Yan Xing felt impatient, her whole body was dripping with sweat, and her two white and slender legs were wrapped around Gong Ruochen's waist. She pressed her red lips to Gong Ruochen's ear, "Uncle, love me." Gong Ruochen felt numbness in her waist and eyes, and she pushed hard to the end.
Yan Xing didn't care if Gong Ruochen's gentleness was a mask as everyone said. She was just afraid that she fell in love with this man. She wanted to bet that since then, all kinds of men began to appear in the palace to pick up Yan Xing. Ruochen, are you angry?