Traveling through the Legend of Zhen Huan: My Queen, please love me!

After receiving the letter, Liu Hua stood up, only to find that An Lingrong had covered the table with paint.

A bad premonition arose in my heart.

Liu Huali decided to stay away from An Lingrong and sat on the warm couch next to the window.

Pretending to flip through a book, An Lingrong walked barefoot to Liu Hua after a while.

He picked up a peach wood comb and carefully combed Liu Hua's hair.

But she didn't put her hair in a bun, she just wore it in a comb.

It was tied with a sky-blue hairband. The hairband that Liu Hua's eyes caught seemed to be the one that An Lingrong used when she gave her flowers.

She still remembered that she was playing on the swing like Zhen Huan.

It seemed that she was still talking to Songzhi. As soon as Liu Hua's memory drifted away, An Lingrong immediately noticed it.

She gently gathered the huge bunch of hair and placed it on Liu Hua's chest.

Liu Hua still wanted to pretend to read a book at this moment, but An Lingrong would not allow her to do so anymore.

An Lingrong corrected Liu Hua and lifted his chin with both hands, forcing him to look at her.

An Lingrong was not wearing any makeup today, but her whole body was scented with a kind of fragrance.

Like a bewitching monster, she gently asked Liu Hua, "Sister, are you happy today?"

Liu Hua knew that An Lingrong's thoughts were difficult to guess, and was afraid of offending her, so he didn't say whether he was happy or not. He just said, "If there is anything today, let Arong ask me like this."

An Lingrong's expression now seemed to be smiling, and her face was close to Liu Hua, and her breath sprayed on his eyelashes.

A voice like an oriole rang in Liu Hua's ears: "Are you sad that Yinzhen treats you this way?"

Liu Hua was horrified and gently scolded, "How can you address the emperor by his name?"

An Lingrong sneered and said disdainfully, "Sister, you're so worried about him! You're scolding me for just saying his name."

After she finished speaking, she hooked Liu Hua's belt and pretended to cry tenderly.

Liu Hua couldn't bear to see An Lingrong like this, and he felt distressed. He quickly said, "I don't mean to blame Ah Rong, but I'm still under house arrest today. If someone with ulterior motives heard about it, it would cause trouble again."

An Lingrong said "Oh" and didn't believe it at all.

His eyes were filled with fox-like cunning, and he kept some distance from Liu Hua.

A hand was placed on Liu Hua's lips, signaling her not to speak.

One hand casually played with Liu Hua's black hair, and she said to herself, "I thought that sister was biased towards me, but I was so sad when sister said that to me just now.

My sister has to make it up to me."

Liu Hua looked at the paint on the table and thought that An Lingrong wanted to paint her portrait, so she didn't refuse too much.

"If you want to paint a portrait, then go ahead. I'll just sit here and let you do whatever you want."

Perhaps it was these words "Let you swing as you please" that tickled An Lingrong's heart.

An Lingrong finally had a genuine smile on her face, but her eyes became even more unscrupulous.

Liu Hua was a little frightened by her stare, and opened his mouth to ask her: "What do you want me to do?"

An Lingrong giggled playfully, blinked her eyes, and said in a non-threatening manner, "Sister, just lie on the Luohan bed like you did just now."

Liu Hua had no objection, but when he heard the sound of An Lingrong stirring the paint, he became more and more nervous.

An Lingrong picked up a large pile of paint and placed it on a low stool.

He smiled, leaned closer to Liu Hua's shoulder, lowered his voice, and said gently and coaxingly:

"Please lie down, sister. I have no other intentions. Isn't Tang Bohu's "Begonia Spring Sleeping Picture" also with the figure lying down?"

Liu Hua hadn't read "Begonia Spring Sleep" and assumed An Lingrong's story was true. After all, An Lingrong was now skilled in perfumery, pharmacology, embroidery, and even read a lot of poetry and books. Sometimes even Liu Hua couldn't follow her allusions.

And since they were already on the Luohan bed, Liu Hua just let it go and just wanted to end it quickly, so he fell into An Lingrong's trap.

An Lingrong finally got what she wanted, watching Liu Hua lying on the Arhat bed. She leaned over and kissed his slightly red earlobe.

Glancing sideways, I saw that Liu Hua's face had turned slightly pink.

I think she is many times more beautiful than Guaerjia and Wenyuan.

If Liu Hua knew what An Lingrong was thinking, he would definitely sigh: Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

The fragrance from An Lingrong's body took effect, and the ylang-ylang fragrance from Liu Hua's roasted shoes also took effect.

Both of them were a little distracted at this moment.

Liu Hua looked up in panic, only to see An Lingrong's eyes were deep and turbulent, indicating that she was still not satisfied.

Liu Hua struggled to get up, but was caught off guard and An Lingrong grabbed his waist and pressed him down.

An Lingrong's voice, different from her usual clear and charming one, rang out again, "Sister, don't move."

Then he took out a paintbrush and tore open Liu Hua's underwear, grinning and saying, "I'll paint for you right away."

Liu Hua's heart was beating like a ball, and when he looked back, he saw An Lingrong's triumphant smile.

A smile played on his lips as he snatched her paintbrush away with one hand and with the other he hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her close to his chest.

Jishao said in a tough tone: "Arong, have you forgotten? Sister, I am seven feet three inches tall."

An Lingrong was startled, and loosened her hand holding the paintbrush. Without caring about anything, she lay straight on Liu Hua's chest.

Once again, she hooked Liu Hua's shoulder strap and said, "Sister is giving in to younger sister, I naturally know that.

Sister, you haven't shown any appreciation for a long time, so I can only see how powerful you are today."

Liu Hua didn't say much. He stood up and untied the long hairband that An Lingrong had just tied for his hair.

An Lingrong's hands were tied behind her waist and two pillows were placed under her.

An Lingrong was originally only wearing an outer shirt, which was now loose.

Liu Hua took it apart without any effort, picked up the paintbrush and silently painted on An Lingrong's waist and back.

A quarter of an hour later, several brightly colored roses appeared on her body.

The white skin forms a sharp contrast, complementing the lips on the lips.

He hadn't let An Lingrong go yet and took the big peep show from her dressing table.

He placed it on the low table and smiled at An Lingrong, "Take a look at the painting, is it good?"

An Lingrong panted slightly and looked sideways, only seeing her own bare skin and not the painting on her back. She said honestly, "I can't see anything, sister."

This sentence made Liu Hua a little angry. He imitated the way he carried An Lingrong in the snow and picked her up horizontally.

He walked between the screens, found the full-body peep show, and ran his fingers over her waist and back.

He said softly, "You can definitely see it now."

An Lingrong saw herself in this state in Liu Hua's arms.

The fragrance became stronger and stronger, and the wide bed was only a dozen steps away.

It started to rain, and at nightfall, the lilies planted in the Yonghe Palace were severely damaged by the wind and rain, and their petals were shriveled.