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The thumb pressed his lips lightly, and the purple pupils raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"Is it pretty?"

"Beautiful."

Beichen whispered, his throat became more and more dry, and his voice was also slightly astringent, not as pleasant as usual, but with a slight sand texture, it looked particularly sultry.

"Thirsty?!"

As soon as her fingers were stretched, a jade-colored vial had already appeared between the left hand of the purple pupils, which was the star special brew she had brought with her.

Raising her hand to flick off the cap, she raised her head and drank the liquor into her mouth.

Then he lowered his face, brought his lips to the side of his lips, and put the liquor in his mouth.

Beichen opened his mouth to drink, kissed her, pulled her over with a hook of his arm, hugged her into his arms, turned passive into active, and unceremoniously enjoyed her good taste.

It took him a long time before he gasped and let her go.

"That's your reward?"

"It's all disrupted by you." Purple Hitomi gasped and glanced at him, "That's not how my script is. ”

"Script?" Beichen raised his eyebrows, "What's that like?" ”

Purple Pupil got up, put the bottle of wine on the table casually, reached out with her right hand, and already hooked the belt of his clothes, and ripped it open, and then her little hand unceremoniously reached through the hem of his loose clothes.

Her fingertips slid over, as if with electricity, Beichen raised her hand, and pressed her small clothes through the clothes, her voice was hoarse.

"Don't mess around."

"What's the call of nonsense?" Purple Hitomi leaned her face closer to him, "In a few days, I'll be fourteen." ”

"It's too small."

"Who said that?" Purple Pupil pulled his palm and put it on his chest, "It's not small, don't believe it, you touch it?" ”

Holding her wrist with his backhand, Beichen's arm tightened, and he hugged her directly into his arms, "Wait, at least you will be sixteen." ”

What else is Purple Hitomi saying.

"Don't move." Beichen took a deep breath, "I don't want to be here, so casually. ”

"We're married." Purple Hitomi whispered, "And...... You want me too, don't you? ”

She unceremoniously unceremoniously uncovered his bottom.

The two of them were so close, she already felt his reaction!

Beichen's tone was very calm, "In short, no!" ”

The last time I took her back to the north house, Mrs. Qingyou specially talked to him, saying that Zitong was young and must not be indulged, so as not to hurt her body, which would be detrimental to having children in the future.

Beichen didn't think much about having children, but he didn't want to hurt her.

Later, he deliberately checked several medical books, all of which said that women should be suitable for marriage only after the marriage, and the women of Zhongzhou and the Ji are generally fifteen years old, so Beichen still insisted on waiting for her to be sixteen years old.

He would rather endure it than hurt her, Zitong felt what he was thinking, helpless and distressed.

However, who told her that her body was still small, if she had to ask him, he would definitely give it, but she didn't want him to be embarrassed, otherwise, it would not be a pleasant experience for him to feel pressured at that time.

The first time he and her, of course, had to be happy with each other and have no burden.

"Stinky Beichen, big bastard, I specially prepared it, and I prepared it in vain."

He scolded and bit his neck, but the little hand of the purple pupil did not retract, but just slid down his chest.

"Purple pupils."

Beichen pressed her palm again.

"Don't move." Purple Pupil turned his face sideways and kissed his earlobe, "It's going to hurt you." ”

The force of his hand holding down her palm gradually retracted, and her hand continued to slide down.

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