C147 A Contest Between Two Women(2)

After putting down the cup, Duanmu Jue patted his thigh. Murong Nichang skillfully sat on the bed with her arms around his neck and moved so close to him, so Duanmu Jue could smell the faint scent of her body, which was different from the usual clear jasmine. "Queen, did you change to rouge? It's very different from the past! " As he spoke, he moved closer to her and gave her a light sniff