Because he forbade her to eat wine, she did not drink at the banquet. At this moment, she tasted a faint fragrance of osmanthus from his mouth. She was like a stealing cat, the tip of her tongue carefully licking/licking him, and her breath and his breath slowly fermented in the square inch surrounded by the hood.

She guessed he had his eyes closed. His eyelashes brushed the bridge of her nose like feathers. His eyelashes match his temperament, looking tough, and when he touches it, he is faintly warm.

She secretly sketched in her mind how drunk he looked. His sexual/sensual appearance when he is emotional, it is easy to touch people's heartstrings.

It's been a good night. The thought popped into her vague mind. After the storm, she and his heart are closely intertwined. This mutual affection and mutual trust, even if she is a human in two lives, knows that it is precious.

Her tender little hand withdrew, and the warm palm of her hand cupped his cheek.

There was no light, and she felt his silhouette in the dark. One to deal with his sudden manic kiss, the other to hold him, meekly leaning up. The man in the palm of her hand is hers, and her heart is so full that it is about to overflow, and her satisfaction is unintentional.

"I heard you tugged at his trouser belt." He snorted heavily, and took the opportunity to vent and suppress the uncertainty that had accumulated in his heart for a night. She rescued her in the morning, and the imperial doctor praised her. At that time, her boldness was, in his opinion, unorthodox. forbidden to the imperial doctor, and did not forget to settle accounts with her when he turned around.

She was abruptly let go by him, soft in his arms, her red mouth was half-open, and she was panting.

His kiss was so comfortable, and she reminisced about the beauty he brought her. Listening to his hoarse voice, she felt the arm he was holding on her waist suddenly increase the force, she was stunned, and her watery eyes moved.

His breath was frighteningly hot, and it was obvious that the tide had not subsided. Although she is reasonable, for some reason, in front of him at this time, she feels short of breath for no reason.

How can it be said to be a pull? She just removed the waist seal for Lord He and untied the belt of his trousers to help him breathe smoothly.

She was tired of being in his arms and shook her head in denial. only to find that he peeled off her coat with one hand, and with a big hand that peeled off the cocoon, he got into it from under the undergarment, as if he was impatient with the obstruction of the small clothes, and pushed his forearms into it fiercely, which seemed rude, but in fact he was measured. The man's wide palm covered her delicate plumpness.

She screamed, no matter how soft his strength was, his developing chest was still a little tingling. She heard him in her ear, snorting deeply, half satisfied, half depressed.

"It's always so squeamish." He sighed, not knowing whether it was her, or the softness of his hand, which provoked his pity.

Her body was already numb, and her little hands fell down, and they were like hanging on the crook of his arm. Between the lightning and flint, a spinning body had been pressed by him against the vermilion wall in the middle of the tower. Her back was leaning against the mullioned window, her chest heaving rapidly. Every time, he cooperates with her, gently kneading, gentle and erotic.

Sure enough, in response to that words, no matter what kind of temperament a man has, he will have a temper. Most of the time he was tolerant of her, and occasionally, for example, in the current situation, he would discipline her in his own way. Although this punishment, she did not hate it.

"Outside." She stammered and reminded him, ashamed to tell him, that the warm, clean touch of his palm would make her body react as well.

She crossed her legs and couldn't help but writhe under him. Her honest reaction to the affair darkened his eyes. Her delicate and delicate and upright, in his eyes, is far more dignified and elegant than the lady who likes to wear straight breasts and half reveal her spring love, which makes him itch.

She was a treasure buried in the gravel, and he enjoyed discovering her. His talent and body are his own, and he has no intention of sharing them with others.

He does not deny that he prefers to conform to some despicable aspects of men in affairs, just as she reminds him at this moment that he is still outside.

He approached, two fingers pulling open her cloak. Straighten up and slowly push her up. The bulge under his body is an excellent response to her, he is knowingly committing it at the moment, what can she do?

This man...... The Seven Girls gritted their teeth and endured the moans that were about to come out. Suddenly, I felt that there was a word, which was very compatible with him now. Yuppie , this man is looking graceful at the moment, one hand propped up on the wall, the other hand into her coat pocket, slightly tilted his neck, staring at her, retreating and entering, and playing hooligan on her gracefully.

