Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 701

"hand."

"Ok?"

In the dark room, there is only a glimmer of light from the moonlight.

An Ran looked at Nangong Yiran through the dim light, her eyes were full of doubts.

Nangong Yiran knew that An Ran didn't understand what he said, so he didn't explain it.

He reached out to grab An Ran's hand, and put her hand on his chest.

Through the thin clothes, An Ran could clearly feel the body temperature of Nangong Yiran.

Feeling that her hand touched a hard chest, An Ran's five fingers slightly bent, and she subconsciously grabbed it.

Nangong Yiran: "..."

"Brat, you... what are you doing?"

Being held by Nangong Yiran, An Ran's face suddenly turned red.

Fortunately, it's dark now, Nangong Yiran couldn't see the color on her face.

"Warm your hands, or what do you think this king is going to do to you?"

"..."

Hearing this, An Ran's flushed cheeks quickly faded away.

This brat really doesn't know how to be funny. In my mother's words, he really is single by virtue of his ability.

Puckering her mouth slightly, An Ran's eyes were full of displeasure.

Nangong Yiran didn't realize that she was dissatisfied with him, and moved An Ran's hands from his left chest to his right chest.

"It is said that women are made of water, but I think you are made of ice lumps. I can't even warm your hands with my chest."

An Ran listened to Nangong Yiran's complaints, but did not speak to refute.

In fact, she felt that her hand was slightly warmer, and it was no longer as cold as before.

As soon as the body warmed up, sleepiness came.

An Ran slowly closed her eyes, subconsciously approaching Nangong Yiran's chest.

Her hair was just under Nangong Yiran's nose, every time she moved, her hair would tickle Nangong Yiran's nose.

Feeling itchy nose, Nangong twitched the corner of his mouth.

He really wanted to push An Ran's head away, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he couldn't help smoothing An Ran's hair.

The whole night, Nangong Yiran spent warming An Ran's hands and smoothing her hair.

When it was time for Kuaiyin, he quietly got out of the bed.

With previous experience, this time his movements became more gentle, and did not wake An Ran up.

Putting on the court clothes, Nangong Yiran came to the Golden Luan Hall with the dark blue under his eyelids.

"My lord, you are..."

When the ministers saw the blue and black under Nangong Yiran's eyelids, they all showed surprised expressions.

Hearing their question, Nangong Yiran waved his hands slightly: "It doesn't matter, the king was just tossed about by the princess all night, and he is a little tired."

Hearing this, the ministers instantly understood.

They almost forgot that their side-by-side king was just newly married.

As newlyweds, it's normal to have a little trouble at night.

The ministers pursed their lips and suppressed a smile.

Master Ke heard Nangong Yiran's words, took another look at the black patch under Nangong Yiran's eyelids, and kindly reminded him.

"My lord, although the love between a man and a woman is good, you must take care of your health."

Nangong Yiran: "..."

He has never felt any love between men and women, okay?

Last night, he was busy helping An Ran warm her hands and smoothing her hair, so he didn't have time to feel the love between men and women.

Why did he only say one thing and was tossed by An Ran all night, and these ministers made up so much?

Looking at the ministers in front of him, Nangong Yiran just wanted to explain, but an imperial doctor ran in in a panic.

(End of this chapter)