C262 Destined.

"Miss Nan …"

Jian Wushuang was surprisingly nervous and at a loss as to what to do.

"Hmm …"

Imperial Consort Nanmu replied softly. Her heart throbbed as well, but she dared not open her eyes. Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Jian Wushuang once again stretched out his palm and gently placed it on Imperial Consort Nanmu's white wrist.

This time