Sometimes Lian Zeyu would want to loosen his arms a little bit, and see every inch of his peachy red skin blooming for him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But as soon as he separated a little, he felt a chill creep through the gap, and he hugged her tighter again.

He was reluctant to leave the softness and warmth, not even the slightest bit, even every drop of sweat that ran between the two of them, as if it was another kind of watery connection.

He could see the green silk of Shang Xue's sleeves scattered on the bed, like an inky flower, and in the center of the flower was a white stamen, sometimes swaying gently in the breeze with his movements, sometimes as if it was about to be blown by the wind.

Her eyes were kept tightly closed, but along the corners of her eyes, she could see the water that seemed to have never dried up, sliding slightly deep into her temples.

Her red lips were bitten tightly at first, but they had opened slightly, and the bitten lip flap was bloodied, adding to the bright color, and it spilled out from between her teeth.

He looked at the eyebrows of Shang Xue's sleeves, which seemed to be concentrated there, so he put his mouth close to the round earlobes, and gently blew while biting finely, and felt Shang Xue's sleeves tremble for a while.

He whispered with some pleading: "Snow sleeves, look at me, you open your eyes and look at me." ”

He saw Shang Xuesleeve's eyelids move slightly, but he still didn't open, so he raised his upper body and looked at Shang Xuesleeve with a slight smile.

The gap between the two of them immediately widened. Leaving the warm body, coupled with the sweat on his body, even Lian Zeyu himself felt a little chilly.

He saw that Shang Xuesleeve finally opened his eyes, and those eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, but the spring water was no longer clear and clear, as if it was turbulent and confused because of him, and his eyes looked at him as if he no longer looked at him, and met his eyes in a daze, but hurriedly avoided it.

Lian Zeyu hurriedly said, "Don't close it, look at me." ”

Before Shang Xue could react, he moved lightly and heavily.

But her eyes were reluctant to leave Shang Xue's face, watching her brows stretch and wrinkle at times, her last moan had just subsided, and before she could catch her breath, she let out a short cry under his movements.

The hair on her neck seemed to be soaked with sweat, and the slender fingers that had been holding his arm were becoming weaker and weaker.

Her eyes slowly shifted from blankness to his face, a watery look of pleading.

Under her gaze, his whole body was also numb, and he held Shang Xue's sleeves in his arms as if he was holding a rare treasure, and his slippery body with sweat had already revealed coolness, making his still hot body feel excited.

He couldn't help arching his body, buried his head in her slender shoulders and hair, and said in a low voice: "Snow sleeves, Ah sleeves, you call me." ”

"Your Highness......" Shang Xue's voice was nasal, and it overflowed little by little with the moan.

He shook his head lightly and said, "No, Ah Sleeve, call me Ah Yu, Ah Yu." ”

"Ah, Ah Yu...... Yikes......"

The sound was like a string of firecrackers being lit violently.

He couldn't help but drive his body quickly and violently with the speed of the non-existent "lead".

It seems that only when you burn all the way to the end can you hear the most intense sound and see the most brilliant fireworks.

He hugged Shang Xue's sleeves tightly, and his wide palms gently rubbed her back, calming her, but looking at her distracted eyes and peach-colored cheeks, he couldn't help but touch her eyebrows, her lips, and everything about her.

But the tide of love began to recede, and every touch he made, her ears, neck, and even her hair would make her rise and fall like a boat being hit by the waves, and she trembled for a while.

Lian Zeyu watched quietly and waited quietly.

The person in front of him, the peach blossom powder on his face will always fade, and the confusion in his eyes will become clear, but every picture in the middle makes him feel very precious - he saw Shang Xue's sleeves slowly calm down, but when she saw herself, her face turned red again.

He couldn't help but smile, why did she blush so easily?

Such a look of shame and annoyance, and a little apprehensive, really made him not love enough and pity enough.

At this moment, Shang Xue's sleeve moved his body slightly, but the next moment he froze there again.

She seemed to want to look down, but eventually gave up.

Lian Zeyu looked at his face like a red cloth, and his smile became thicker, and finally he couldn't help laughing.

With the laughter, his chest rose and fell, and the place of connection was naturally affected.

He pressed Shang Xue's sleeve and wanted to retreat from his body, hugged his side tightly, and said in a dumb voice, "Don't move." ”

This girl also seemed to be aware of the potential danger, and she really didn't dare to move, Lian Zeyu looked at Shang Xue's sleeves' eyes, she was also looking at herself, but for a while, maybe because she had the most intimate relationship, or because she was originally a bold and lonely girl, her arms stretched out of the quilt, and a pair of slender jade hands caressed his face, tracing his eyebrows and eyes.

Finally the hand stopped, and he heard her sigh, not sad, but joyful.

"It was like a dream," she said. ”

Lian Zeyu's heart became sour for no reason, and he hugged her tighter--in fact, it was already very tight, and said, "This is not a dream, Snow Sleeves." ”

"Hmm."

She gently buried her head in his chest, and he slowly stroked it along his hair, and said, "Snow sleeves? ”

The face in her chest rose up, and her eyes were filled with infinite tenderness and sweetness, and she said, "Ah Yu? ”

He answered softly, merrily.

"Hmm."

Once it quieted down, a small room in such a depressed theater, a small world supported by a simple bed and a clean but rough bedding, contained him and her, although relatively silent, in Lian Zeyu's heart, it was far warmer and more lively than the East Palace, which was fragrant with brocade curtains and unextinguished charcoal fire day and night.

He looked at Shang Xue's sleeves, she originally wanted to look at herself without blinking, but slowly her eyelids drooped, her nose moved slightly, and her face was a quiet sleep.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he waited for a long time before slowly withdrawing out, and the sleeping face in front of him frowned slightly, and she leaned back in her direction.

Lian Zeyu looked at Shang Xue's sleeves, who were unreserved even in her sleep, her eyes moistened somehow, and she couldn't bear to shake her lightly, she woke up suddenly, and looked at him a little nervously. (To be continued.) )