Murong Qi was cautious, as if he was taking care of the most precious treasure in the world, his face was as white and shiny as a pearl, and it was also a precious treasure, he was reluctant to gobble it up, trying to endure it, tasting it carefully, tracing and feeling her wonderful sweet taste with the tip of his tongue.

The rough calloused fingertips slid through the jade skin ice muscles that could be broken by blowing, as if plucking the strings, softly, but also able to play the turbulent waves.

His back was tense and hard as a stone, and large beads of sweat gradually seeped out, gathering along his wheat-colored skin, and then throwing them off.

Leng Qinghuan let out a soft breath from between his teeth, as if he was exhaling from his chest, passing through his throat and spitting out his cherry lips, it became murmuring, and intermittently, bringing out more breath.

Murong Qi bowed down, and the warm breath went down his ears, into his heart, and into his brain. It's like the most brilliant fireworks burst out in my mind in an instant, beating the drums of war for the charge.

The soldiers are coming to the city, and the city is full of smoke and sand.

The joy of conquest and plunder filled his chest, his blood boiled, and the man's pride was ignited, and he couldn't wait to charge into battle and conquer the city.

Partial birth, but the person in his arms is like wisteria in the rain, elegant, holy, light, and indescribably tender. Even the spring rain can fall everywhere, where can the wind and rain be stopped?

Be careful, like a dragonfly dotting the water, and colorful butterflies wear flowers.

Some words, Leng Qinghuan was ashamed to speak, and his nails were deeply embedded in his back, declaring his most honest anxiety and longing, and the response was jerky and clumsy.

It's like a gust of wind on the sea, and then it gets stronger and stronger.

Heaven and earth become chaotic, and the colors cannot be seen clearly.

The two of them were like small boats jolting on the sea, and they were thrown high on the crest of the waves for a while, and their hearts flew out of their throats. After a while, it sinks down with the water. I just hope that the wind will be more violent, and the waves will never reach the peak if they are a little higher.

The brocade tent above his head rippled, and the tassels swayed happily.

Even the moonlight in the room was no longer quiet, but fluctuated like water.

The crickets under the window stopped playing and singing, and shyly burrowed back to their nests to start their dreams for the night.

The dew crept up until it reflected the dawn of dawn.

The tired two hugged each other and slept together, and there was still a touch of sweetness after eating honey on their lips.

Leng Qinghuan slept until the third pole of the sun, and when she opened her eyes with difficulty, Murong Qi had already woken up, resting her big hand on her round pregnant belly, listening with her ears sideways, and concentrating.

Leng Qinghuan moved unnaturally and pulled the brocade quilt on the side.

Murong Qi put his finger to his lips and said softly, full of seriousness: "He has woken up, and Shicai is still greeting me." ”

At just over four months, babies will have early fetal movements. But Leng Qinghuan rarely felt it.

She yawned lazily: "He's probably just protesting to you, you're tired of his mother." ”

"I was very careful last night, I didn't dare to provoke him, and I couldn't use my hands and feet with confidence."

Leng Qinghuan was even more shy, and gently twisted Murong Qi, and the color of rouge floated under the jade-like skin, like a begonia flower after the rain.

"I'm hungry." Murong Qi's voice was a little hoarse.

"Breakfast should be ready, and I can already smell the aroma of rice porridge."

Murong Qi gently bit her shoulder: "I just want to eat you." ”

"No way!" Leng Qinghuan's body moved, and he immediately frowned and exclaimed softly: "It hurts." ”

The joints of the body are as if they have been torn apart, and the pain is indescribable.

Murong Qi was suddenly a little nervous: "Then what should I do?" Shall I rub it for you? ”

Just do what he says, he has always been a man of action.

Leng Qinghuan slapped away his dishonest hand: "No." ”

There are plums all over his body, wordlessly accusing Murong Qi of his absurd crime last night. He thought, maybe it was really because he was too insatiable, how could she bear the wind and rain all night?

He reluctantly got up, the washing water had been prepared outside, the rice porridge was tumbling on the stove in the courtyard, and the husband and wife had the vision to go out to the vegetable garden to be busy, and there were only two people in the house.

With a lot less restraint, Murong Qi took water in, scrubbed Leng Qinghuan, and carefully wiped every fingertip.

Leng Qinghuan leaned lazily on the bed, looked at Murong Qi with a smile, and after being busy, he brought rice porridge and fed her clumsily one bite at a time.

This cold and hard man, unconsciously, has been melted by the warm sunlight around the cold, carefully and clumsily to take care of his appearance, a little stupid, a little naïve, but very cute.

At best, he's a big kid. Taking care of a woman for the first time, feeling sorry for a woman, clumsy.

Murong Qi saw her looking at herself fixedly, and even a little shy: "Does it still hurt?" ”

Leng Qinghuan wanted to see his embarrassed appearance, and blurted out: "It hurts, you are too stupid and too ......"

I couldn't say the rest of the words.

"Too what?" Murong Qi looked at her slyly.

It's so energetic!

She twisted her face, her face was burning, and she didn't dare to look at him: "Tired of you, you deserve it!" ”

Murong Qi chuckled hoarsely: "This is called diligence to make up for clumsiness, lack of experience, poor skills, can only be diligent." I hope Madame won't dislike it. ”

Leng Qinghuan hooked his face to his chest, and his voice was like a gnat: "What is inexperienced, you clearly know a lot." ”

Murong Qi's ears were sharp, and he chuckled: "It's all on paper, listening to the experience accumulated by those men in the barracks who are not afraid of meat and vegetarian food." ”

Leng Qinghuan mustered up his courage: "I heard what the adjutant general said...... You haven't had another woman before, have you? ”

Murong Qi paused, the spoon in his hand made a slight bump on the edge of the bowl, and spit out two words in a muffled voice: "No." ”

Leng Qinghuan clearly knew that he was not qualified to ask for anything, but he still couldn't help but feel sour, and bit his lower lip gently, pretending to be generous.

"Look at what I asked, I heard that the princes all teach palace maids when they are adults."

"No," Murong Qi hesitated: "It's just an accident, you don't have to take it to heart." ”

Leng Qinghuan's eyes darkened, lowered his eyes, and did not speak. No wonder Murong Qi would be concerned about his past, it turned out that the taste of his own cabbage being arched by other people's pigs was really uncomfortable.

What's more, she also wants to get to the bottom of it, what if she pulls that person out? I can't help but have such thoughts and impulses.

Looking down at his bulging little belly, he was not confident enough, and silently knocked out his teeth and swallowed blood, what can he do? Admit it, bear with it.

If it is the first time, the old lady will definitely tie you up, torture you, and ask you who you have dedicated to once, two or three times.

Only this time, Leng Qinghuan cautiously and pretended to be indifferent to explore the past buried deep in Murong Qi's heart, and after that, he no longer dared to ask questions.

It seems that the two of them had untouchable privacy about this matter, and quietly, closed the door to each other.