Seeing Gu Nancheng, who had been lying there so flamboyantly, suddenly curl up into a shrimp-like shape, I was struck by how he suddenly curled up into a ball.
She raised an eyebrow and looked over.
"woke up?"
"Um!"
Gu Nancheng replied in a voice barely audible.
Fang Ruotang said jokingly, "You're quite promising! You're pretty good at using illusions! Tell me, what do you usually think about?"
"Xiao Ruoruo, stop talking!" Gu Nancheng covered his face, looking ashamed.
Fang Ruotang went up to him, patted his bare shoulder, and praised him, saying, "You danced very well. Next time, let's choose a good time and place to dance again. This time, I let you down because I didn't appreciate it properly."
Gu Nancheng immediately covered Fang Ruotang's mouth.
Her delicate face was flushed and rosy, like a ripe fruit on a tree, tempting people to pick it. If the timing hadn't been wrong, Fang Ruotang wouldn't have had such strong self-control.
"I……"
Gu Nancheng glanced left and right, not daring to look directly at Fang Ruotang.
Fang Ruotang asked curiously, "How could you, a prince, dance such a... erotic dance?"
Gu Nancheng glanced at Fang Ruotang and said cautiously, "I told you, you won't be angry, okay?"
"You go first." Fang Ruotang raised her chin, signaling Gu Nancheng to speak quickly. She never agreed to such things; she would get angry if she wanted to.
"It was back when my reputation wasn't so good; I just learned by seeing a lot of things."
"You do have quite a talent."
Fang Ruotang gave Gu Nancheng a meaningful look. She wasn't angry; rather, she was thinking that she was about to have a real-life version of that kneeling, cross-dressing male bodhisattva.
Open-crotch pants seem like it's time to start preparing for them!
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