When Fu Minghua was startled by Yan Chai's actions, he swept all the boxes, balms and other things in front of the dresser to the ground, making a 'clang' sound. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Outside, Biyun and a few people heard the sound, and they were startled and wanted to come in, but he gritted his teeth and shouted through the carved screen:

"Get out!"

Fu Minghua was put on the ground by him, lying on the stage, frightened.

She could see Yan Chai's somewhat hideous and terrifying eyes from the mirror, and she was afraid of struggling, and her body, which had just been propped up, was pressed by Yan Chai to lie on the dressing table, making her hips high.

Yan chased down her skirt, and under the thin waist, there was a round and plump full arc, which felt good, as if she had held the cream, smooth and plump.

"San Lang ......" she screamed in panic, afraid that he would be reckless, and her eyes were frightened, but he had already gathered her legs together, a pair of straight and slender legs were tightly closed, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Where's the grease you usually use to wipe your face?"

"San Lang, don't ......" She shook her head, struggling to get up, but Yan Chai asked again: "Where is it!" ”

The sword eyebrows were frowned, the eyes were red, and the expression was a little scary.

She was overwhelmed by this momentum and stammered, "In the lower left grid." ”

When the two got married, the dresser that the Xie family played for her was from the hands of the famous craftsman Ma Zhi, the neutral mirror platform, two floors under the stage, there is a portal on the steps, drawers on both sides, the door is opened, there are wood carving beauties to send out fat powder, eyebrows and other things, on both sides of the face balm, powder, tooth paste, etc., there are many types.

Yan Chai had only seen her use these things, but she couldn't name them, and after listening to her at this time, she hurriedly opened the drawer, took out a jar of balm, dug out the remaining some and wiped it between her legs, and his body was close to it.

The rouge gouache was scattered all over the place, and the jewelry was also scattered on the ground, she didn't dare to look at her red face in the mirror, and her waist was firmly bound by him, but he didn't take it seriously, but tightened her legs, she was relieved, knowing his considerate mind, remembering the previous panic, she was both moved and pitiful to him, so she endured the shyness, gathered a pair of long legs, and let him do it.

Although she is not really Dunlun, her long legs are plump and white, and her skin is conditioned like flawless jade, and the **** is like a tender peach, with her shy and timidly and obedient face in the mirror, it adds to the taste.

The long hair hung down, swaying with his movements.

In the past, she was very reserved, never as charming and glamorous as she is today.

He hooked her short undergarment, kissed the snow-white back that was dripping with a little fragrant sweat, and from time to time reached out to palm the soft/jade.

It's just that this kind of action can't relieve the fire in his heart, he tossed for a long time, Fu Minghua's legs trembled, and finally let her go.

Even if she had applied balm, her thighs were still red and swollen, and her complexion was white and flawless, and the red marks were especially conspicuous.

Yan watched it for a long time, regretting it in his heart, but he had to make another inch:

"Yuan Niang, next time you ......" He leaned close to Fu Minghua's ear and whispered to her, causing the beauty to look at him angrily, but he happily took her lips and kissed her.

Fu Minghua's cheeks were slightly red, and as soon as he let go of the tension, he felt like his whole body was falling apart, leaning on the dressing table and shaking, his knees trembling against the drawers under the countertop.

She stretched out her hands to cover her face, and for a moment did not have the courage to turn her head to look at him.

The palm was cold and tender, but the cheek seemed to be on fire.

and secretly looked at Yan Chai's face in the mirror through his fingers, his expression was depressed, his eyes met her, and Fu Minghua was so frightened that he closed his eyes, so he laughed and hugged the person into his arms.

"Next time, I can't do this again...... "She was nourished by the poetry and books of etiquette, and she has always acted in a proper manner, and when she thinks about everything that happened before, her cheeks are still red and dripping with blood, and she can't even raise her head.

The voice is thin and mosquitoes, and every word seems to be contained in the lips and teeth.

Yan Chai deliberately pretended not to hear it, and asked:

"What did Yuan Niang say?"

His face was thick and dark, Fu Minghua didn't have the courage to say it a second time, so he could only pretend to be stupid, and when he asked again, he lowered his head and buried his face in his chest.

Yan Chai couldn't help but smile, her heart was tormented, but seeing her eyes closed and her eyelashes trembling, no matter how uncomfortable she was, she could only endure it.

I had to endure the discomfort, arrange her clothes, tie the belt, and then squat down and pull up the hem of her skirt.

It was only when she saw the long legs that Yan Chai gritted her teeth and kissed her a few times before pulling her skirt on for her.

Fu Minghua turned sideways to tie the belt, but Yan Chai didn't dare to hug her anymore, so she sat on the waist stool by herself, and retreated a little farther away.

He is not a willow Megumi who is not in a mess, and even at this time, he can't think about anything, just obey his heart.

To distract himself, he found something to say:

"The Yin clan came to look for you, I'm afraid it's not just to really beg you." Yan Chai leaned against the screen, only to feel that his mouth was dry, and the throbbing of his body could not be calmed down for a long time, so he changed his posture again: "The Rong family may not really be able to look at the Dingguo Mansion." ”

Fu Minghua tied his clothes, and the heat on his face only decreased slightly, and he saw the boxes and other things on the dressing table that were pushed open by him like autumn wind sweeping leaves, fortunately, there were not many spills, and most of the things were placed in different categories.

Only a few of the two boxes were not picked up, and it was also because she had to wash up after bidding farewell to Yin Lizhi, so they were placed on the countertop.

She forced her composure, but she couldn't listen to what Yan Chai said, and after a while, she repeatedly pressed the back of her cold hand to her face, until the hand was warm, and then put her hand down.

I happened to hear Yan Chai mention that 'the Rong family may not really look up to the Dingguo Mansion', which coincided with her original thoughts.

Fu Minghua nodded, hesitated for a long time, still turned sideways, did not turn his face back, and was about to speak, but felt that his voice was dry, coughed again, felt a little better, and then said:

"I think so, too."

After saying this, she didn't wait for Yan Chai's answer, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at him, and saw Yan Chai's mouth smiling, and her eyes were gentle like water, which made people hate to drown in it.

Her beautiful face began to burn again, as if the place he had touched before was like a fire again.

"What does Saburo think?"

Yan looked at her and didn't speak, I don't know if I heard her ask.

Fu Minghua's eyes showed a misty color, and he asked softly in a trembling voice:

"Saburo?"

He seemed to have woken up, and nodded calmly: "Maybe it's just that the Xue family wants to find a talisman." ”

It's a pity that Yan Chai is not a talisman, but a life-urging talisman. (To be continued.) )