"There is no hiding. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" She whispered, still pretending to be calm, but the two of them were so close, his chest in only a thin bedgown pressed against hers, and he could feel the rolling mountains trembling slightly with every breath she had, and the rapid heartbeat.

It's a much more enticing feeling than you used to imagine.

He gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes as she was suppressed by himself and unable to dodge, allowing him to plunder.

Yan Chai endured and endured, his expression was cloudy, his body was tense, and he propped himself on the side of Fu Minghua's arm, preventing her from struggling with the arm as much as steel, as if as long as he was willing, the strength would be able to erupt.

Fu Minghua's heart beat faster.

She remembered what Cui Guifei said, obviously he should be better after marriage, but at this time, it seems that not only is it not good, but it is even more scary.

Yan Chai's other hand caressed her cheek, stroked past her lips, and landed on her delicate chin, she swallowed saliva, he seemed to feel it, lowered his head and gently gnawed her chin, she felt that something was not quite right.

Something was resting on her lap, and she remembered the paintings she had seen, as well as the Buddha of Joy that the palace grandmother had taken out, and she was about to struggle.

"I've got someone to prepare a meal and eat with me." As soon as she moved, Yan chased her changed face, so she stood up and pulled her up, she was still shaking.

Yan Chai wanted to laugh a little. She is not small, she can see from the fact that she is cleaning up the prince of Zhongxin County, and her personality is demure and steady, she is really frightened at this time, and her fingertips are trembling.

He sighed, one of her shoes had fallen off just as she was struggling, he bent down to pick it up, bent one leg, lifted her foot on his own thigh, and took the shoe to put it on for her.

This is the first time Yan Chai has really seen her delicate and small jade feet.

It is different from the last time when Xie Mansion was half-hidden and half-hidden, and only one-tenth of the scenery was glimpsed.

She just washed up, and she didn't wear Danluo socks.

The jade snow on that foot is cute, small and soft, and the flesh of the five toes is whirring, and it is also dyed with impatiens juice, which makes it look like the skin is snowy.

The ankle-to-soles of his feet bent in a seductive arc, and he pulled his palms together and wrapped her jade feet tightly in his palms, which he had wanted to do for a long time.

The calloused fingertips stroked over and over the soles of her feet, the force became heavier and heavier each time, and each time it fell, it pressed the soft jade feet out of the shallow socket, leaving pink marks when stroked.

Fu Minghua propped up his upper body, and his feet wanted to shrink back.

Yan Chai sighed, his voice a little hoarse: "Don't move." ”

took the delicate soft-soled shoes and put them on for her, Fu Minghua clenched his fists and gasped slightly: "You shouldn't do such a thing." ”

He didn't say anything, just pinched her ankle before saying, "I think it should be." His clothes were half-open and undignified, his chest loomed, his waistcoat was clinging to his body, and a few strands of hair hung down on his chest.

It was at this time that he still showed a strong momentum.

A simple meal was placed in the outer room, Mama Jiang was not there, and Biyun waited for Fu Minghua to serve porridge.

She hadn't eaten for almost the whole day, and she couldn't stand anything too greasy.

Fortunately, the chef in King Qin's mansion is also from the Cui family, and the craftsmanship is not bad, and the most important thing is that several small dishes on the table were eaten in Cui Guifei's Penglai Pavilion that day, and she felt that the taste was not bad, and Yan Chai wrote them down one by one.

What she liked the most was that the cook boiled a pot of porridge with seasonal vegetables and fruits as auxiliary materials, which was sweet and refreshing, and Fu Minghua ate a bowl before putting the spoon aside.

Some of the light soups were also delicious, and her stomach was only seven points full, but Yan Chai next to her looked at her with burning eyes, which made Fu Minghua tense.

When Mama Jiang came in, she felt that there was something wrong with her appearance.

She seemed very nervous.

Voices can still be heard outside, Qi Shao and Yao Shi, as well as the officials and clans of Honglu Temple, are recruiting hundreds of civil and military officials, and Fu Houye is also here.

When Mama Jiang saw her put down her chopsticks, she took a handkerchief and came over to wipe her hands, and asked with her eyes.

Fu Minghua's palms gradually sweated, Biyun and the others took the dishes and chopsticks and went down, and there were gradually fewer people in the house, and there was no longer a need for people to be on duty in the inner room tonight, just stand in the small room on the side of the outdoor room and rest.

It was windy at night, and Yan chased her to dinner, and her hair was already dry.

Seeing that she was sitting still, he stretched out his hand to her, Fu Minghua exhaled several times in a row, and put his hand in his palm.

Yan chased her hand and pulled her closer to herself, but she felt unsatisfied, so she simply hugged her waist and hugged her into her arms.

Fu Minghua didn't expect him to do this, so he instinctively tightened Yan Chai's clothes. His silk garment was thin and light, and he had not been dressed securely, but when he pulled it, he leaned to one side, revealing half of his shoulders.

His half-exposed body has beautiful lines, well-defined textures, and his chest breathing undulates and falls, which seems to contain great strength.

She is not too thin, but he picked it up easily, and strode into the inner room, the closer Fu Minghua got to the inner room, the more nervous he became, and when he stepped on the foot, Yan Chai's eyes became deep.

Every breath carries a feeling of greed and longing.

Fu Minghua was put on the bed, Yan Chai first took off her shoes and socks for her, she bent her legs to retreat to the bed, Yan Chai watched her movements, and did not stop it, so she took off her bedclothes by herself, and then said softly: "Yuan Niang come here." ”

How dare she go over? His eyes were terrifying, and he looked at her like a lion patrolling his territory.

Fu Minghua turned his head away, his face flushed even deeper, and only after hesitating for a moment, Yan Chai had already grabbed the quilt spread on the bed and pulled it hard.

She sat on the quilt, she didn't expect him to do this, and suddenly she fell into his already open arms.

Yan Chai was like a hunter who had successfully hunted, half-kneeling on the bed, looking at her hair scattered, and lowering her head again.

This time she fell back into the air, and she pinned her face, and her lips only kissed her tender lips.

But just like this, it has been several times better than the touch when she applied rouge before.

He wrapped one hand around his waist, held her cheek with the other, and stretched out his tongue **** over her lips, both of them trembling.

Yan Chai hugged her tighter with his arms, as if he was about to rub her into his body.

Her lips were sucked by him, and she couldn't breathe, and instinctively opened her mouth to shout, and the tip of his tongue invaded in one fell swoop.

This hair was out of control, he seemed to have found a fresh toy, and he became addicted to it.

The tip of his tongue licked every part of her mouth, Fu Minghua couldn't shout, he could only grasp his shoulders tightly with both hands, and supported his body with his arms holding his waist.

With the strength to suck her breath away, he stained her lips and tongue with his own breath. (To be continued.) )