Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

"No...but..." Zhong Changfeng felt the warm palms again, caressing his skin restlessly.

His clothes were scattered, and his hands were expanding his territory nimbly. Zhou Jiangyan put his arms around Zhong Changfeng from behind and gently caressed the person in his arms.

After hearing Zhong Changfeng's words, Zhou Jiangyan actually stopped what he was doing. As if the fire had been turned off, his hand just rested quietly on Zhong Changfeng's waist.

Zhong Changfeng was stunned for a moment. He thought Zhou Jiangyan would be entangled like last night. But it seemed that he was overthinking it. Thinking about it carefully, last night was probably Zhou Jiangyan's biggest greed as a queen.

Both of them fell silent, their breathing rising and falling, which was particularly obvious in the dark night. His slow breathing seemed to be urging, and Zhong Changfeng was inexplicably irritable.

A faint fragrance came, confusing Zhong Changfeng's thoughts like a temptation.

His brows were furrowed tightly and he bit his lip, as if he was thinking hard about something. In the end, Zhong Changfeng made a bold decision.

He put his hand into the quilt, placed it on his waist, and gently opened the belt. Accompanied by the sound of his heartbeat, Zhong Changfeng's mind became even more groggy, and the fragrance gradually became stronger.

"Jiangyan, my clothes are open..."

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Because yesterday's draft delayed a lot of government affairs, Zhong Changfeng was very busy today. When he sat upright on the dragon chair, he began to constantly reflect on the correctness of what he promised Zhou Jiangyan last night.

Compared to Zhong Changfeng's pain, Zhou Jiangyan was refreshed and enjoying flowers in the imperial garden. The spring flowers are blooming, attracting many concubines to enjoy the flowers.

The first person Zhou Jiangyan encountered was Shuo Guang and Chen Lan. [Shuo Guang is equivalent to an ancient nobleman, and is the seventh grade. The setting is found on the browser]

Shen Lan is the second son of the Minister of Civil Affairs. He has been influenced by his family since he was a child. He is proficient in playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is also quite good at making tea and embroidery. It can be said that the Shen family trained Shen Lan just to get him into the palace.

"My servant has met Your Highness, Your Highness. Your Highness, Your Majesty, is safe."

Shen Lan released her hand holding the flower branch and bowed respectfully to Zhou Jiangyan. His voice is very nice, and he will definitely be pleasant to sing.

"Well," Zhou Jiangyan smiled and nodded, he said, "I have seen Shen Shuoguang stop for a long time, but do you like this Silk Begonia?"

Shen Lan pursed his lips and smiled, and said: "Back to Your Highness, the little servant saw how beautiful this crabapple was, so he looked at it for a while. Well, this light red color is gentle and elegant yet full of life, little servant. Of course I like it.”

"It's a coincidence. I think so too." Zhou Jiangyan nodded slightly. He also glanced at the silk begonia, smiled softly and said, "I haven't met anyone else for a long time. Shen Shuoguang went with me. Come on, how about you relieve your boredom?"

Naturally, it was impossible to refuse, so Shen Lan accompanied Zhou Jiangyan to stroll around the imperial garden.

The sun was rising gradually, and before we finished visiting the Imperial Garden, it was time for lunch. At Zhou Jiangyan's invitation, Shen Lan happily followed him back to the palace for dinner.

After lunch, Zhou Jiangyan took Shen Lan around the Jiaofang Hall.

"Your Highness, the cherry blossoms are in bloom." After some conversation, Shen Lan was not as cautious as he was at the beginning, "The feng shui of the middle palace nourishes people."

Zhou Jiangyan turned around, glanced at Shen Lan, and said with a cheerful expression, "I heard that Shen Shuoguang's piano skills are exquisite. In this situation, do you want to play a piece of piano?"

Shen Lan was stunned for a moment. Looking at the cherry blossoms, he intuitively understood for the first time what "people are more delicate than flowers".

Smiling, he said, "Of course."

Zhou Jiangyan's eyes lit up, he turned his head and glanced at the male waiter, who immediately trotted away.