The man kissed Mu Nanzhi's muttering lips again, and smiled evilly: "Didn't my cousin feed my daughter last night? Why haven't she been fed yet?"
The corner of Mu Nanzhi's mouth twitched: "... Lu Zhishan, get away from me!"
As expected, Lu Zhishan lifted the quilt and was about to get off, but Mu Nanzhi reached out and grabbed the man. She covered her face with the man's big hand and continued to act coquettishly: "Cousin, I just... I just said casually, don't Go, hug me again, hold me for a while..."
The man rubbed Mu Nanzhi's disheveled hair lovingly: "Be good, if I don't leave, I'll go down and get you a glass of water."
Mu Nanzhi shook his head in a hurry, holding the man's arm and acting coquettishly: "I don't want to drink water, I just want my cousin to hug me."
How could Lu Zhishan be willing to get out of bed? Too busy to get back into the thin quilt, Mu Nanzhi rested her head on his strong shoulders, and drew random circles on his body with her white and tender fingers: "Cousin, this scar of yours was left on the southern battlefield. ?”
How could a man tolerate her being so messy? He immediately held her hand that was causing trouble and warned with a stern face: "If my daughter sets fire again, I won't be polite. Anyway, I'm far from full."
Mu Nanzhi's face suddenly turned red. He glared at the man's forbearing face and spat, "Bah, bah, bah! I was born to be a pervert, but I still have such arrogance."
Lu Zhishan couldn't help but leaned over and kissed Mu Nanzhi's pouty red lips. The little bride's mouth was sweeter than sugar, and she couldn't get enough of it.
Mu Nanzhi muttered and said dissatisfied: "Cousin, look at it, it must be swollen. I am really too embarrassed to go out to meet people. Everyone can definitely see it. Cousin, look at how much you have gone too far."
"Then don't let others see it," Lu Zhishan was in a good mood. Under the thin quilt, he kindly gave Mu Nanzhi a massage, "My daughter said it hurt just now, is it here?"
Mu Nanzhi blushed, twisted her waist, and whispered: "No."
"Where is that?" Facing those wet and shy eyes, the man's voice changed his tone, "Is it here? Here? Or here? Nannan, did you say the place where my cousin rubbed it was right? Is it comfortable, Nannan?"
"Cousin, please don't say goodbye!" Mu Nanzhi's breathing suddenly became rapid again. She clutched the man's arm with both hands and cried, "Cousin, you, you, you, you, you want my life... "
The next second, the man really came to kill her.
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Mu Nanzhi felt that there could never be a more embarrassing bride than herself. On the first day of the wedding, she didn't even get out of bed. She ate and drank in the bedroom. She was so tired that she couldn't even straighten her waist. Everything was left to Lu Zhi. Regardless of whether she was eating, drinking or washing herself, she lay in Lu Zhishan's arms in a daze.
She felt extremely tired, but she was also very happy.
She is already the serious and unique Ningjun Princess. From now on, she no longer has to sneak into Ningjun Palace. Now she is the mistress of this palace, and Lu Zhishan is her man. She She can lie in his arms and act coquettishly anytime, anywhere. She no longer has any scruples and is no longer afraid of someone stealing her cousin away.
She was really happy, except... she was also a little angry.
"Look, where is the bride who doesn't leave the house on the first day of her wedding?" On the soft couch, Mu Nanzhi was nestled in Lu Zhishan's arms, eating the roasted venison fed by Lu Zhishan, and was a little arrogant. Unclear.