"Don't go any further! Shall we just talk like that? Murong Yan said in an almost pleading tone. The usual laziness and nobility are gone at this time. Even if the princess who has seen the brutal struggle is only an adult mortal in the end, she will be afraid of the consequences of Yan zhòng, she will be reluctant to give up what she already has, and she will worry about her relatives.

But she will be seduced like Xue Chongxun, from the moment she saw Xue Chongxun's gentleness towards women at the banquet, she was seduced step by step into the abyss; The initial envy, to every ambiguous look, every action, every intimate word, all intentionally or unintentionally teased the fragile reason; And then suddenly encountered danger, in helplessness and panic, the imprint of that dependence on her heart was so deep; Then on the school grounds, Xue Chongxun once again established a tall image in her mind, although this image may be just a phantom...... But isn't emotion itself as ephemeral and fragile as a bubble?

Falling flowers and flowing water, poets always use such things as analogies to ethereal things.

Xue Chongxun's footsteps did not stop at all, although he walked very slowly, he kept moving forward. At every step he took, he seemed to feel a different emotion, and there was cruelty in it, and he felt that he was cruel. If Murong Yan resisted desperately, according to Xue Chongxun's usual style, he would never be able to force her; He is not forcing other people's bodies, but he is forcing the mind.

"I'm here, don't be afraid." Xue Chongxun's tone was low and steady, and he was very gentle. But to his own ears, he was full of cold-blooded and desire.

With these words, Murong Yan seemed to go back to last night, the bloodstained scene of last night, holding his hand helplessly, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. She couldn't refuse, except for being seduced and helpless, she was afraid that the person in front of her would suddenly turn around and leave.

It's like knowing it's poison, but you can't help but drink it.

The carved wooden windows that were tightly blown by the wind "squeaked" softly, and in the sound full of cold, Xue Chongxun seemed to hear the sound of "waves" being crushed by flower petals.

Walking up to her, Xue Chongxun soothed her worries with affectionate whispers while slowly burying his head. Murong Yan weakly shook off when he kissed her, but he was just kissing the tears on her face.

The rough tip of the tongue stroked over the cheeks, and pity covered the lust; And his fingers gently scraped the other side of her face, as if to help her wipe away her tears.

"Salty, wet, and a little bitter......" Xue Chongxun didn't forget to say its taste, "Well, it's still very fragrant." ”

Her body was so weak that she didn't have any strength. At this time, Xue Chongxun's palm deftly reached her neck, reached through the collar, and covered her delicate skin.

"Don't be afraid, the Jiannan Army stationed in Tuyuhun King City is in my hands, and I can protect the power of the Murong family." Xue Chongxun continued to comfort her, his deep tone was like a spell, hypnotizing her will, unable to make even the slightest resistance.

Evil fingers invaded inch by inch along the inside of the corset, pressing against the soft skin that was as smooth as satin, and he touched the tip of a breast that had already been congested and hardened, and with a slight twist of his fingers, he heard a confused moan. Her empty eyes stared blankly at the old roof and the faintly lit skylight above, and her lips opened lightly, and she gasped.

"I ...... What's wrong with me, it's not right to do this! The only trace of reason she had left, she pulled her weak arm and gently pushed it into Xue Chongxun's heart.

At this time, where could Xue Chongxun stop, his movements became impatient without warning, and he pressed a towering soft nipple with one hand, and quickly flattened it, and the soft waves escaped to both sides under the pressure of his palm, and then grabbed them and rebounded, changing various shapes in his palm.

"Gollum ......" Suddenly there was a strange loud sound of swallowing saliva in the quiet wooden house, which was very abrupt. Xue Chongxun was also a little embarrassed when he heard his voice.

Xue Chongxun grabbed her shoulders a little roughly, turned her body around like a steering wheel of a car, lifted the hem of her robe, began to take off her trousers, and went straight to the goal.

Murong Yan didn't care about accumulating the strength to resist, and her buttocks were coldly exposed. She just couldn't bear Xue Chongxun's voice to speak to her, a smile from him, and a warm word, and she didn't want to go into the abyss of criminal betrayal, but what others wanted was not those things, they wanted this kind of desire.

"I knew it was going to be like this......" Murong Yan muttered weakly with a crying voice.

The doors and windows are closed, the light in the room is dim, the tone is deep, and in the gray and black environment, the white buttocks are like a bright moon in the dark night. Xue Chongxun admired its white color, admired the tactful and soft hips, and admired the full lines under the slender waist.

