In her dream, she dreamed that she had become dough for making autumn cakes. On the boxy cutting board, several pieces have been kneaded, similar to hers, white dough. Those were all shaped, the size of steamed buns, pressed flat, and neatly placed aside. Only she was still rubbed and rubbed, like a hob of meat, tossing back and forth on the board.

The man's bony palm is gently twisting on her at this moment. The movements are so elegant, as if he is not kneading the dough, but he is burning incense and caressing the piano. The obvious body lì work, under his hands, has been transformed and has become Sven.

The force seemed to be light and heavy, and her body was crispy and numb, and she didn't feel any pain at all. The palm of the hand was on her head, and there was a kind of majesty that covered the sky with one hand. She lay on her back, pitifully looking up, and saw the sleeves on the man's arms. The golden silk cloud dragon pattern is embroidered. The thumb wears a jade ring, an emerald green tube ring, and the jasper is flawless.

She only felt that the qiē in front of her was very familiar. A voice told her that she was dreaming at the moment. In the dream, she was at ease and didn't think about it anymore.

The big hand fell on her again, a huge palm, and she was only a small lump. But she only felt gentleness, and there was a hint of a big-handed master, who didn't do serious things, and caressed as if she didn't have anything.

In the dream, she was kneaded by the man's five fingers. The warm heat of his hand smeared her. She was outside the dream, and her body was also burning.

Unable to distinguish between reality and fiction, she seemed to hear a distant sigh in her ears. Immediately after, the big hand that made her comfortable suddenly disappeared in front of her eyes.

The whirlpool rolled up in the dream, and gradually, pulled her wandering sanity back. She suddenly realized that she had slept lightly and had a dream.

In the confusion, there was a rustling sound behind him. The quilt was lifted up a corner, and the warm leaning behind him left her the next moment.

She was very reluctant in her heart, and struggled with the heavy sleepiness for a long time. Only then did he stare at the slit. Instinctively, he reached out to the side, and sure enough, he felt an empty place, and he was nowhere to be seen.

Wasn't it her delusion? In the middle of the night, where did the man leave her behind?

Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, felt his mouth dry, and poured himself a glass of cold water. One is looking for the light outside, looking for the past in a daze.

Swallowing in small gulps as she walked, the cool water poured down her throat into her stomach, finally making her eyes a little clearer.

She kept under her feet, bypassing Jinping and going outside. Without the screen, the eyes are bright. Without looking, she saw him lying on the brocade couch under the west window.

In the quiet of the night, the house is lit up like beans. Before she arrived, he could hear her footsteps in different shades. At this moment, she showed up, and his gaze fixed on her was as secretive as deep.

She was holding the tea bowl, and he looked at her feet for a moment. His clear eyes looked at him, as if he couldn't understand why this person got up in the middle of the night and lay down outside. The window beside him was tightly closed, and a light quilt was placed around his waist.

She walked over and asked him in a soft, hoarse voice, "What's wrong with you?" Could it be that you can't rest well at night? ”

When I came to him and got closer, I realized that there was something wrong with him at this time.

The man's bedrobe was casually open, and the neckline was pulled under his heart. As you exhale, your chest rises and falls almost imperceptibly. Too slowly.

His tense texture made her suspicious, he was deliberately holding his breath, maybe he might as well let her come, and force him to calm down.

And the way he looked at her, he knew so well that the light seemed to sweep through the room, dark and heavy. The scattered black hair, lined with his quiet handsome face, made her never realize clearly that he was no longer the unparalleled young man Langjun in Tsinghua when she first met, but a real, mature and handsome man.

He was looking at her the way a man looks at a woman, focused and rude.

Her intuition was keen, and she suddenly felt that chasing him out at this moment was probably wrong and the timing was inappropriate. A voice in her heart was urging her to leave, but she couldn't control her curiosity, and gradually, her eyes looked under him.

He put a bed on his waist and a quilt, holding the white paper scroll with one hand and hiding it under the quilt with the other. She could guess from the slightly bulging silhouette under the cool quilt that he was arching the back of his hand on his abdomen at the moment. Only that location...... The seventh girl's feet were like nails, and her heart was pounding.

"It's a bad rest." The man lying on the brocade couch narrowed his eyes slightly. She guessed in her eyes, and she didn't escape his eyes at all.

Honestly, a little embarrassing. The moment she broke it, he felt a moment of horror in his heart.

