It's time for months of abstinence and pressure to be released, and she can't be let go again, who knows where she will go after today? Tianyu didn't take it, but regretted it, and Zhang Hanqing was not a moralist. It's a big deal to marry and go home, the Republic of China is not allowed, and the atmosphere is very good!

His hand slid down and landed on her neck, and Huang Wanqing did not react. Falling on her shoulder, Huang Wanqing blushed again. She's thin-skinned! But little by little, she didn't refuse, just subconsciously twisted her arm.

When she grabbed her back, Huang Wanqing finally reacted, and she subconsciously turned around to avoid the past. Zhang Hanqing is a veteran, and he has a very good grasp of the heat, and with only a little effort, Huang Wanqing threw himself into his arms.

He put his hand on her waist and put his other hand around her neck and hugged her.

When Huang Wanqing was hugged by Zhang Hanqing, who was full of youth, she was in a panic, and she wanted to escape. However, Zhang Hanqing has a lot of strength, and she only struggles and can't break free.

Looking down and smelling the fragrance of her hair, smelling the virgin fragrance coming out of her body, Zhang Hanqing felt anxious for a while. Do you keep going on the offensive or keep going on the offensive? He did exactly what he had to do completely subconsciously. Slightly forcefully stretched out his head to Huang Wanqing's face, and writhed at her forehead in spite of her busy writhing in the near distance, Ji'er kissed her mouth.

"Don't mess around..."Huang Wanqing was completely stunned, in eighteen years, this is the first time to stay so close with the opposite sex, not to mention this kind of physical contact, even if you have never had the opportunity to stay alone in a room, except for that time. This is my first kiss, what it feels like, I don't know at all, I just know that a heavy pant sound lingers in my ears, and then that numb, itchy, hot lips stick to my mouth.

"I didn't mess around..."Zhang Hanqing hugged her waist and buried his head in her neck to explore back and forth. Looking at her teeth locked, as if she was facing a great enemy, I felt cute for no reason. Why don't cats and mice eat on the spot? Because it's fun! Why didn't he rush to bring her down? Also because it's fun.

If you like her, you can't let her have a shadow. I let her go at the beginning, just to make her feel good about herself. Now, he will not use force either, but also to make her give it to him willingly.

But kissing is not an exception. On the contrary, the more helpless she is, the more persevering he becomes.

It was disgusting, his saliva was on his lips; It was so sad that he didn't care to open her mouth with his tongue and look around for her tongue. There was no intention to resist, and in the feeling of crispiness and numbness, Huang Wanqing gradually lost herself.

"Hmm..." This was Huang Wanqing's last struggle before she regained her senses, and then she fell into endless darkness, because her face was clinging to her like double-sided tape and she couldn't see anything, and besides, her eyes were long closed.

Isn't there a saying about the four major fragrances: "The first stubble alfalfa, the second drench vinegar, the tongue of the big girl, and the meat of the sweat". Yu Fengzhi is his wife, and he feels completely different, and he is an old husband and wife, how can he play this kind of game of refusal and welcome? Only unmarried girls fascinate men. It's not just carnal desire, but also the psychological effect of conquest.

The two of them worked hard for a long time, and when they eased their breath, Huang Wanqing was already able to adapt to Zhang Hanqing's French wet kiss.

"Where's your bedroom?" Zhang Hanqing left her lips and asked softly.

Huang Wanqing blushed, subconsciously pointed, and then suddenly came to her senses, struggling to get off the ground: "What are you going to do?" Immediately, he was suppressed by a hot kiss.

Zhang Hanqing picked up Huang Wanqing---- her body is so light!

Walk through the bedroom and into her boudoir. Soon, the faint girlish fragrance filled his nostrils again, and he brought the door, hugged the helpless Huang Wanqing, and put her on the bed.

The room was dark, but fortunately there was a glimmer of moonlight projected under the window, and the faces of the near could be faintly seen. Looking down at Huang Wanqing, she also looked at him with wide eyes. Looking at each other, time seemed to stand still.

"You're so beautiful, I want you to be my woman!" Zhang Hanqing suddenly showed a very tough side.

"I promise you." He was greeted by her answer, which was as firm as iron though her voice was as weak as a leech.

The name of the young marshal has resounded throughout the Northeast, and even his legend has been circulated in Beijing and Tianjin. The young head of the three eastern provinces, the leader of the People's Party, with heavy troops, resourceful, brilliant, and graceful, is the dream lover of countless girls, and how many dignitaries want to marry him. Although Huang Wanqing has retreated into the wilderness, she can still continue to hear about his great achievements.

Not because of his father, he is also a good match for himself. After saving her father that time, the shadow of the young marshal has been appearing in front of her eyes from time to time.

Lang is affectionate, and concubines are intentional, so many things happen naturally. It's just that when she was about to kick the door, she suddenly changed her hexagram.

"Will you marry me?"

At this time, Zhang Hanqing was ready to sprint, and at this moment, Huang Wanqing had no capital to call the board, because the two had already revealed each other frankly. If Zhang Hanqing wasn't Zhang Hanqing, he wouldn't have time to talk nonsense with her, just move. At this moment, he is condescending and powerful; She is about to be lost, and she is a lamb to the slaughter.

But he is Zhang Hanqing.

Forcibly resist the urge to enter, and accept the test like this: "Marry!" I'll marry you in an eight-lift sedan chair! ”

This sentence has an element of bragging, because Zhang Hanqing, who already has a wife, cannot use the so-called "eight sedan chairs" to marry a concubine according to the "rules----", no matter how he treats the inner court equally, Huang Wanqing's identity as a concubine cannot escape, this is the norm. He wanted to exceed the rules, but Zhang Zuolin was the first to disagree. Although Lao Zhang has several aunts and wives, except for Zhang Xueliang's biological mother, no one else enjoys this treatment.

But at this moment, Tianda's request must also be agreed, this kind of occasion is not suitable for bargaining!

"You're a liar!" Huang Wanqing said this, and her legs, which were originally twisted together and almost stiffened, naturally parted, and seemed to be alive all of a sudden. Women are duplicitous creatures, knowing that he is telling a lie, but still taking it as a promise to her.

The arrow is ready to fly, there is no time to talk nonsense, and the whispering should wait until the passion is released. Anyway, after that, Zhang Hanqing expressed his love for Huang Wanqing with his actions.

Trembling in response to Zhang Hanqing's operation, although it was a matter of course, at first it was still squeezed into the warm stamen. After the feeling of blending in an instant, Huang Wanqing frowned and completed the transformation from a girl to a woman.

"Do what you promised." She muttered.