When Liang Bozhao's big hand reached into her clothes and stroked her smooth and delicate skin, Ning Xiang finally couldn't bear it, and whispered softly, her voice was already sweet, but this voice was indescribably charming, and the man listened to it in his ears, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

Ning Xiang was stunned after making that coquettish moan, she never thought that her voice would be so soft, her face was flushed, but the more panicked, the more sensitive her body was, her clothes had been faded by Liang Bozhao unconsciously, the bride's white skin was as red as the sunset, the clear pupils were floating with a shallow blur, green silk and ink dyed, snow skin and flowers, a good living color.

On the wedding night, just because Ning Xiang was full of resistance, Liang Bozhao had to force her body, but this night she was so soft and well-behaved, not only did she never resist, but even catered to it with youth, Liang Bozhao leaned over and looked at the villain under him, and the incomprehensible color in his black pupils flashed, but this scene did not allow him to think too much, so he only sank down and asked for bone-crushing pleasure.

Ning Xiang's slender body is like a boat in the waves, holding her husband's shoulders helplessly with one hand, and the whole person is like a silk, closely fitting with the man.

.........

The next day, Ning Xiang slept until the third pole of the sun.

When she woke up, there was no trace of Liang Bozhao beside her, she moved, just about to get up, her lower body was sore, and her legs were even softer, and she couldn't use any strength.

Last night, Liang Bozhao didn't know how to satisfy her again and again, until Ning Xiang couldn't bear it anymore, tears rippled, like pear blossoms with rain, he stopped asking for it, and fell asleep with her in his arms.

Ning Xiang himself didn't understand, and Liang Bozhao in his previous life often did this with him, but every time it was very fast, never like last night, the power was terrifying, not to mention, and it took so long.

Ning Xiang lay on the bed, thinking of last night's incident, her face couldn't stop being hot, she remembered her previous life, before she got married, she had heard Mama Lan in the village say that if this woman likes a man, just thinking about him, her body will be soft, not to mention being held in his arms, it will turn into a puddle of water.

Ning Xiang lowered her eyes, and couldn't help but pull the quilt to cover her face, last night, she did turn into a puddle of water, and now that she thinks about it, she is really going to die. I don't know how Liang Bozhao will see himself. If he sees himself as a merry woman, what if he is good...

Thinking of this, Ning Xiang suddenly felt a sigh in her heart, she propped herself up, even her arms were sore, and she only put on her clothes tremblingly. As soon as I got out of bed, a pair of feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and I couldn't walk softly, so I heard a "bang", but it was unstable and fell to the ground.

Ning Xiang was stunned.

Hearing the movement in the house, Liang Bozhao immediately pushed the door in, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw his little lady sitting on the ground, her face was pale, and after seeing himself again, her dark eyes moved slightly, with a little timidity, and she looked like a child who had done something wrong.

Liang Bozhao frowned, ran to Ning Xiang's side in three or two steps, and carried her back to the bed; "What's wrong?"

Ning Xiang didn't dare to raise her head in embarrassment, her black eyelashes trembled slightly, and the mosquito hummed as if she had to say something; "My leg hurts... I can't walk anymore. ”