The two looked at each other for a long time, he pondered silently, she was timid and at a loss.

"Guessed?" He looked at her deeply and pressed the corner of his forehead. By leaning back, he changed to a more casual posture to hide his rare helplessness.

Let go of the hand of the upside-down scroll, take her Rouyi, and lead the villain of Mu Dengden to himself. Homeopathically, the big hand climbed up her waist, and with a slight force, she fell on him like a head.

She let out a soft snort, and crouched on her stomach. Between his hips, he held the white paper book that was spread out, and his elbows pressed against his large hands, which were hidden under the quilt.

She was silent, burying her head deeply, her blushing ears revealing her embarrassment.

He stroked the back of her neck, feeling her delicate and sweet body, and his voice was low and mellow. "Get the book out." Half coaxing, half ordering.

She was fascinated by the strong manly atmosphere on his body, and obediently listened to the words. The little hand reached down, trembled, and reached out for the book, and handed it to him right under his nose.

There is no need to guess, she knows what books he will pick up when he does that. But she did not notice when he would bring such a book into her room.

He slowly put his big hand on the back of her hand, pulled out the scroll, and threw it away. The flying scroll, as if spreading its wings and folding its wings, fell to the ground with a snap, and the silent room seemed even quieter.

He picked her up and straightened her up and pressed it firmly against him. The man's palm unceremoniously slipped into her bedclothes, leaned into her ear, and whispered in a deep voice.

"I don't want to mess with you. I only hold you in my arms, and I can't move for three or five days, and after all, I feel uncomfortable and a little unbearable. That book, will Yuan'er be disliked? He did not hide the heat that arose because of her. He is also a man, hugging his beloved every night, how can he not reverie at all.

Sometimes, she really wanted to tell him that she didn't have to be so honest. When he asked, she understood, she was not asking what she was doing with the Spring/Palace Album, but asking her, he looked at the naked woman depicted in the book, relieved her desires, and she would be mindful in her heart.

The corners of her eyes suddenly moistened. Where can he do such a thing with such an identity? She knew that he was careful, but she didn't expect that he would be so attentive that it would make her feel distressed.

He wants women, and most of them are young and beautiful noblewomen, and they flock to him. Not to mention, he is as stunning as You'an, and he is desperately in love with him. She didn't believe that with You'an's initiative, she would never hint at him.

She suddenly felt that the man who asked her with some caution at this time was so touching.

What's not to like? In the last life, because of her work, she studied more eroticism than him. He is just borrowing the spring/palace to help the fun, and he is always more loyal to his affection for her than sleeping in the room and sleeping with Meiji.

The little hand was conceived and put its arms around his neck. She closed her eyes, her cheeks rubbing against the hem of his shirt, and pressed against his hot, firm heart.

This man's heart was beating so fast and strongly, but he hid it from her, deliberately slowing his breathing, so that she would not notice his discomfort.

She turned her head and gave him a kiss on the mouth. His heart, she wanted to reciprocate.

"I don't mind, but I can't help but be jealous. I'm not as long by your side as the person in the painting is with you, and you can't be so eccentric. ”

He would be emotionally attached to her, why wouldn't she? Fang Cai's dream, to explain, is that she covets his closeness.

This was the boldest love word she had ever said to him. He wandered the palm of his hand on her smooth back, and froze.

He loved her, even if she wasn't ready, even if he was initially skeptical. However, everything in the future can be corroborated, and he is true to her, and it is really the love of men and women. The starting point of love is not to covet her body, but to the depths of loveliness, greed slowly expands. Wanting her, Xiao couldn't restrain himself.

She felt him hug her, and suddenly the force increased. Looking up, looking at him because of the burning enthusiasm in her eyes, she hooked his neck and pressed it hard.

The moment she closed her eyes, she saw her emotional and supple face in his eyes.

It's so good, this is the person she likes, and this person deserves her liking. She imitated his technique of kissing her, kissing deeply, without reservation.

It's her, how can he bear her teasing. The throat vibrates, and the man overflows with a very low, sexy moan.

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Yesterday's update, in chapter 215, combined the two chapters into one. The title is "216, Qingqing is the stuffing". There is no break to change ha, it should be a pro who missed it. Today, I went directly to 217, and there was no missing chapter. It's not easy to clean the net, it's not easy to clean the net, it was originally a brutalist, but now Hongguoguo has become a literary fan. It's a toss...... Eventful!