The ointment was fragrant, and it was cold when applied, and it hurt a little, but for Shang Xuesleeve, it was nothing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lian Zeyu looked at her while wiping, her eyes were drooping, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her hand was on the side of his neck, the fingers were delicate and delicate, and they were unconsciously rubbing one by one.

Lian Zeyu's throat couldn't help but move, he put away the ointment, put it aside, and slowly covered her back with his hands, now his hands were much warmer than her cool back, and she had no intention of rejecting his touch.

Meandering down the slender and supple curves of her back, she could almost foresee the scenery beneath the baggy skirt that she hadn't noticed.

Lian Zeyu's voice was already a little hoarse, and he said, "Ah sleeve." ”

"Huh?" Shang Xue's sleeves drooped slightly, her eyelashes rolled effortlessly, and she became a little listless.

Lian Zeyu loved her very much.

She was accustomed to his presence, and every time she touched it like this, she would be like a lazy cat, revealing a lazy and charming appearance, as if she didn't want to lift a finger, as if she didn't want to think about anything.

Lian Zeyu said again: "Ah sleeve? ”

His hand reached down, and Shang Xue's sleeves moved uneasily.

Every time he breathed, it was like the wind blowing through a sea of flowers, and the wind passed through the sea of flowers, and transformed into countless gentle hands, gently brushing between her lips, teeth and eyebrows, and everywhere around her.

He was still haunted by the previous events, and repeatedly told her in her ear: "Ah Sleeve, believe me, I will never ...... again"

There was such a big turmoil, she might have the backbone to keep him out.

The moment he realized this, Shang Xuesleeve felt a little desolate in the tiredness, and he would not be able to ......

Compared with him, the son of heaven who often claims to be a lonely man, he can only trust himself in the harem, isn't he even more lonely?

may be because of this, so she is particularly eager for his hug and warmth, and cherishes every time she spends time with him, so that every joy is rendered into different treasured memories in her mind.

Therefore, once you get close to him and get close to him, you can't help sinking, as if you have been poisoned and addicted.

This trace of desolation was overwhelmed by the overwhelming invasion in a blink of an eye, and Shang Xuesleeve no longer had time to take it out alone to taste, only doing useless refusal, but he was already soft in his hands and legs.

He carefully avoided her wounds, and led her hand to the hem of his clothes, his fingers intertwined, and he didn't know whose hand had untied it.

He saw that Shang Xuesleeve turned his head, but he didn't look at him, but his cheeks were already flushed, so he laughed: "Ah Sleeve is so anxious, but for such a while, your husband's clothes have been untied by you." ”

Shang Xue was angry, and the grievances in her heart had not been resolved, and her voice was already crying, and she said, "You are in a hurry!" ”

"Okay, I'm anxious for my husband."

Shang Xue's eyes were slightly hot, if he wanted to refute him, he and the queen of Kunning Hall were husband and wife, and he didn't want to say it, but in just a moment, his fingers were already brought to his mouth and kissed.

The prickly feeling of the stubble, as well as the faint feeling of wetness, made the tingling of her fingertips spread to her heart, and then from her heart to her limbs.

She couldn't help curling her fingers, and tried hard to pull them back, but then her wrists, arms, shoulders, and neck sockets ...... and fell one after another.

Her hands were empty, but she unconsciously inserted them into his hair, and she didn't know whether to push him away or hug him tighter.

In her confusion, she squinted slightly, caught a glimpse of the figure opposite, and then suddenly remembered that they were sitting in front of the dressing table.

In the mirror, the eyes are blurred, the red lips are like unopened figures, the eyebrows and corners of the eyes are soaked in spring, and the look is intoxicated.

Shang Xue's face was even more blushing, she had already been conquered by the city, and there was almost no armor left, but when she saw herself in the mirror at this moment, the huge waves that surged up from nowhere turned her into the air all of a sudden, and her heart seemed to fall from the sky so helpless and empty......

In the panic and thirst, she could no longer control her screams.

Her tears slipped down instantly, and she was very annoyed in her heart, but it was mixed with inexplicable gratitude.

He used himself to catch her as she fell, and she instantly experienced from incomparably empty to incomparably full.

She alternated between these two states.

Her glamorous and indulgent face was reflected in the makeup mirror opposite, her snow-colored skin was reflected like beeswax in the faint light of the lantern, and fine beads of sweat slid down on it, but she still left a dark purple undershirt on her body, which set off a strange sense of prodigality.

She wanted to pull out her hand to cover her face, but her hands were already tightly imprisoned by him, so she simply closed her eyes, but he kept seducing her: "Ah Sleeve, open your eyes......"

Shang Xue's heart was shaken, this sentence was what he said when he followed him for the first time.

At that time, she opened her eyes and saw that her Ah Yu was also looking at her.

She opened her eyes and closed them again, with a bit of hatred in her heart.

"Why don't you look at it?" He said in her ear again, with a thick grievance in his voice: "Ah Sleeve is peerless at this time, unparalleled in the world, I didn't see it myself this time, I specially left it for Ah Sleeve to see......"

"Who wants to see ......" Shang Xuesleeve trembled even more when he thought of the scene he had just glimpsed.

She bit her lip and tried to tighten her waist, and then she heard his wheezing sound a little heavier, as if revenge, no longer lingering on the corners of her lips and neck sockets, but lowered her head even more, and bit through her underwear.

She hummed softly in a thick nasal voice, kept dodging, writhing, but how difficult!

And as soon as he let go of one side, she didn't have a moment to recuperate, and the other side was treated like this, like punishment, and pushed her to the top of the cliff alternately.

She felt his pause, as if she was about to be pushed down, and she didn't know when the end would come, and when she was dazed and panicked, she heard him say, "Open your eyes, Ah Sleeve." ”

Shang Xuesleeve was afraid of being tortured like this again after death, and he didn't dare to open his eyes in a little disobedience.

At this moment, her hands were pulled down by him, and his other hand tightened her waist, shaking the non-existent cliff with a quick and heavy blow.

Her whole world collapsed from under her, and it was at this time that she still subconsciously didn't dare to close her eyes.

The man in the mirror was shaking, his eyebrows were frowning, and his eyes were raised, as if he was pouring out the interweaving of pain and pleasure, but his eyes almost melted into water, and indeed flowed out, Joan's nose fluttered rapidly, and his red lips were biting at first, but then he finally gave up resistance, and let out a short moan, unable to say even a complete sentence.