You can't really take this bastard's child...
At that time, I'm afraid you will fight me to the death!
You can only watch it yourself.
Murong Yanran's gaze swept across the two people's faces, taking in all the changes.
Good, very good!
It was worth all my trouble tonight.
Alas, it’s a pity that I am the only one who can watch such a good show.
What a pity, what a pity.
Murong Yanran smiled as beautifully as a flower, but with a hint of regret.
The carriage had a smooth journey and soon arrived at the palace.
The sky was pitch black, as if covered with a thick layer of lead.
Both Qin Yuan and Yan Jiaoran were feeling very depressed and dull.
Both of them felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on their hearts, and their steps were extremely heavy.
Only Murong Yanran walked briskly, looking back every few steps, as if urging Qin Yuan and Yan Jiaoran to speed up.
The closer they got to Yan Jiaoran's bedroom, the heavier and more depressed they felt.
what to do?
what to do?
what to do?
Is there any Aquaman who can come out and teach me?
How to cross the Shura field?
Qin Yuan had never experienced such a situation. Although he had read many harem novels, the girls in those novels all threw themselves into his arms without thinking and slept in the same bed with him.
Has there ever been such a scene?
I heard the taxi driver brag that as long as he had enough money, he could get his first and second wives to play mahjong together.
But……
Whether it's my wife or a stupid woman, they all have no shortage of money.
what to do?
what to do?
what to do?
Before he knew it, Qin Yuan was already sweating profusely.
Yan Jiaoran was even more nervous, her heart beating fast.
How should I meet her?
Elegant and graceful?
grace?
noble?
Or is it brutal?
Jealous?
Should I take the initiative and beat this bastard to death and tie him up by my side?
I don’t understand, I don’t understand——
The lights were just coming on and the bedroom was already within sight.
The bright lights illuminated the entire bedroom and carvings.
It's like a dream, like being in a dream.
Murong Yanran knocked on the door gently.
Suddenly a voice was heard from inside the house.
"Coming?"
The voice was cold, like the chill wind blowing out from a thousand-year-old glacier, sending chills down one's spine.
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