She was amazed that he had been breathing unsteadily a moment ago, but now he was holding back, not hurrying, and was bent on flirting with her. His ease of retraction and release vaguely made her understand that in the palace, he always maintained clarity and sanity. And she suddenly had a bad heart. He teased her with pleasure, and she wanted to get a little bit back from him.

"Your Excellency." She is soft, not bewitching or charming. has its own gentle and soft, Chu Chu recruits.

"In the morning, the official said to Lord He, that's just it." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, spread his palm, and stroked his waist. "The lower official is Lord He, except for the waist seal." As if reliving the scene with him, she was satisfied with the momentary stiffness of his body. As if he didn't expect her to be so bold, he stopped his action and leaned over to look at her, with a deep glint in his eyes.

She read the clouds that were gathering under his eyes for a moment, looked up and smiled, and was encouraged by the first success, and stepped on his feet to kiss his taut jaw. "At that time, the lower officials were in a hurry, and they were rude to Lord He, and they couldn't be so patient and meticulous with adults."

Her "patience and meticulousness" are now on her little hands that torture him. Stroking back and forth, spreading the palms of the hands, only three inches wide along him, embroidered with gold-rimmed waist seals, like ironing, flat and flat massage. From her navel to her waist, her hands were his smooth brocade, but what appeared in front of her was his naked and muscular figure with his shirt wide open after bathing.

She blinked, letting go of the jumbled thoughts in her head. Tell yourself that you are beautiful, and you can't lose it again and again and be confused by him.

The seventh girl blushed, or because of the change in mood, she became more and more open to him.

Her mentor in her previous life commented that she "has a pioneering spirit of study". Now she is not afraid of him at all, and she carries it forward very well.

Gu Yan's hand propped up on the wall, his fingertips clenched, and the joints slightly deviated from the wall, arching a beautiful arc. Holding her delicate palm, shrouded in emptiness, she didn't dare to move.

She finally understood that she was not powerless to fight back against him who was sane.

His body gradually became stiff, and the restraint in his demeanor is the best portrayal of "she advances and he retreats".

Secretly happy in her heart, mixed with a little brisk pride, she touched his back with her little hand in his deep gaze and unsealed his waist.

One hand was withdrawn, held high, and dangled in front of his eyes, she smiled gently and solemnly. "My lord, the lower official doesn't remember where he threw away the waist seal of Lord He, but the lower official remembers, my lord, you have always loved cleanliness, and the odds and pieces are also quite particular, so you can't mess around." So he put it on the crook of his arm against the wall. Smooth out the wrinkles with a casual pull.

He was silent, his eyes dark. The tumbling throat leaked the unrest in his heart. He was angry that she compared him to others, but he was also used by her to treat him and others, which was obviously different.

She didn't know what he was thinking, so she straightened her little face and explained honestly. "After that, Xia Guan untied the belt of Lord He's trousers." Her original intention was not to make him unhappy, and then added, "At that time, the situation had to be a last resort, Xia Guan and Lord He were not familiar with each other, and they kept the rule of not ignoring indecent manners, and from beginning to end, Xia Guan closed his eyes tightly. ”

The implication is that she is not familiar with Master He, but her friendship with him is so familiar that they treat each other sincerely, so there is nothing to see. Faithful to recalling the morning scene with him, the seventh girl buried her head, touched the placket of his coat, twisted the tie with her fingertips, and gently pumped it out......

His dark official robe fell to the sides, revealing a moon-white midcoat inside.

Her eyes were on his energetic little Shizi, peeked twice, then raised her head, and said to him with three points of shame, "My lord, the lower officials dare to guarantee that Lord He's face was as white as paper at that time, and his life hung by a thread." There is no dragon like you, and the blood is strong. ”

The tendons on his forehead jumped suddenly, and his heart shook when he noticed her mischievous little hands tickle his pants. For the first time, in front of her serious, solemn little face, he couldn't say anything if he wanted to stop.

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The era of Xiao Qi's turnaround has since begun. If you dislike Xiao Qi and have no ability, you can rest assured to watch it boldly. Fighting with women every day, it's better to kiss me and me with the son, and there are dealings. The concubine's strategy is better than persimmons.

In other words, although I wrote a leave note yesterday, it was swallowed by the system, so I hung it on the catalog page, so that I could wait for a day in vain and make up for it next week. After the eldest aunt, I will be right.