"Then what do you want to call me? Girl, don't think of calling me 'Xiao Gong' or 'Xiao Mo', otherwise I will turn you into a corpse to earn the fifty thousand taels of silver!"

Gong Yanmo's hot breath blew on the back of her neck.

Feng Lingyan stiffened, feeling like a wolf was lying behind her.

But this wolf is a sweet wolf.

The subtle fragrance on his body made her feel very refreshed.[

She had an idea and smiled brightly: "Xiao Gong, Xiao Mo is so uncreative. You smell so fragrant, you can rival Xiang Fei. I'll call you Fan Xiang, right? The flowers are like Fan, the fragrance is so beautiful."

The fragrance..."

Haha, she also wanted to be Qianlong once and get a fragrant concubine, a male fragrant concubine...

Fragrant?

Gong Yanmo stiffened slightly and his expression changed slightly.

His eyes were half-squinted, and he said coolly: "Fanxiang is a woman's name, please change it!"

"What about - the incense of Sanskrit? The Sanskrit of Sanskrit sounds?"

Feng Lingyan sat in front of him and did not see any abnormality in his expression.

Fanxiang...!!!!

A murderous look flashed in Gong Yanmo's eyes: "Why - did you think of this name?"

His fingers pressed softly on the big hole on her back.

Feng Lingyan had no idea that she was already standing on the edge of life and death.

He smiled and said: "You ancients... Haha, didn't the ancients all have the habit of offering incense to you? The fragrance on your body is elegant, like orchid and sweet. It's like you stay in a spice-burning temple all year round. I call you Fanxiang."

It’s worthy of the name. How about it? Does it sound good or not?”

She simply turned around and looked at him with a pair of big watery eyes.

Her pink and bud-like red lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were playful, cunning, and a little proud.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her cheeks, and Gong Yanmo could even count her eyelashes, which were as thick as small fans...
Chapter completed!