After a long time, Fu Jun finally opened his eyes and turned his eyes to the side.

Meng Yuan was sitting on the side of the bed, holding a book in his hand, but he had never read it, his eyes were fixed on her, and he was already so fascinated by the beautiful scenery in front of him that he couldn't speak.

She woke up, her clear eyes contained a layer of mist, and she looked over in a daze, with a little dazed. It was about a little hot to sleep, and the brocade quilt was only piled up on her chest and abdomen, revealing a large area of snow-white and crystalline skin, like a snow-white jade, like a moon ring in the moist place, and a beautiful place like cream, which really made people's hearts itch, and the black hair was blocked in front of it, and it could not hide this beautiful scenery, but it was even more attractive.

Seeing her come over, he reluctantly turned his gaze away, hooked the corners of his lips and looked at her, his eyes were as gentle as water.

I don't know how long he's been looking at her like this.

Fu Jun suddenly felt a little ashamed in his heart.

Not ashamed of his gaze, but ashamed of his own state at the moment. She pulled the quilt down to her chin and felt the skin around her lips be slightly dry/hard. She suspected that she was drooling while sleeping.

Meng Yuan may have seen it all.

This thought made Fu Jun extremely embarrassed for a while. She couldn't handle the feeling of all of a sudden all her privacy being shared.

"You're awake." Meng Yuan's eyes were fixed in her eyes, and her drum-like voice was low and gentle.

Fu Jun instinctively staggered his gaze, and at the same time raised his hand to wipe the corners of his lips, and a suspicious red cloud appeared on his face.

Meng Yuan suddenly chuckled.

"What's so funny." Fu Jun muttered, after all, he didn't have the courage to look at him. Half-straightened up, and reached for the weeping begonia silver inlaid jade tent hook by the tent.

The / bed / tent is divided into two layers, there is a thin tent is located in the middle of the / bed / , if put down can form two relatively independent spaces, do not disturb each other.

"What are you going to do here? Do you want to sleep again? Meng Yuan looked at her with some amusement.

She seemed to be a little angry now, her cheeks bulged slightly, and her cherry lips pursed like ripe pink fruit. But on the contrary, one of the straps of her small coat was still on her shoulders, and she couldn't get rid of it, and the brocade quilt was only blocked at her chin. But I didn't care about my legs. At this moment, she was purple-clothed and snow-skinned, with black hair and red lips. That will not hide the beauty, it is simply tempting to sin.

Meng Yuan's breathing became a little rapid again.

Fu Jun ignored him and continued to put the tent hook.

Even though they're already sleeping/together, she still wants to be more private/private about changing clothes.

Meng Yuan's eyes became darker and darker.

She straightened her arms. Desperately try to reach the hook. The other hand didn't bother to cover the brocade quilt. The bent waist line that faintly sticks out of the quilt is so delicate that people want to grasp it. And as long as he thought about the large scenery that Jin was conquered several times last night, Meng Yuan couldn't help but feel his blood swelling.

He reached out and took her hand. looked at her with lowered eyes, and said softly: "We are already husband and wife, what are you shy about?" ”

Fu Jun couldn't help but glance at him.

She's just embarrassed.

Her mental age is much older than his, and even if she is already a husband and wife, it will take a little time to accept it. Besides, his performance last night was too ......

Fu Jun turned his gaze away, trying to ignore the slight discomfort in the depths of his body.

The pain was naturally a little painful, especially the last time, he probably couldn't bear it, and his movements were very violent. However, that kind of pain is also within a tolerable range, and the pain index is much lower than the fight with Xiao Hongzhu back then.

She is not a pure blank slate, the experience of her previous life has made her mentally prepared, and Meng Yuan's performance is also remarkable. With his age and "excellent" physical condition, it was already very restrained to be able to not faint her at that time.

What's more, he was also extremely gentle afterwards, and finally carried her to the clean room. In fact, she was still able to move at that time, but since someone did it for her, she had no reason to refuse.

Thinking back to last night, Fu Jun's heart beat a little fast, and he even forgot about the tent hook, only slightly turned his head out of his mind, and suddenly flicked his forehead.

"I'm wandering again." Meng Yuan chuckled, his slender and powerful fingers pressed against the tip of her beauty, and there was a faint threat in his eyes, "You don't remember what I said." ”

At this time, Fu Jun found that Meng Yuan was only wearing a robe on his body, and she didn't notice it because he was sitting. At this moment he stood up, and his robe was spread out, revealing a large area of wheat-colored skin.

Fu Jun was in a trance for a moment.

Meng Yuan has an excellent figure, not only six-pack abs, but also a charming mermaid line. Naturally, some parts under the sweat towel are quite majestic and impressive.

She was stunned for a moment before she looked away, feeling the strength of the fingers on her forehead increase, she leaned back to avoid his fingers, and said a little snort: "Of course I remember your words." It's just that I'm still a little bit ...... Well...... Habit. I want to change clothes by myself. ”

This action drove the entire upper body, she was kneeling and sitting, the center of gravity was unstable, this back and forth, there was an endless taste, endless charm, even the brocade quilt also had a layer of ripples, and then fell down a little, between the white and tender arms and the snow greasy skin that slipped out, there was a line of beautiful crimson.

Meng Yuan's eyes became dark, but the aura around him became more and more intense.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Fu Jun's waist with a handful.

Her waist was very slender, soft and soft in her hand, and her skin was so smooth that she could barely hold it, so he simply took advantage of the situation to pull down and exert more force.

Fu Jun didn't have time to exclaim, the whole person had already risen into the air, and instantly fell into a warm and generous embrace.

"Since the beloved wife is not used to it, it seems that it is not for the husband. It is necessary for a husband to let his beloved wife get used to it. He spoke in her ear, his voice hoarse, his low tail sweeping into her ear drums, his breath burning.

Fu Jun gasped and couldn't speak, only freeing up one hand to push him, but with her little strength, where could she refuse to move? He was easily restrained by him, and he couldn't move anymore.

The cloth of the hair rustle had a convex embroidery pattern, which held the palm of his hand. The skin under the fabric was extremely elastic, and no matter how he moved, it was still smooth and creamy, as if he would slip away if he didn't pay attention.

In just one breath, he rolled over and pressed her, his burning lips grabbing hers, and then all the way down, as if to bite her to pieces.

Fu Jun was shrouded in his breath, his mind began to blur, and the brocade quilt that separated the two had already been torn apart by him, and her hand instantly touched his shoulder.

His shoulder muscles bulged, and his sun-kissed skin glowed with a healthy glow. The May sun filtered through the silk tent, and the reddish light and shadow were imprinted on his face and body, illuminating his eyes as deep as the sea. (To be continued.) )