Fu Jun's breathing was already chaotic, and he could no longer think.

Their breath was entangled/entangled/in one place, not distinguishing each other, and their bodies were the same, for a moment, Fu Jun felt that their souls seemed to be entangled/entangled/together, / / neck intersected, resisting death/entanglement/lingering. From hair to fingertips, from body to soul, she seemed to be crushed and remixed inch by inch by him, reshaped, reborn, and as if he had penetrated her body, and never again the same she she used to be.

The silk tent was blown by the wind, and the air was filled with a sweet fragrance......

Facts have proved that before Meng Yuan's powerful offensive, Fu Jun's battle scumbag physique did not even have the strength to resist, and the occasional dialogue in the silk tent also became the best evidence of this "battle situation":

"Are you used to it now?" The male voice asked, his voice low and drumming.

"I really haven't ...... yet" The female voice was interrupted by a violent "babbling" of the /bed/tent.

…… Half an hour later, the conversation sounded again:

"Now, are you used to it?" The male voice breathed slightly, and his voice was as deep as a drum.

"You're so ...... It's unreasonable, let's talk about it......" The female voice gasped softly, but she still didn't finish her sentence, because the /bed/ began to shake violently again.

…… Half an hour later, this time it was the female voice who took the initiative to speak: "Get used to it...... It's true...... I'm really used to ......" wet tail note, which seems to still have a damp watery meaning.

"That's good. Come, let you get used to it again. The man's voice was as low as wine. With a faint smile......

So, it was a few more braces.

Finally, Meng Yuan still knew that it was daytime, so he was a little restrained, and he cared for Fu Jun's weak body, so he didn't exert too much force every time. Rao is like this, Fu Jun didn't have the strength to get out of bed/, and in the end he was still carried into the clean room by Meng Yuan.

It was almost noon at this moment, and under Meng Yuan's diligent "service", Fu Jun hastily washed up and changed into clean clothes. Only then did I feel a little refreshed. And Meng Yuan's clothes were also put on by Fu Jun.

She couldn't help it. Meng Yuan said that if she didn't change his clothes, he would be willing to sacrifice a little more time in order to make his beloved wife "get used to it" more.

Fu Jun immediately admitted it.

Such a disparity in the value of force comparison. Fu Jun thinks. It is a wise choice to plant.

She took Meng Yuan's clothes. After a gesture towards him, he realized that she was much shorter than him. It's a bit inconvenient to change his clothes. Of course, this was not difficult for our smart Miss Fu Si, and soon she dragged a small pestle and stood on the pestle to start solving Meng Yuan's dressing problem.

Meng Yuan felt that she couldn't get enough of him like this.

She stood on the small pestle, her clear eyes stared intently at his belt, carefully tying the knots, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her moist red lips were pursed for a while, and then opened again, and her snow-like skin contained a faint layer of cherry powder, which was difficult to describe.

Meng Yuan couldn't help curling the corners of his lips, feeling that she was like a small lark now. She was a little smaller, and she was only as tall as him when she stood on a pestle. However, such a height is just right for stealing/incense/stealing/jade, picking fruits and picking cherry blossoms.

It took about a stick of incense to finish Meng Yuan's dressing plan out of breath, and after rearranging the dress on his body, Meng Yuan hugged her off the pestle, but did not let go of her, but took her into his arms, and did not want to let go for a while.

Her scent is light and slightly sweet, like the scent of apricot blossoms in February. The aroma intoxicated him, and he felt that hugging each other like this was extremely reassuring.

At that moment, he finally understood what Qin Se was in the palace and what it meant to be quiet and good. When you are with the person you like, even if you don't do anything, just hug quietly like this, you will already be peaceful and happy, far better than everything in the world.

Meng Yuan carried Fu Jun out of the clean room, and sat in front of the mirror with her.

Fu Jun doesn't hate this feeling. Deep down, she even likes it. The loneliness that was deeply imprinted in his bones and blood gradually melted and dissipated in his warm embrace.

For the first time, Fu Jun felt that it was also a very happy thing to have a close partner by her side.

Sitting in front of the makeup mirror, both of them were a little troubled.

Fu Jun can only comb his ponytail, but he can't do anything about it. Meng Yuan didn't know how to comb his hair. It's just that at this time, he didn't want to call someone in to disturb him, and Fu Jun was also afraid of seeing them.

She still felt a little embarrassed. In particular, the current appearance of the room is that it has only gone through several "movements". Before going to the clean room, she had tried her best to restore the /bed/bunk to its original state, but she didn't have the ability to sew up the two torn ancient versions of B/R/A and P/A/N/T/S. She didn't want to think about it for a moment as they cleaned up the room.

The two of them were stunned in front of the mirror for a while. Of course, it was mainly Fu Jun who was in a daze, but Meng Yuan was pleasant, sometimes pecking her lips and grabbing her waist, with joy and satisfaction between her eyebrows and eyes.

It was under such circumstances that Fu Jun helped Meng Yuan comb a men's high ponytail and combed himself with a double ponytail.

Meng Yuan looked at her twice, as if he was not satisfied, untied the emerald hairband on her hair, opened the jewelry box, picked out two purple ribbons and handed them over, and said with a low smile: "It's still the best color to look at, change this." Then he buried his head in her neck, his breath was hot, and his voice was low: "Tonight, you still wear that little coat." ”

It's not an inquiry, it's not a request, it's a declarative statement. Fu Jun believes that if she doesn't follow her words, tonight will definitely not be easy.

She really wanted to sigh.

It was easy to clean up and see people, so Fu Jun pushed Meng Yuan: "I'm very hungry, aren't you hungry?" ”

From last night to mid-afternoon, Fu Jun was already hungry.

Meng Yuan was stunned. Judging by his expression, maybe this will make him remember that there is such a thing as eating. He really didn't feel hungry. He came back last night and ate something in the outer study, plus this night show/sex/meal, he didn't feel anything at this time.

However, he was also happy when she shouted to him that she was hungry.

Meng Yuan stretched out his finger and tapped on the tip of her nose, and said with a low smile: "It's wrong for my husband, I'm hungry for my beloved wife." After that, he hugged her again, then let her down, took her hand and smiled: "Call someone in." ”

Fu Jun nodded, and didn't shake off his hand.

The corners of Meng Yuan's lips hooked upwards again.

She accepted his intimacy so calmly, and she also looked casual and natural cute. (To be continued.) )