I want to stand up, my clothes are tied up, and I can't move.

Zhao Jing'an leaned on the mast of the bed, holding the booklet in the hand, and his rather smug expression made Yan Rumeng's teeth itch with hatred.

"Give it to me, it's my thing, hurry up!" Leaned over and pounced, not caring if he would trip or not.

If she saw that booklet, would she still have a face in the future? Maybe he'll be laughed at for a long time.

Thinking about the smoke like a dream makes my spine feel cold.

"What is this? Makes you so nervous? Looking up at the booklet in his hand, one hand imprisoned the woman's fragrant body under her armpit, unable to move.

His head was clamped by a large hand, and he couldn't move at all, leaving only two hands waving around, trying to pull the big hand down.

"Put in a little effort, or you won't be able to get down to business later." The booklet slapped gently on the head of the smoke dream.

"Then give it to me, give it to me and I won't toss." I'm anxious, and I don't let go of a glimmer of hope.

Zhao Jing'an was curious, took the booklet and looked at it, just outside I saw her holding the booklet to read, and then somehow, as if frightened, threw the booklet far away, and when she went to get it, she looked like a thief, and she didn't know what was in this booklet, so she had such a big reaction.

Suddenly came interested.

"I'll see! Look what this is! With that, he flipped the page to the first page.

"Ahh The screams sounded, and they were terrible, and the maid who was waiting outside heard it, and her body trembled several times, and she said in her heart that the prince was really the prince. The head kept arching, and I almost found a hole in the ground to get into.

Yan buried his head in his clothes like a dream, and repeated in his mouth: "Don't look, don't look!" ”

After reading the last page, Zhao Jingan gave his hand and threw the booklet into Yan Rumeng's arms, "It turns out that this is the villain book you often read?" The taste is quite heavy. ”

This guy, she can't mistakenly think that she likes to read this kind of book, right? You don't think she watches it often, right?

The booklet was like a hot, hot smoke like a dream and hurriedly threw it out, urgently needing to explain, "No, no, I just said nonsense, I don't have that kind of habit to look at this kind of book!" After speaking, he lowered his head in shame and stirred the clothes in front of him with both hands.

Zhilu said that she hadn't seen it, but every time she saw such smoke like a dream, she couldn't help but want to tease her.

Fingertips twitched her chin, "Then you just said it was a villain book?" Now that you've just gotten married, you've learned to lie to me? Well? The hot and humid tone sprayed on her smoky face, and her face was as red as her dress.

"I didn't lie to you, this is what my mother gave me, I don't know what Lu Dao is, I was just sleepy, so I took it out to see, I didn't expect it to be that kind of shameful thing." His jaw was raised, and his eyes were forced to look at the man in front of him.

"Hehehe!" He lowered his head and pecked on the red lip, feeling very good, "It's really a simple little thing." ”

Seeing that Zhao Jing'an was not looking at himself with that kind of look, Yan Rumeng felt a lot more relieved, pointed to the booklet on the ground and said, "Then you quickly throw it away!" "Throw it on the ground, if you ask the maid to pick it up tomorrow morning, how can it be good?

Isn't it to be ridiculed in secret?

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jing'an picked up the booklet on the ground very obediently, and just when Yan Rumeng thought he was going to throw it away, a sentence made her vomit blood.

"It's a good thing, you have to keep it." After saying that, he put the booklet into the cabinet like a treasure.

His face was as red as a braised shrimp, and his brain was dizzy from the heat.

This guy didn't even let go of teasing himself on his wedding night.

Throwing off the shoes on his feet, he didn't take off his clothes, he just took the quilt and rolled it up on his body, and rolled his body to the innermost, facing inside, but his ears were up, listening to the movement in the room.

The sound of rustling came, it was the sound of undressing, and then a hot body was attached to the back, and the big hands moved slowly through the quilt.

The temperature seemed to be able to penetrate the quilt, the smoke was like a dream, and the whole body felt hot, the palms of the hands were full of sweat, and the ears were tempting voices like the night blur, "Madame, Madame!" Knocking on the heart of the smoke like a dream, the heart "should" speed up.

The hand holding the quilt was released, turned around, and met the gentle watery eyes, no coldness, no resentment, just boundless gentleness, which made people willingly indulge in it.

Looking at each other speechlessly, they experienced the happiest and most unforgettable moment in their lives.

Seeing small beads of sweat on her forehead, with a wave of her palm, the quilt on her body was thrown to the foot of the bed, and the fiery red wedding dress was spread out in all directions, like weathered and blooming flowers.

"Isn't it hot to wrap so much?" The big hands untied the knots of the clothes one by one, but the eyes never left the woman's delicate little face.

"Hot!" blurted out, without thinking about whether he would be ridiculed, and only showed the truest thoughts in his heart at this time.

Stunned, he let the man take off his clothes until he was only a small coat, turned over, supported one hand on one side, and rubbed his tender skin with the other.

