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Chapter 90 Was Calculated 3
Gong Nanli's downcast face made it difficult to see the expression clearly, but it was known that he was looking at the person kneeling in front of him and holding his hand.

At this moment, Feng Yin had completely lost his normal sense, and just let himself go along with the coldness.

Still a little dissatisfied with the cold hand on her cheek, she took that hand and rubbed it against her body along her jade neck.

Seeing this scene, Gong Nanli slightly hooked his thin lips, with a trace of undisguised sarcasm.

Thinking of using beauty?

Then this thing is indeed a bit worse.

The boy in black on the side didn't move on the surface, but looked at his prince's cold look, but seemed ready to strike at any time.

Gong Nanli finally lost interest, and raised his hand to push the person who was pestering him away.

Does such an ordinary beauty also think about sex?
I really don't know if the person behind this scene underestimated the strength of the Seventeenth Prince?
Or overestimated the skill of this fine work?

Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand moved, the entangled person looked over with tears in his eyes and felt aggrieved, and his voice was a little coquettish: "Uncle Seventeen, why don't you let me cool off..."

In a word, like a thunderclap in the clear sky, Gong Nanli felt as if he had been frozen, and remained motionless.

The raised phoenix eyes were wide open, and he looked at this somewhat confused little person like a monster, watching her leaning closer, watching her holding his hand in front of her little by little , watching her unbutton her clothes little by little...

Uncle Seventeen, Uncle Seventeen...

There was only one person who could call him this title.

That was the child he hid deep in his heart, the one whom countless people envied, the Princess Le Ting known as the national flower.

In the entire palace, there are people who call him the prince, some call him the emperor's younger brother, some call him the emperor's son, and some call him the seventeenth emperor's uncle.

However, only Le Ting can call him Uncle Seventeen.

Uncle Seventeen, Uncle Seventeen...

That child has called him that way since the first time, with that kind of waxy voice with a bit of a coquettish tone.

Even though she often avoided him later, every time they met, she would still timidly call out: Hello Uncle Seventeen...

Closing his eyes and then opening them again, Gong Nanli found that the clothes in front of him were already messy, but his polar snow fox fur was not torn off thanks to Anshi's help behind him.

"Anshi, you go out first." The hoarse voice carried a hint of inexplicable emotion, like a layer of mist.

"Yes." Following the command, the boy in black had already closed the door and stood guard at the door.

In the room, Gong Nanli looked at the person with blurred eyes, and heard her heavy panting, as if giving up, and let her pull his clothes away.

Raising his hand, he caressed her face, and couldn't help calling out in a low voice: "Le'er."

Feng Yin didn't hear this sentence, but followed his own instinct and randomly pulled his own clothes and the other party's clothes.

I don't know if it's because the room is too warm, or the scenery in front of me is too charming, or it's because they both want to indulge each other.

Stretching out his hand, Gong Nanli tore off the last cover on Feng Yin's body, and pulled her into his arms.

Warm fragrance and nephrite jade, dry firewood and fierce fire, the lives of the two people have been entangled ever since in the flickering lights.

Because of his health, Gong Nanli was not very keen on these things.

[Thank you beauties Yan Li, Xiao Ai, Qiuqiu, and Qiqi for their rewards!add more]

(End of this chapter)