Xi Niang asked Cui'er to call some maids and women to come in and clean up the table wood scraps on the floor. Read the latest VIP chapter\
"Princess, do you want to take a bath?" Na Xi Niang asked diligently.
Ye Xuanji nodded.
She really wanted to take a bath to wipe away all the aura of love he left on her body![
A large steaming tub was brought in.
The rest of the crowd retreated. Xi Niang closed the door and window.
Then he said: "Tui'er, please wait for the young lady to take a bath. Please tidy up the bed."
Ye Xuanji ignored her, took off her clothes, and stepped into the tub.
The hot water with floating petals kissed her skin gently, and she felt that the pain all over her body was reduced by half.
She immersed her whole body in the water and closed her eyes slightly.
Na Xi Niang was chattering away while making the bed.
What he said was nothing more than words to make her accept her fate, marry a chicken and follow the chicken, and marry a dog and follow the dog.
From her words, Ye Xuanji knew that the identity of this Xi Niang was not simple.
She turned out to be this nanny with such a beautiful body. No wonder she spoke so seriously and with the tone of an elder.
Ye Xuanji listened to her words with her left ear and ignored them with her right ear.
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Na Xi Niang finally saw the piece of white silk spread out on the bed.
There are spots of scarlet "plum blossoms" on the white silk, which are the blood of the virgin.
Xi Niang's eyes lit up, as if she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Carefully fold the piece of white silk and hide it in your arms...
Ye Xuanji naturally didn't notice her little movements. She was scrubbing her body desperately, cursing secretly in her heart.
There were bruises and purple spots all over her body, which looked like traces of love, and she couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard she wiped them.
Her whole body was sore and painful, especially her lower body, which was sore and uncomfortably swollen.[
Although the love affair has passed, the feeling of a foreign body still exists...
Even if you want to forget it, you can’t forget it.
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