Chapter 29: The Khan's Princess (13)
I wonder if she's getting better......
Dai Qin thought, turned over his horse, and hurried to the warmth.
Qingmang hadn't slept yet, he was wearing a brocade robe, holding a hand stove, and enjoying the musician's performance.
Listening to the sound of the guqin becoming clearer and clearer, Qingmang's figure became clearer and clearer in Dai Qin's mind.
When it was near, he slowed down, for fear of disturbing her.
Dai Qin entered the house gently, waved his hand to avoid being announced, and slowly walked to her door.
Looking at her with a tender face, her fingers flying with the music from time to time, Dai Qin's heartbeat slowly accelerated.
Qingmang listened attentively, and it wasn't until the end of the song that she found Dai Qin, dressed in a black robe, standing at the door, looking at her with burning eyes.
Qingmang hurriedly stood up, intending to salute forward, but Dai Qin had already walked over quickly.
This is the woman who made him think about it day and night for days!
Dai Qin hugged the stunned Qingmang into his arms, and Qingmang listened to his powerful heartbeat, this feeling seemed familiar.
Dai Qin gently lifted her chin, first tasting it gently, and then couldn't help but hug the warm body tighter, wanting more on her lips.
His arms and body were cold, with the coldness of the night, his lips were icy, his face was cold, and his eyelids were still hung with the heavy dew of the night, everything was telling how anxious he was to come all the way, but his tongue was hot.
It wasn't until Qingmang almost collapsed in his arms that Dai Qin let her go.
Looking at the appearance of her watery eyes and shiny lips, he couldn't help but put his hand on her face, wanting to feel this reality.
Qingmang couldn't help but tremble, his hand was so icy.
Dai Qin also sensed her reaction and immediately put his hand down.
Qing Mang smiled, took his hand, and shoved the hand stove in his hand into his hand.
The warmth of his hand spread along his arm, as if his whole body was hot.
"Are you alright?" Dai Qin asked in a low voice.
"Well," Qingmang nodded, "The imperial doctor persuaded the medicine in time, and there was no problem." ”
The voice was crisp and tactful, pouring into his ears, which actually caused a fever in his lower abdomen.
I don't know how much patience it took him to feel that his hands were not cold, so he threw the hand stove casually, circled Qingmang's soft body and kissed it again.
This time he kissed hotly, and his hand also touched the soft waist that Xiao had been thinking about for a long time.
Just when Qingmang was about to lose her stand, Dai Qin picked her up horizontally and put her on the bed.
At the moment of leaning down, Dai Qin stopped, looked at her with his arms propped up, as if to ask, "Is that okay?" ”
He vaguely remembered that he was the overlord of the grassland, as long as the women he fancied would be in his pocket without any consent, and now in a trance, he felt that those women, along with Toya, seemed to be just a vague past life.
The woman under him was different, he cared about her feelings, even if he was in pain, as long as she refused, he would grit his teeth and walk out.
Qing Mang looked at his burning eyes in anticipation, smiled, and slowly wrapped his hands around his back, pecking lightly on his lips.
Dai Qin has never seen a better invitation!
He slowly leaned down and lingered around her neck.
Her skin was extremely white, thin, and tender, and a red mark appeared on her body after a kiss.
All the people in the room retreated, and Dai Qin no longer suppressed himself, and with the thoughts and love of many days, he melted Qingmang into him.