I lowered my head and pecked at the slightly panting cherry lips, but my mind was thinking about what I had just seen in the booklet.

The depths of his eyes are like a volcanic eruption, and they are extremely hot and hot, and they can swallow the people below them at any time.

"Tonight, we're going to play something different." Slowly exhaling words, like a slowed magic sound, swirled around the heartstrings of smoke like a dream, completely immersed in another illusory but happy world.

"Huh?" With a blank look, the fat powder in the corners of his eyes seemed to have become as enchanting as blood because of shyness.

"We'll find out later!" Bowing his head, grabbing the cherry lips, Yongcheng swept the ground, swept wildly, wrapped around the lilac tongue in another small mouth, tossing and sucking, the sound of swallowing saliva accompanied by the burning sound of candles, adding a warm and charming fiery atmosphere.

The whole person is like a fish on the shore, gasping for breath, thirsty but attached to the madness on land.

Holding the sheets under his body tightly with both hands, his body moved forward with frequency, occasionally with force, accompanied by the sound of "woo woo" and "brushing" forward.

Chaos finally understood in his mind what the man had just said, and his face was almost buried in the pillow.

This person actually learned and used all those methods on her, and she knew that Lu Dao should not have opened that thing.

I don't remember how many times I begged for mercy, and I don't remember when I fell asleep. In a daze, it was as if someone was wiping his body with a warm handkerchief.

The eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open them at all, but he knew in his brain that it was Zhao Jing'an, and he was at ease, so he cleaned himself up.

The night had just begun, and the streets were filled with a howling cold wind, except for the flowing animals.

A black cat also came out of nowhere, standing on the roof of the smoke house, its pale green eyes were strange and abnormal in the dark night.

In the distance, from far to near was the sound of footsteps of houses, and the black cat noticed it, and "meowed" in that direction, and then the head and body were separated.

Blood flowed down the grooves of the roof quickly, and a group of people in night clothes looked left and right, and the one who took the lead waved his hand and signaled, and they all flew towards all corners of the Yan Mansion.

Under the eaves, the servants of the night watch, dressed in thick tunics, leaned against the pillars and snoozed, and suddenly there was a cold dampness on their faces.

The forehead eyes opened, and he raised his hand to touch it, water? But there is a strange smell again.

Take out the fire fold and light the lantern that is placed aside, and lean your hand over, blood?

With a startled face, he woke up the servant who was still sleeping next to him, raised the lantern in his hand, and looked up, and the blood was flowing like water.

The servant ** shouted: "Come on, come on!" Something happened here. As soon as he finished speaking, thick smoke rose around the house, and a fire could be faintly seen.

"Someone, someone! It's out of the water, come and save it! "Holding the lantern and running in a panic like a servant's sleeping place, only the back was cold, the body was stunned, the black shadow floated by, and the dejected and living man was dead.

The fireworks drifted in the sky, and the sleeping people woke up and fled in all directions, only the room seemed to be locked, and it couldn't be opened, and for a while wailing and shouting were everywhere.

The tongue of fire quickly engulfed the entire smoke house, but the three courtyards were surprisingly quiet, as if they couldn't hear the shouting, and they were still lying peacefully on the bed.

In the other courtyard, Hongying was sad that Lin Wan'er didn't let her go with Yan Rumeng, and she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night tossing and turning.

As soon as they came out of the hut, they saw a few dark shadows flashing, and by the moonlight, they could see that they were heading towards the courtyard that they did not need.

The alarm bell sounded, and the first reaction was: The smoke house has entered the thief.

Immediately, before he had walked a few steps, he saw the black shadow just now holding a fire fold in his hand, and he lit the dry wood, and a small flame burst out of the "whew".

Someone is going to murder Yanfu?

Frightened in his heart, but he didn't dare to step forward, those people were all holding flashing knives in their hands, and by the faint light of the fire, Hongying saw a knife wound dripping with blood.

My whole body trembled, and I shuddered in the grass in the corner, and watched the fire grow bigger and bigger, but strangely no one escaped from the house.

The fire spread, Hongying was anxious but didn't dare to come out, scattered black shadows gathered in front of everyone, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared again.

Knowing that they were gone, Hongying quickly went to the courtyard of Yan Rucheng, ignoring the constant cries for help, walked to the door of Yan Rucheng, knocked on the door, but found that no one answered.

I wanted to push the door open, but found that the door had been locked, and the fire spread rapidly, accidentally touching the skirt of the red tassel.

The body took a few steps back, and with all his strength, he threw his whole body towards the door, and shook it several times, and with a "bang", the door broke, and then his body was smashed to the ground.

Lying on the ground, I could vaguely see that there was still a person lying on the bed, so I hurriedly got up, ran to the side of the bed, and pushed, "Second son? Second son? "The person acted as if he was dead, and he didn't react.

Reaching under his nose, he found that there was still breath, but no matter how he called it, he just wouldn't wake up.

Snorted, there was a faint strange smell in the room, which Hongying remembered not when she came before.