, stretched out her hand and climbed onto his neck, "I wanted to hurry up and serve the emperor with all my heart, but I really know I was wrong."

Ji Huai lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Do you really understand?"

"Yes." She nodded heavily, her eyes clear and quite serious.

A good man never suffers immediate losses.

"Then take good medicine, is it possible?" he asked again.

"It can be done." She affirmed, promising to speak out, "I can do whatever the emperor said."

"No one can be as good as you." Ji Huai looked at her, slightly hooked up the corner of his mouth, and carried her to the bed.

Song Wan lay on his chest, and when he put her on the bed, he reached out and hooked her waistband, his voice was soft and waxy, sultry and sticky, "I am not only good, but also sweet. Do you want to have a taste, Your Majesty?"

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her little cherry mouth opened and closed, like a vixen, charming and alluring.

After saying that, she pulled his belt and wrapped it around it. Ji Huai leaned towards her again, got on the bed and hugged her.

"Your Majesty..." She dragged her voice, her delicate body limp.

There are so many concubines in the harem. If he can come today, he may not be able to come tomorrow. In the past, he has not set foot in the harem for half a month, and he doesn't know when he will next time.

Song Wan didn't want to let him go.

Ji Huai suppressed his emotions and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "I see, my beloved, you really don't kneel too much."

The beloved concubine had already spoken out. Song Wan put her arms around him and whispered in his ear, "The emperor loves me so much that I naturally want to repay you. If I kneel too much, it's not the emperor who feels sorry for me?"

The warm breath was deliberately sprayed into his ears. Before the final sound came out, Ji Huai reached out and tore open her thin gauze.

Song Wan was lying softly and delicately under him, with delicate dimples and spring in her eyes, looking like she was ready to be picked by him.

Ji Huai hugged her and his breath became heavier.

Qing He was keeping vigil outside, and her young lady's soft moans came out, making her blush, which was a little too far away.

When Song Wan couldn't help herself, she hugged Ji Huai and lightly bit his shoulder. It was so hard that it gave her a toothache.

Tonight, she was more enthusiastic than before, trying her best to cooperate with Ji Huai.

I called for water twice and was already out of breath.

When she went to bed, she hid in Ji Huai's arms, thinking that she finally stopped, but never thought that the emperor would pull her back again.

Song Wan was lying dying, feeble and helpless. Ji Huai looked at her and reached out to push her wet hair back, "My beloved concubine is like a kitten this time."

Her cheeks turned crimson, the tips of her ears turned red, her throat became hoarse, and she pretended to be pitiful, "I, I am not as good as the emperor."

Even so, he didn't let her go."

Song Wan couldn't bear it anymore, so she reached out to him and kissed him in his ear. She gasped and exerted her lower body.

Ji Huai lost his rhythm and ended in a hurry.

Song Wan was lying in his arms, covered in fragrant sweat, and could fall asleep with her eyes closed, but the emperor whispered in her ear, "My dear concubine, have you studied the "Fang Jing" behind my back?"

Her face turned red when she heard it, but even though she didn't, she said, "Then...does the Emperor like it?"
Chapter completed!