Han Li closed the door after he pulled over Hemi. At this point, many explanations were superfluous. Lang had his heart set on his concubine, and there were two preparations in the original days.
He Mijiao snorted, and Han Li sat on her lap. The two men sat beside the bed, their faces flushed with the flames in the stove.
"Han Li, it's too cold today. Get into the bed and don't freeze."
"This weather is so cold, it makes me feel cold."
"Han Li......, you wait for me to finish."
"You don't wear thick clothes, either we can drill into the quilt together and talk slowly, you put