If he knew what Meng Yuan was thinking at the moment, Fu Jun would probably have to be silent.

No one is served, and she eats freely, this is her true face, and she used it for a long time to get used to the maid's cloth dishes.

The two of them went to the west room hand in hand, and the meal was already on the table.

Meng Yuan pulled Fu Jun to sit down, picked up the spoon and scooped a small bowl of chicken soup with sour bamboo shoots, put it in front of Fu Jun, and said softly, "Drink some soup first." ”

Fu Jun scooped up a spoonful of his mouth, his eyes narrowed. The fresh aroma of the chicken soup and the freshness of the sour bamboo shoots are vividly displayed in this soup.

After taking a small sip of soup, she also helped Meng Yuan scoop a bowl, piled up a lot of mushrooms, tender bamboo shoots and chicken, pushed the bowl to him and smiled: "You also eat more, the food in the barracks is definitely not as good as Sister-in-law Chang's craftsmanship." ”

Chang's sister-in-law was personally picked out by Fu Geng, not only did she make Huaiyang dishes well, but also knew the principle of food supplements, she was especially cautious, and was fully responsible for Fu Jun's food.

A smile flashed in Meng Yuan's starry eyes, he picked up the bowl and took a sip of soup, and said, "It's good to have hot food in the barracks." ”

When he had said this, he stopped talking, but swept the food on the table like a storm.

Fu Jun looked at him sideways. His eating appearance is also like him, clean and neat, without hesitation, all the chopsticks will not change, and even the trajectory of the chopsticks in the air is as sharp as a blade.

Seeing that he was eating well, Fu Jun also had a great appetite, and used half a bowl of rice more than usual.

After a short walk after the meal, Meng Yuan was impatient to go to bed.

Fu Jun couldn't. He had to send everyone out, and even the hot water was prepared in the clean room in advance.

When the red candle was faint, the silk tent was light, and the two of them were in the tent, Meng Yuan turned his head to stare at Fu Jun, and the flame in his eyes was already faintly ignited.

Fu Jun was a little nervous for no reason, looked at him cautiously and asked, "You...... What to do? ”

Meng Yuan hooked his lips and smiled, and suddenly reached out and pressed his hand to the top of the tent, but as soon as he heard the "click", something fell across Fu Jun's head.

Fu Jun was slightly surprised and looked up. But he saw that it was a wooden stick painted crimson. There is a hole at both ends, which is suspended by a very thick red rope from the wooden shelves on both sides of the bed/.

"This is ......" Fu Jun only asked these two words, his waist was tight, and Meng Yuan's iron arm was already wrapped around his body. Grabbed her closer.

It's still summer. I wore less on my body. Fu Jun was forced by Meng Yuan's threat again. ONLY A TRANSLUCENT TULLE WAS DRAPED OVER THE BRA AND PANTS. She didn't know that when she looked up, the veil spread out to the sides with her movements. Revealing the faint purple clothes, the ice muscles and jade skin on the edge of the clothes bulging like a pile of frost and snow, Meng Yuan's eyes were already straight, and he immediately moved.

As if peeling off a new bamboo shoot, the emerald tulle on her body was peeled off on both sides, and Meng Yuan's hand had an extremely long purple ribbon at some point.

He didn't speak, but wrapped the ribbon around the pair of sparkling and slender wrists, and after a few twists and turns to try the tightness, he made a circle around the wooden stick with the tail on top of his head, and tied a strong knot.

Fu Jun was a little confused.

It wasn't until Meng Yuan had done all the movements and looked at her with burning eyes that she realized that she was actually suspended by Meng Yuan from the wooden stick. At this moment, she uses the crook of her arm as the fulcrum, tied to the top of her head at 90 degrees, and can only kneel or sit, but she can't lie down at all.

Her face was red as if it were dripping blood.

Where did Meng Yuan learn this? It's just ......

Before she could come up with a reason, she heard a soft "snort", and the little clothes had been torn into two pieces by Meng Yuan. His strength was used very skillfully, the thin fabric was torn but not broken, and with a flick of his hand, the small coat hung in the crook of Fu Jun's arm. Subsequently, the pants on her body were also concocted in the same way.

There was a gust of wind outside the tent, and it was slightly cool, and it came across the tent. The key points on Fu Jun's body were all invisible, and he couldn't help but shrink a little, his frosty skin was as smooth as jade, drawing a charming arc in the air.

Meng Yuan's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he lowered his head to seal his moist red lips.

Hot breath erupted from his mouth, burning her skin little by little. She shuddered a little, but her heart was like a ball of magma. His movements were fierce and wild, as if he wanted to devour her alive, making her tremble from the bottom of her heart, and a layer of cherry powder quickly floated on her smooth skin, shining in the dark tent.

Fu Jun never knew that it was so addictive to be so desperately needed by a person who was so hungry/like/thirsty.

At that moment, she was like being in the scorching sea, wrapped in his heat, and she could no longer have a thought. And her heart, like her body, was tossed up and pressed by those powerful arms, over and over again, never stopping. She was like a boat in the sea, unable to rise or fall, only to let her powerful body throw her into the boundless distance, and then pull her back to his side.

In the end, Fu Jun couldn't even move a finger, and in the red silk, except for the occasional whimper of her "mmmmm", there was only a turbid/gasp/breath......

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The result of the overnight hibiscus tent warming/spring/night was that when he got up the next morning, Fu Jun was dragged up by Meng Yuan.

I slept too late last night, causing Fu Jun to lack sleep.

However, when she sat in front of the mirror, the girl's eyes in the mirror were filled with mist, her cheeks were flushed with delicate peach pink, and her red lips were tender and dripping. All this shows that this sixteen-year-old body is actually quite comfortable and enjoying the events of last night.

And, her core, seems to be very happy.

This thought made Fu Jun's heart tremble again.

She turned her eyes away, not daring to look at the delicate face in the mirror that was about to drip water, and quickly turned out the incense powder and covered it with a thin layer, which made her complexion more normal.

As early as when the maids swarmed into the house, Meng Yuan went out with a long knife.

This is his daily routine, the time is indefinite, usually when the maid enters the house, he will go to practice swordsmanship.

When Fu Jun finally finished dressing up, Meng Yuan also turned around.

He had obviously bathed in the outer study, and changed into a clean ink-colored jacket, with a fresh scent of soaphorn on his body.

As soon as he entered the house, the maids avoided the house in unison, but Shen's mother stayed behind to help Fu Jun sort out her clothes.

Fortunately, Meng Yuan does not have "mother-in-law phobia". Looking at the only remaining service staff, Fu Jun secretly felt lucky.

At this time, it was already dawn, and the two of them did not delay much, and after tidying up, they used a few mouthfuls of snacks, and then went to greet the Guogong and his wife.

As soon as he walked to the corridor of the Suxin Pavilion, Fu Jun heard the sound of laughter coming from the house, mixed with Wu's somewhat proud voice.

She glanced at Meng Yuan, and Meng Yuan leaned into her ear and whispered, "Meng Chong is back." ”

Fu Jun nodded, did not stop, and followed Meng Yuan into the bright room. (To be continued.) )