When Mingyi's tears slid down to the corners of her lips, she knew that Wu Qianping felt something strange and stopped, wanting to see what happened to her.

Ming Yi didn't give him this chance, hugged him, threw him down on the bed, bit his lip gently, and three words flowed out of his lips: "I want you." ”

Now that he has said this, Ming Yi is ready for the storm that will happen next. Look at him like a lit dry wood, sparkling everywhere. Let him turn against the guest and press himself under him. It was up to him to untie all the clothes on their bodies.

His fingers slid from her neck and shoulders to her chest, and his lips and tongue kissed her inch down from her lips. She felt like a piece of strawberry cake, being devoured by someone who cherished herself.

A thunderclap slid through the long night, and a white light tore through the darkness. The spring rain came as soon as it was said, and a pair of mandarin ducks were startled.

With the light of lightning, Ming Yi engraved this scene in her heart, and every bit of it tonight, she must remember it deeply and engrave it in her bones.

The person in front of you is the sweetheart. His face is stunning, his eyes are eroded, his smooth skin, slightly darker, set off her under his palm, snow white as crisp. Fang remembered that he was also so indifferent, he could see it clearly, his face suddenly heated, and he wanted to pull up the quilt, but his hand was grabbed by him and he couldn't move.

"Don't move, it's good." He saw her shyness, and with great interest, he leaned over and choked, teasing her to make her babble.

The lightning is gone, and the showers bring the wind. The room was dark, and the two men in the red tent were in full swing.

The sound of the rain is the best cover, so that she does not have to restrain herself, and she calls out.

He marched forward as if she were an unarmored enemy, and he had to use the most powerful means to force her to beg for mercy.

She didn't want to say no, but her fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh of his back, and she hated to melt him into her body and never separate.

She was anti-customer, like galloping in the wind, her jet-black hair scattered on her snow-white chest, until her waist was weak.

He fought and fought, sweat sliding down his dark skin and merging with her tears.

"No, spare me." She is soft and glutinous.

"Who spares you?" He stepped forward and continued.

"Husband, spare me." She was exhausted, and her voice was as thin as a gossamer.

He smirked in his voice: "Say it ten times again." ”

"Husband spare me......" she read it twice and snorted, "If you don't forgive, you won't forgive, are you really afraid of you?" ”

"Okay, just wait for your words." He held her to her side, and another round of surprise attacks made her scream.

Ming Yi felt that he wanted to be a snake with a bone, and he was paralyzed in his arms, his eyes could not be opened, and the strength to speak was gone.

He hadn't left yet, he was still holding her legs, being one with her, a little proud, but also a little distressed, hugging her and kissing her forehead: "Don't be so reckless in the future, in my place, no matter how weak you are, it doesn't matter." ”

She snorted, twisted her waist, and pressed closer to him.

Wu Qian smoothed her back and leaned over to tease her: "Do you still want it?" ”

Ming Yi was so frightened that he wanted to push him away, making him laugh and hugging her tightly: "Okay, okay, scare you, don't move, just hold it until you fall asleep." ”

She couldn't open her eyes, pressed against his chest, sweat was collected, the man who was originally ink-scented, with more wildness, he was still in her, and the feeling of fullness, like a natural growth, made her extremely infatuated. Just go to sleep, if one day, you can die in this bosom, and you will die without regrets.

When Wu Qianping got up to leave, it was already dawn.

Mingyi jumped up in fright: "Is it late?" ”

Only then did she realize that she was not wearing an inch, and hurriedly pulled up the quilt to cover it.

Wu Qianping looked back and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of, I have been watching carefully for half an hour in the morning." ”

She blushed: "Why are you so unprofessional, don't you still have a lot of official business waiting for you?" ”

Wu Qianping had already finished dressing, dressed in an official uniform, very imposing, and stood at the head of the bed with a smile: "Don't be in a hurry for this moment, the main thing is that I still have very important things to ask you." ”

"Ask what?" Mingyi felt that he would definitely not be able to ask anything good, so he replied angrily.

Wu Qianping leaned down, almost touching her face, the corners of his lips hooked, and his eyes flashed: "I want to ask my Mingyi, has your husband made you know the taste of marrow?" ”

Mingyi's eyes widened, and the roots of his ears were red, this bastard thing, remember this sentence. At the beginning of the time, he ridiculed her, saying that Wu Qian was certain and extraordinary, which made her know the taste of the marrow. It was originally a humiliating word, but it was used by Wu Qianping, who heard this, to make fun of her. At this moment, he is really qualified to ask.

Ming Yi took a breath, how could he be ashamed of the ancients! She raised her eyebrows and smiled: "The adult is indeed extraordinary, which makes the little woman know the taste of the marrow." ”

Wu Qianping saw that she was out of the way, laughed, pinched her face, and said: "Change your name to husband, don't wear clothes and don't recognize people." I'll go back to the official office first, and wait for me at night. ”

Mingyi wanted to stop him and stop him from appearing in this fireworks land every day, but he still didn't open his mouth and watched him walk out.

What's the point of blocking? Tonight, I don't know where I am.

Thinking that next year and today may be his own death taboo, Ming Yi has a sense of absurdity in his heart, as if all this is fake. Life is also fake, the late Tang Dynasty is fake, when I wake up, I will hear the alarm clock of the Apple phone ringing, under me is a soft latex mattress and Egyptian cotton four-piece set, and I smell the orange blossom fragrance that I am used to.

The aches and pains in her body were still there, reminding her that it wasn't fake. also comforted her that the joy of being with her beloved is worthy of life and death. Perhaps, after this bad luck, something good will wait? Perhaps, he will come back alive and return to the peak of his life step by step. Perhaps, I am really fortunate to be able to sleep with him every day for the rest of my life.

If you don't go to Bo, who knows if you win or lose?

There was also a hint of retreat, hiding behind him, lingering for a while, and under his protection, there might be a moment of peace. But it's really just for a while. Ling Zhanyun is a time bomb that can kill Lianshan and himself. Yinniang's hatred for herself is still there, and she didn't know what her intentions were at the beginning, the alliance between these two people would not do anything beneficial to herself or Wu Qianping. She even had an intuition that Yinniang was targeting herself, and at the beginning, she was afraid that she wanted to deal with Wu Qianping by weakening her ability.

She couldn't tolerate that she really became a useless official wife and concubine, and she didn't accept it. Those things that were taken away, she wanted to take them back, the Rongyi Fang of Phantom Feng, her Chengwei Pavilion and the Gleaning Fang. Those brothers who are controlled and confused, she will not condone Yinniang to continue to do whatever she wants. She can't even watch her beloved man fight bloody battles in front of her, and she can't do anything. She still has the last sobriety, if she eats like this and waits for death, it will be a matter of time before she loses Wu Qianping's love, and even she can't like such an incompetent self. If she wants to live her life like this, she would rather gamble on life and death.