and left.
Jiang Rongrong didn't want to look at this proud man. It was useless for her to resist anyway. Now she just wanted to act like a dead person and let him do whatever he wanted.
Turning her head, not wanting to meet the man's hot gaze, she chose a focus point and stared at the last row of maids who were slowly exiting. The last maid looked to be twelve years old, ignorant and easy to trick. I wonder if it would be feasible to bribe this maid and let her inform him?
"Where are you looking at?"
Rong Chen was slightly dissatisfied with Jiaojiao in his arms, who always turned his head to the side. He pulled her face again and gently took her to sit down in the bathtub.
Following her line of sight, the figure of the last maid was hidden at the exit covered by flowers.
"If Nong Nong doesn't like it, I will replace them all with waiters."
He didn't like being served by maids. To be more precise, Rong Chen didn't like the touch of all women except Nong Nong, otherwise he wouldn't The crown prince, who is already in his weak years, has never favored a woman, let alone a concubine, and has never even had a common room with him.
He had snatched Nong Nong to the East Palace with his previous actions, and now some new maids were selected in the Tai Chi Palace. One was to serve her well, and the other was because his possessiveness did not allow other men to see the delicate and special features in his arms. color.
Jiang Rongrong listened to his confession in her ears, her eyes slightly closed, indifferent.
The author has something to say:
Rong Chen: Prove your innocence at any time.
Nonnong: Ah, I can’t hear what you said. And I! No! yes! spot! Dove! ! ! ヽ｀Д′?︵┻━┻┻━┻?
