Meng Yuan couldn't sit still a little bit.

His throat was dry and smoking, his whole body was stiff, and the blood rushed into his mind, and then it rushed downward, and his forehead was already sweating.

The weather in May was already a little hot, coupled with Fu Jun's tossing, Meng Yuan was not only sweating on his forehead now, but his whole person was also on fire. And the man who lit the fire still slept soundly beside him with a most innocent expression.

Meng Yuan didn't expect that her little clothes would be like this.

The small coat was very short, only reaching under the ribs, and the small coat was not a complete piece, but cut into two pieces, soft dark purple embroidered butterfly pattern Hangzhou silk, wrapped in the bright moon, plain white frost and snow. The frenulum was knotted from the front to the back of the neck, and the long tail of the strap turned around the crystal snow neck and hung down in front of him.

The faint purple and the greasy white complemented each other, and when he looked at Meng Yuan's veins, his eyes became extremely dark.

His gaze stayed there for a long time, tossing and turning, his breathing being cloudy, and waves of hot lava gushing out of his heart.

What's worse is her pants.

Her pants were also extremely short, barely enough to cover key areas. The slender legs were slender and bent all the way to the hem of his robe, the round knees were small and delicate, and the smooth skin was smooth and dizzy in the dim light.

All the fabric on her body was not enough for one of his sleeves, which was almost like an inch of clothing, outlining her figure very well.

From the delicate shoulders to the slender waist, it is a wonderful curve that gradually concaves, and from the waist downwards, it gradually becomes rounded, and the arc becomes more and more full and plump.

Through a thin fabric. He could even feel her knees against his calves, the soft touch making his breathing quicker and faster, and her tender arms were in a terrible position, the fabric beside her arms was suspiciously high and tending to grow.

Meng Yuan felt that the temperature in the silk tent was scorching, so hot that people could barely breathe.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping face next to him.

She didn't sleep well, her cheeks reddened, her eyelashes quivering, her cherry blossom-like lips slightly open, and her sweet breath sprayed on his hands. Inch by inch, it burned his skin.

She moved again.

I don't know if I feel uncomfortable. Still feeling that there was one more person around her, her eyebrows furrowed, and she adjusted her posture again.

This slight movement finally brought her arms together around his waist. And the things under the purple coat. It was also clinging to his waist.

Meng Yuan straightened his body in an instant.

All of his blood was rushing to the spot where he touched her at that moment. Crazy downwelling again.

A faint flame rose from Meng Yuan's ice-hardened eyes. He took a deep breath and rolled over to hold her down, taking the ruddy cherry blossom in his mouth.

It was the soft flap of his lips that he had missed countless days and nights. It's soft to the touch, and every breath is intoxicatingly sweet.

The spark of the spark will eventually burn the prairie fire.

From the touch to the depth, this time was less than a second, and when she couldn't breathe, he drove smoothly, and his hand was like an explorer chasing everywhere, only to feel that the scenery everywhere was intoxicating.

Her clothes faded easily, but he was a little verbose.

He didn't care about any of that, and tugged at the complicated straps, hers or his. Sometimes he would pause, careful to avoid her hair, but more often he was tough, without a hint of hesitation or hesitation.

Under such a fierce action, no one can continue to sleep.

Fu Jun was awakened by a strange feeling, and when he opened his eyes, he crashed into a pair of familiar eyes, which were full of fragments of brilliance.

"I'm back, we/round/room." He whispered in her ear, a strong tone with no mistaking.

Round/room? Right now?

Fu Jun had a feeling of confusion for a while, and his increasingly rapid breathing, as well as contact from certain parts of his body, instinctively made her feel dangerous.

She struggled for a moment, and then she realized the infinite intimacy of their posture at this moment.

Her hands were held high above the top, firmly clasped by one of his hands, his palms were wide and powerful, and her slender wrists were closed in his palms, unable to move at all.

And his other hand is following the instinct of his body, doing all the movements guided by instinct. A strange and familiar tingling sensation quickly spread to his limbs with his movements.

"Wait...... Hmm...... Fu Jun only had time to spit out one word, and the rest of the words were swallowed up by him. After a long time, he let go of her lips and leaned forward to take her earballs, and his deep voice was as dark as a drum, which made people palpitate: "For now, don't wait." ”

She was not allowed to have extra words, his movements were more firm than his words, and Fu Jun almost didn't have time to wait for his willpower to return, and he had already fallen on all fronts. His hot breath, along with the heat on his body, wrapped heavily around her, making her feel like she was dreaming.

She wanted to ask him when he was back; She also wanted to remind him that she had just woken up and was not fit for a sudden/intense/intense exercise; She wanted to ask him to see if it was her dream or if it was the reality of what was happening.

However, all her words and thoughts were burned to ashes in a burst of hot heat, and he devoured them. Occasionally, what rushed out of his throat was only a few broken whimperes.

The red candle flickered, and the twilight/spring/wind blew into the room. The curtain obscured the scene in the bed, and only the shelf/bed, made of rosewood, babbled incessantly on this May night, and the sound was intermittent until the sky was about to dawn......

Fu Jun slept until three o'clock in the sun before waking up.

The moment she opened her eyes, her first reaction was: I was afraid that it would be too late to go to Rongxuan Hall to ask for peace.

After a while, she was relieved, and she no longer had to go to Rongxuan Hall to say goodbye. She now lives in the county lord's mansion, and she doesn't need to greet anyone at all.

Then, memories of last night flooded into her mind, and it was only then that she noticed something strange coming from her body.

Fu Jun closed his eyes.

A good memory is not always a good thing. For example, at this moment, those / fragrant / glamorous images are constantly replaying in her mind, and she can even count the number of times last night. And Meng Yuan's far from hungry expression she also remembered very clearly, his patience with a look of pity, also made her heart throb with it, until this moment of recall, the tremor from the bottom of her heart still lingered, little by little.

She closed her eyes tightly, not daring to think about the scene when she opened her eyes for a moment and faced him.

Everything last night had come so suddenly, so fast that she didn't even have a second to think, and she surrendered everything to her body's instinct, and at this moment, she felt a little embarrassed.

After all, they haven't even talked about a serious relationship, just a marriage proposal, a few kisses, and they have come to the point of a husband and wife round house. Rao is Fu Jun has a soul from modern times, and this scene still makes her not know how to face it. (To be continued.) )

PS: I don't know what's going on.,This chapter was supposed to be sent after seven o'clock in the evening.,The background display is also posted.,But there's no on the page.,I'll try again.。