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133, the selfish and cold-blooded emperor 7(2/2)

"The flowers in the back garden are all blooming, but I haven't admired them properly yet. When I do, the emperor will come up in two days. They are not only sweet, but also fragrant. The emperor will definitely like them more, okay?

?" She didn't hide her purpose at all, she said coquettishly.

She didn't want to be grounded, lest everyone think that she was in the cold palace, with no chance to stand up, and anyone would dare to step on her.

Ji Huai laughed so hard that his chest trembled. He put his hand on her waist and pressed her against the edge of the barrel, close to him.

Song Wan didn't hide, she just said, "I'm just sweet now, but not fragrant at all."

"I don't mind."

The two of them were fooling around in the penthouse again, and when it was almost dawn, they lay down on the bed again, with Song Wan lying on top of him, drowsy.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, a low, magnetic voice sounded, which seemed to be a little indulgent, "I can't help you, just do whatever you want to do."

She was very tired and didn't think much about it. She just hugged him and said some nice words.

After that, I couldn't hold it any longer and fell into a deep sleep.
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