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Hongyu naturally refused to follow him, waving her palms and hitting him on the body and even in the face, but the time spent together made this man know her too well, even if five years passed, even if time passed, he could still easily break all her packages - as long as he wanted.

Even if in the end, she hated it so much that she used brute force and force, but she still did not break free from the shackles of men, but was half-dragged and half-hugged by him all the way to the bed.

The huge dragon bed, every **** night and night in the past five years, Nangong Che felt quiet and cold, but with her, it seemed that every qiē would become different.

"Yu'er, be good, don't move."

The same thing, when he did it for five years, in addition to being rude and arrogant, even if he was gentle, he did not have the slightest pity, but now he was careful for fear that he would not serve her well.

Hongyu smiled bitterly and bit her lip hard, and the tears that had finally stopped began to fall again.

"Nangong Che, if you don't stop again, don't think about me telling you half a word in the future."

When the man heard this, he stiffened.

All the movements suddenly stopped, and even the flow of air seemed to be silent, and the whole surroundings were frozen.

He looked up, staring at her with scarlet eyes, but panicked when his gaze touched the tear stains on her face.

Her tone was so calm that he didn't even know she was crying after seeing it with his own eyes.

It was the second time she had cried tonight, and she hadn't cried once in five years, and he had made her cry twice in one night.

She really should have hated him.

"I won't touch you, Yu'er."

The man's sudden gentle voice and coaxing did not stop her silent crying, but made her tears more and more turbulent, he kissed the wet marks on her face little by little, and leaned over to look down at her lying on the bed, "Sleep with me, I won't touch you." ”

Hongyu could clearly feel his stiffness, and at this time, if he didn't touch her, the last thing he should have done was to hold her. But the man fearlessly wrapped his arms around her, pulled the quilt and covered the two of them.

"Sleep."

He uttered a word as if he were commanding, and then, as if he was afraid of being rejected by her, he immediately closed his eyes.

Hongyu didn't dare to provoke him again, it was better to sleep together than just now, she took a breath and slowly closed her eyes.

The candle flame went out, and I don't know how long it took, until the sound of her fine and even breathing came, Nangong Che opened his eyes and looked at her again.

In the dark, her face was still as enchanting as before, but looking back, it was like poison eating at his heart.

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Dongjiao, Longyin Palace.

Feng Qian woke up in the morning, his expression was still a little dazed, so when he got up, he didn't have any consciousness at all. It wasn't until the feeling of soreness swept over her body that she gasped for cold air with a "hiss", and then her little face distorted, silently scolding someone hundreds of times in her heart.

Damn, at such an old age, why is his body still so perverted as it was at the beginning?

I don't know how to be modest!

Later, when Jun Moying came back from the early dynasty, when the family of five had breakfast together, Feng Qian was still sulking with a sore waist, so he didn't plan to pay attention to him at all, even if he asked her back, her face was as dark as a briquette.

Until......

"Father, what is that ...... in your neck?"