Baili Jia Jue's fingers were like ice, touching her warm skin, and the pinch made Helen Weiwei shrank back: "I am not smart compared with my Highness."
Ultimately, she had underestimated the danger of this man.
Helian Wei Wei did not think that even now, with the power the eminent monk had transferred to her, she still could not free herself from his imprisonment.
What is the strength of this man?
She was like a cooked shrimp, her fingers trembled, but she couldn't move, and the sound of rubbing between the clothes shook in the thick sandalwood palace, but it seemed to be a lot louder.
He held her waist in one hand, and the other hand frenzied. Although was a very embarrassing moment, but he did like he was meant to.
It was just that his fingers were too cold, like ice.
Her heartbeat was getting louder and louder, and the breathing hot and heavy.
