She didn't hurt at all.

Although she was a woman, she did not break the pain at all.

On the contrary, the Sanskrit sound under me...

The holy and gentle eyebrows and eyes frowned slightly, as if they were enduring some pain. The peach blossom lips were pursed into a straight line, faintly white.

Could it be possible—

The Hongxiuguo, who is supreme in women, is a good relationship between men and women, but the one who suffers from pain is actually... a man?

The beauty and blessings of the soul are here.

The movements are gentle.

The girl's black hair was slightly wet between her cheeks and black hair. Her phoenix eyes were filled with light, and she kissed Fanyin's bright red peach blossom lips lovingly, and said in a coaxing tone: "If it hurts, you can bite me and don't hurt yourself."

“…”

Red makeup.

He shouted in his heart.

In the palm of the palm, the last smooth and round ebony Buddhist bead was loosened and slid down.

Fan Yin finally took the initiative to lift his slender hands and stroked the girl's naked and graceful back...

It is so beautiful that it makes people tremble.

Breath tangles.

The holy monk who was sinking into this bone-eroding lingering feeling, his peach blossom lips were filled with fragmented breathing: "Red makeup..."

[Ding! The target character Fanyin, favorability level 10, strategy completion level 65!]

·

How many times did it last one night?

Fenghua can't remember it clearly.

Relying on the powerful strength and body of women respecting the country, they bully people to the fullest.

As dawn approaches, the phoenix couch is in chaos.

Fenghua got up and changed the wrinkled and wet purple silk sheets by himself, and then he could only fall asleep with Fanyin.

The white robes and the purple phoenix robe fell on the obsidian cool ground under the bed, overlapping in chaos.

The ebony Buddhist beads were rolling in a mess. When the female official in blue pushed the door and almost stepped on one under her feet and fell down.

After looking closely, I realized... Isn't this the Buddhist bead of the Saint Monk of the Sanskrit Monk?

Xiang Ni's eyebrows were slightly unaware of it. Looking at the ebony Buddhist bead, she felt a sensation of terrifying heart.

Carefully avoid the falling Buddhist beads all over the ground and walk lightly inside.

I saw Hongluan put down the tent, her clothes were messy under the bed, and there was a lot of ambiguity.

The purple phoenix robe is the one worn by the empress, and the white monk robe as holy as snow...

It is clearly the Saint Monk of the Sanskrit Voice!

Oh my God.

last night……

Last night, Your Majesty and the Holy Monk...

wrong!

Your Majesty was obviously poisoned by the White Lotus Sect's traitors and fell into a deep sleep. Even Gong Chinese hands said that if there was no antidote, Your Majesty would never survive for three days, so how could he have the energy to go with the holy monk...

so……

Could it be that the Holy Monk took advantage of His Majesty's coma...?

--Pooh!

This idea was just sprouting, and Xiang Ni cut it off in the cradle.

If it were other men, Xiang Ni would have decided without hesitation that it was a person with bad intentions who wanted to take the opportunity to climb onto the empress's bed.

However, he was a famous Saint Monk of Sanskrit, a holy and lofty saint who was independent of the world, and could not be blasphemed.

If it is the Saint Monk of the Sanskrit and His Majesty...

Xiang Ni would rather believe that it was His Majesty’s Sanskrit Holy Monk who was forced by His Majesty’s noble identity.

So, what's going on in front of you?

The female official in blue who has always been decisive and decisive is rarely hesitant.

After a while, Xiang Ni calmed down her mind and bent outside the Hongluan tent and called out softly: "Holy Monk..."

"Shh."

In the Hongluan tent, the slightly lazy and hoarse voice of her empress was heard, with a hint of terrifying charm.

"Xiang Ni, please keep your mouth shut and don't wake up the holy monk."
Chapter completed!