Chapter 119: The Festival of Orchids
The first dream helped Fu Xuan into the house, and the strong smell of ylang-ylang incense that was dyed from his body was smelled since he entered the garden, and the fragrance of his snort, the first dream knew that it would not be peaceful tonight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The intensity of the aphrodisiac after the Yilan mixture was in hand, and a man with a strong body like Fuxuan couldn't bear it, he only felt groggy and groggy, and there was no medicine to solve, Fang Xun had mixed the antidote with him before, but he was gone, and he was not taught in the first dream.
Chu Meng helped him to the bed, and he could smell that he was not drinking, but it was easier to do.
While Fu Xuan was asleep temporarily, Chu Meng went out and called a hot water towel to wipe his face, and took a cold wet towel and put it on his forehead to make him feel more comfortable.
Fu Xuan's eyes were half squinted and half open, and he didn't know if he was awake or unconscious, Chu Meng looked at him from the side and called softly: "Fu Xuan, are you more comfortable?"
Fu Xuan didn't respond, and read vaguely, as if he was talking in a dream.
Chu Meng probed his face with his hand, and instantly retracted back as if he had been burned, and Fu Xuan's body was hotter than he imagined!
"Chu ......" Fu Xuan's lips overflowed with half a word, frowning.
Chu Meng was distressed, and he was busy leaning forward to respond, "Chu Meng is here." ā
"I ...... I have an appointment in advance...... Want...... Went back......"
"Yes...... You're back...... Came back......"
Fu Xuan slowly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to be hollow and staring somewhere, and Hitomi looked for a moment tremblingly, and then fixed on Chu Meng's face. Fu Xuan's eyes flashed with a strange and warm light, as if a fire was burning in his heart, and he tried his best not to let the fire start.
The first dream of Fu Xuan was so hard, the tears in her eyes had long been uncontrollable and quietly flowed down, she leaned over and leaned on Fu Xuan, the cherry petal red lips were tightly pressed against Fu Xuan's lips, tears and pain, kissing pity.
"Fool. She said.
Fu Xuan gently held her arms, hugged her slender waist and pressed her tightly, took a deep breath, and slowly spit out, and could see that Fu Xuan was trying his best to restrain something.
The moonlight is sent from the window through the wisps of thin clouds, like water venting a place clear, the shadows of the trees outside the window are swaying, but the lust in the window is strong, and the moonlight outlines the outline of the two embracing each other, like a silhouette window.
Chu Meng suddenly remembered that there was also ylang-ylang incense burning in her room, so she got up to extinguish it, but she asked Fu Xuan to tighten her arms and said softly: "Don't go." ā
"There's incense burning there. ā
"Don't go ......"
"If you don't go, I'll come when I go. ā
This sentence "I will come when I go" is exactly the promise made when Fu Xuan left, and when she said it in person, she knew that she would not break her word in her heart.
Fu Xuan ignored it, suddenly turned over, pressed Chu Meng under him, half-supported his body, and muttered: "I won't let you go." ā
"Okay, I'm not leaving. Are you awake, or are you drunk?"
"You won't be allowed to go. Fu Xuan said and buried his face in the mist of Chu Meng's temples, and the two of them got closer, Chu Meng only felt that his body was as hot as a piece of red-hot copper and iron, especially the lower abdomen was hot and uncomfortable by something, and the drum in his heart hit more and more rapidly like a bang.
Fu Xuan raised his eyebrows, and his beautiful eyes were full of lust: "Don't worry." I should accept you, it must be the Ming media who is marrying you as a wife, spending candles in the cave room, and then doing clouds and rain. With that, he gently pinned her chin and kissed her.
Chu Meng was stunned, looking at him with wide eyes, she didn't remember that Fu Xuan had accepted her words, but she felt that the two of them were drunk and affectionate when their lips and tongues overlapped, and Fu Xuan said this very sincerely.
"Close your eyes. Fu Xuan said.
She didn't listen, still opened her eyes and looked at him, when she was young, Fu Xuan also noticed, so she raised her eyes to meet her gaze, the hot pupils wrapped in long eyelashes, the first dream was also the first time to see, who would have thought that the always elegant and gentle Fu Xuan Gongzi actually had this side, his eyes were full of intoxication and evil charm, and he was charming and charming, and he burned the face of the first dream red.
"You know, I like your shy look the most. Fu Xuan licked the breath in her ear, "It's like the peach of the three springs, so tender that people can't help but want to suck it." ā
As soon as these words came out, the first dream was completely confused, and she felt the hot and itchy in her ears, as if she was also infected with aphrodisiacs.
Fu Xuan bowed slightly, rubbed lightly on her, wrapped his hands around her neck, and unloaded the silk thread of her hair, and suddenly, the green silk bloomed like a flower, and the soft brushed his arm.
Fu Xuan inserted his slender fingers into her green silk and gently scratched it, the two of them clinging harder, even through their robes, Chu Meng could still feel the raging fire in his chest.
"I'm surprised, too. Fu Xuan said, "Why are all women in the world lustful to me, but you are the only one who is indifferent to me?"
"I'm also surprised, since all women in the world are lustful to you, why do you love me, a person who is indifferent to you?"
Fu Xuan smiled, his voice low and magnetic: "Didn't you already answer when you said this?"
"Huh?"
"You and the women of the world are all different ......"
"Are you saying that they love you, so you don't like them, and you want to gnaw on my hard stone?"
"You're still cute when you're jealous. Fu Xuan said and kissed Chu Meng on the forehead again, and then blew out the candle sideways.
Chu Meng's heart tightened suddenly, his brows frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but clench his skirt.
Fu Xuan laughed, reached out to rub her clenched fist away and smoothed it, held it in the palm of her hand again, and said, "Tease you, look at your nervous appearance, don't worry, if I Xie Fuxuan doesn't even have this concentration, how can I be worthy of being your husband." I saw that the moonlight in this room was just right, so I invited you to come and enjoy the moon together, do you remember the clear moon in the water I gave you before?"
The first dream saw that he was so awake when he spoke, although his eyes were still full of lust and his body was hot, after all, he couldn't take sure that his medicinal power had passed, so he reached out and touched Fu Xuan's forehead, which was still hot.
In the clear moonlight, Fu Xuan was dressed in silver waves, protecting his first dream in the shadows, and the tight skin of the two was already hot and sweaty.
"Is it hot?" Chu Meng asked lightly, his fingers slowly climbed up to the moonlight, and lightly untied his robe, but asked Fu Xuan to gently grab her hand, and said, "It's hot, but your body is cold, just calm, it can be said that you have done the art of replenishment." ā
The first dream was teased by him, the art of mending has always referred to the joy of men and women's bed, but it is also appropriate for him to borrow it to describe the harmony of ice and fire.
"As I said, in front of the candles in the cave room, I will not be lighter than you. Promise your business, promise a thousand gold, and never break your word. ā
Chu Meng bowed his head slightly, and hugged her sideways. There is a saying that "dew all night, really rare." Fu Xuan is willing to uphold her heart like this, and let her have a good time like a dream, she is moved, but she gently leaned on Fu Xuan's shoulder, and the finger touched the scar on Fu Xuan's shoulder, and there was a trace of sadness and loneliness quietly born, neither tied nor stumbling, when she said goodbye in the future, she would not miss it more deeply, and she would not break the thread, after all, she was just a passer-by in Wuyi Lane.