The Young Master Gu chuckled seductively, "I was wrong."
Miaoyan gasped. She finally understood that before, Gu Lan had been a gentleman, gentle and restrained towards her. But now that she let herself be free...this woman was truly too presumptuous!
"Hiss—that's really not... a suitable place. I, Rong Miaoyan, always keep my word. I will definitely try my best to rescue you, and when you're out, you must confess everything honestly to me." Miaoyan tried to maintain a serious demeanor.
"Alright."
From Gu Lan's perspective, Princess Ning'an, who was holding her waist and refusing to let go, was pouting at her, elegantly blushing, her thick eyelashes quivering, making her even more charming and enticing.
Gu Lan found herself surprisingly unopposed to Miaoyan's intimate embrace. She caressed Miaoyan's soft black hair, resisting the urge to move her waist and scare her silly.
If she moved now,
Miaoyan might actually kill her.
