Princess and Servant

On the other side of the ambiguous flower wall, the two of them hugged each other tightly. Under the cover of the night and the commotion of the banquet in the distance, their figures were covered by the moonlight, making them look especially intimate.

Jiang Weiyang was still sitting on the other end, feeling angry. Little did she know that she was less than five steps away from finding her target.

"Huo Yichen!" Murong Qiao called his full name angrily.

Huo Yichen grunted in response, but he didn't stop pinning the other party's hands behind her back. Then, he planted dense kisses behind her cheeks and ears.

He really missed her too much and felt that he had to cherish even this second.

However, it was a pity that the gown she was wearing today couldn't leave any traces. He could only kiss some secret places and restrain his possessiveness. He gently stretched out his fingertips to touch this softness.