He reached out from behind and slid forward from his hips and hips, part of his skin soaked in the cold air and a layer of chicken skin looked a little rough, while the soft skin hidden in the roots of his legs was still warm. At first, Murong Yan symbolically resisted because of the only remaining shame, and when Xue Chongxun's fingers searched for the small fruit in the flower along the hairy shame bone, just like his fingers opening the petals of a flower, as if he was separating a warm wave while swimming, he soon searched for the small protrusions beating in the gap between the warm and wet, and then she completely gave up resistance, twisted her waist and took the initiative to touch the fingers with real feeling.

"Xue Lang...... Xue Lang ...... "Murong Yan grabbed his forearm tightly. Her big legs were cold on the inside, and the slippery and greasy warm flower dew quickly lost its temperature and became cold and cold. After Xue Chongxun felt it, he felt that it was almost over, and there was no need to waste too much time when time was pressing.

"Ahh Murong Yan suddenly screamed in pain, and the Su hand that grabbed Xue Chongxun's arm suddenly exerted force, and the long nails almost pinched the red silk on his sleeve into his flesh.

Xue Chongxun held back the pain and asked softly, "What, does it hurt?" He was depressed for a while, as soon as he touched a handful of Shuize, this Xianbei princess, who had already married, would it still hurt? Murong Yan said weakly: "You slow down, I haven't ...... for a long time There is no ......"

At this time, Xue Chongxun remembered a detail, Murong Yan had been married to Fu Lu for several years and had no children. Xue Chongxun didn't either, and now that he thinks about it, maybe he made that "misty Zhai" relationship by himself, and it is easy to have problems if the steam is steamed too much.

"Hmm." He replied in a dull voice. An arm stretched over and supported Murong Yan's lower abdomen, and Murong Yan's hands grasped it tightly, leaning over and holding her white buttocks. She looked like she was standing on a tall building, her hands pressed on the railing, and she was leaning over to look at the beautiful scenery downstairs.

The mushroom-like hard thing pushed away layers of soft waves, and slowly scraped through, like scraping on Murong Yan's heart, making her body spasm.

In the room, Murong Yan cried for a while, as well as her delicate panting, and a very different sticky beeping voice. And Xue Chongxun didn't make a sound, although his arm carried the weight of a person, there was no pressure, his movements were slow and irresistible, and the long pulling distance, from the entrance of Murong Yan's crack to the depths of his soul, every place was scraped by heat.

At first, she seemed to be restless, her body was writhing and tangled; After a while, as if in a dying struggle, his body tensed, his toes were raised, and he pressed his hips backwards. Xue Chongxun's arm was grabbed desperately again, and her long nails made him feel pain.

"Quick...... I, I'm ......" Murong Yan said something unsentenced.

Xue Chongxun didn't know what she was talking about at all, but guessed that she was about to reach the top of the mountain, so she was asking for more effort? So he used a little more force, and the crisp sound of "popping" when the skin collided, as if he was hitting her buttocks with his palm, and it was very rhythmic.

Xue Chongxun also had numb scalp and cold back on his back, holding the warm and soft beauty hip with one hand, and quickly pushed it in, his mind was blank, as if he couldn't control his body.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, suddenly the door panel was knocked twice. Xue Chongxun's attention was on the woman's body, and he was taken aback by paying attention, and his body trembled...... The dam collapsed, and the image of a raging flood appeared before his eyes.

"Don't ...... Don't get it inside......" Murong Yan was busy pleading, but I'm afraid it's too late to say it now.

Fu Lu's voice sounded outside the door: "Why don't you open the door for me soon?" ”

This sound surprised Xue Chongxun very much, why did this guy appear directly at the door? What about the scribe who let the wind out, why didn't you hear him knock on the door?

The extreme exhaustion that came over him after the incident made him slow to react, and he was completely unable to deal with the accident immediately. His mind was still blank, neither worried nor nervous, and the exhaustion seemed to drain all his senses.

Murong Yan was also very flustered, just worried about pregnancy; Now when she heard Fu Lu's voice, she suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. She hurriedly moved her waist forward, let the stick out of her body, turned around and looked up at Xue Chongxun pitifully: "What to do, what to do?" ”

The woman's helplessness calmed Xue Chongxun a lot, because his intuitive sense of responsibility inspired him. He stretched out his rough and warm hand to hold Murong Yan's soft hand: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, take a deep breath." ”G