How could her little struggle be put in Jun Zui's eyes, Jun Zui restrained her casually, and her hands kept moving.

On the purple-black desk, the little emperor with ice muscles and jade skin was pressed on the folds, and the cinnabar handwriting on the folds that had just been approved was not dry, and it was imprinted on her body, and together with those mottled kiss marks, it became evidence of some kind of relationship between the two.

Before passing out, Jun drunk gently bit her earlobe.

"I won't let you go."

He whispered softly.

.

The power of the prime minister is getting bigger and bigger, whether it is in the court or in the army, and it has steadily defeated the current saint.

On the surface, he is still respectful to the saint, but those with long eyes can see that the one on the throne has been hollowed out.

Especially the emperor still does not come to the court from time to time, and his attitude is extremely casual, which makes many people talk behind his back.

In fact, Ye Chuijin didn't want to, but there was no way, Prime Minister Jun was gentle and elegant on the surface, but in fact he was as fierce as a jackal, tiger and leopard, every time he tossed her to the point of fainting, and when she opened her eyes the next day, it was either noon, or it was already evening, what morning did she go to.

During this time, she has also lost weight visibly.

Ye Chuijin cried: [He is like a fox spirit who sucks people's essence, and people swear that they will ignore him in the future. 】

When the vixen came to suck her essence again, she forgot the oath she had made to the system.

Jun was very patient, not in a hurry at all, and slowly grinded her.

Finally, when he brought up the topic of serving him again, the little emperor who had been tossed and died was slightly moved.

Even if you refuse, you will be forced to do that kind of thing, if you agree, at least you have the power in your hands, and maybe you have the power to fight back.

The trapped beast is especially fighting, not to mention the little emperor who has always been high.

Seeing her looseness, Jun drunk in her ear and charmed: "The minister will not ask the emperor to do anything too much, but every time I want to make love to you, you struggle hard." ”

He gently held the little emperor's wrist covered with black bruises, and sighed: "I can't bear it, I make you so miserable every time." ”

The little emperor did not deny it and did not answer.

Jun Zui already knew that she had a hard mouth, and when he saw her acquiescence, he was no longer polite.

He let go of the hand that imprisoned the little emperor, and whispered in her ear: "The emperor thinks, how to serve me with color to be sincere?" ”

The little emperor didn't move, only took a few quick breaths, and was so angry that he wanted to kill.

But in the end, she still climbed on his neck like those favorite concubines in the harem, revealing the places that had only been touched by him.

Looking at the unobstructed scenery in front of him, Jun was drunk and pressed up.

He smiled silently sarcastically.

You see, you resisted me when I liked you so much, and now you can only crouch under me.

I have so many means to get you shackled.

But at that time, why didn't you know how to cherish my liking?

.

The little emperor was tossed and softened, but it was the first time that he no longer struggled under him like this, and Jun was not so fierce when he was drunk, and when the little emperor fell asleep, he kindly drugged her.

The next day, the little emperor finally woke up in front of the morning court.

The king was drunk and trustworthy, and the little emperor took back the household for the first time with Israel.