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Seeing Zhu Zhanji stay, Sun Qingyang only felt full of joy, and no longer cared about being reserved, he looked up at him from the quilt tenderly and confirmed: "The concubine is still sick, can the emperor stay here today?" ”

Zhu Zhanji nodded, sat on the edge of the couch, and said gently: "It's okay, the imperial doctor said that you are not a human being." After a pause, he teased a little: "Obviously I want to stay, but I still refuse to say it." Look at your eyes, they are all looking at me and won't turn their eyes, and they are still pressed in my heart, if I don't see it, what will you do? ”

His words caused Sun Qingyang's eyes to burst into tears, and she hurriedly stopped.

looked at Zhu Zhanji's wheat-colored skin, his eyes as deep as the sea, and occasionally revealed his cold facial expression...... Although she hadn't seen him for more than ten days, it seemed that it had been a long time, and her eyes became more and more tender when she looked at him.

It seems that since he ascended the throne, everything has to stand alone, and because of the world, his whole person has completely precipitated and thickened. Before, he had some new sharpening fire, as aggressive as a sharp knife in his palm, but now, he is already sharp, like a sword in a box, seemingly gentle as jade, but the world is unparalleled flying.

Fortunately, after so many years, he did not fall in love with her because of her decay, nor did he break off before he was old.

He no longer declares his feelings for her, but he understands everything.

Just like she did to him, the tea in her hand was just the temperature of her mouth.

Everything was just right.

She looked at Zhu Zhanji almost greedily, at his straight nose, high eyebrow bones and deep eyes under the eyebrow bones. His well-defined lips, thick black sword eyebrows, and handsome face blocked by a long beard may not be the most handsome in the world, but it is the most touching to her heartstrings.

Zhu Zhanji smiled and let her watch, suddenly leaned down, imprinted a mark on her lips, and then got up and said, "I went to the clean room first." ”

When he came out of the clean room, he did not immediately enter the bed, but walked into the room, stopped, and looked sideways at the dresser.

Sun Qingyang turned to his eyes and looked at the rhombic mirror on the dresser, Zhu Zhanji's face was reflected in it, although he stood very close, it seemed to be far away, and behind the image in the mirror was her lying on the bed, with a pair of happy eyes.

Presumably, it was precisely because he saw her appearance in the mirror that he stopped.

The eyes of the two met in the mirror.

Zhu Zhanji slowly stretched out his fingers, leaned over the mirror, and followed the outline of Sun Qingyang in the mirror, depicting and painting over and over again.

Sun Qingyang's tears fell without warning, she pulled the quilt up, covered her face, and sobbed and trembled silently.

Zhu Zhanji's fingers paused, stayed on the mirror for a moment, and finally retracted it, and hurriedly walked to her.

Sun Qingyang cried for a while, felt better in his heart, and pulled the quilt open.

saw Zhu Zhanji leaning over and looking down at her.

"Little Flower Cat, here you go." Zhu Zhanji suddenly laughed, and bent over a snow-white brocade to stuff it into Sun Qingyang's hand. Then he lifted his legs and went to the couch, stretched his two long arms back, hugged the back of his neck and lay beside her.

Sun Qingyang glanced at the mirror on the dresser and saw that his face was in a mess, and his rouge was washed away by tears. The eyebrows became a clump of flowers, and two black streams were drawn on the face along the tear stains; Crying red and swollen lips - what a flower cat.

She got up and twisted her back to Zhu Zhanji, and said a little embarrassedly: "The concubine is going to wash her face." With that, he got out of the bed and walked quickly to the clean room.

She was about to wash her face under the waiting of Yan Zhi and others, but she heard Zhu Zhanji's footsteps follow.

He raised his hand and said to Yan Zhi, "You all go out." ”

Sun Qingyang hurriedly lowered his head and poured warm water from the basin on his face.

Zhu Zhanji stood beside Sun Qingyang and looked at it for a while, and said, "I'll wash you." As he spoke, he soaked the towel handkerchief, turned Sun Qingyang to face him, held the wet towel in one hand, and wiped it on her face.

Messy rouge, smudged eyebrows...... Under his delicate and gentle wiping, they were restored to that beautiful face, and although the lips were not as red as before, they had a pink color, delicate and delicate.

His movements, like a gentle feather duster, kept sweeping back and forth in the softest place in Sun Qingyang's heart, making a numb and crispy feeling flow through her limbs and bones in an instant.

She tilted her head and suddenly kissed him on the lips.

Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment, and then quickly gave her an enthusiastic response.

Not only did he respond to her kiss, but he also held her waist with one hand, and the other touched her left breast, kneading and twisting on it.

Sun Qingyang only felt that his chest was like a fire, being grasped and kneaded by Zhu Zhanji's big hands, circling back and forth, and tremors flowed from there along the blood veins to his body.

This long-lost feeling made Sun Qingyang's body suddenly tense.

Zhu Zhanji felt her stiffness, took his hand away from her chest, picked her up, and carried her back to the bedroom.

Yan Zhi and the others, who were waiting outside to wait for them, were busy and avoided going out.

Sun Qing raised his head without raising his head, only nestled in Zhu Zhanji's arms and gasped slightly.

Putting Sun Qingyang on the bed, Zhu Zhanji untied his shirt, put down the tent, held Sun Qingyang in his arms, slowly moved one hand to her back, slowly stroked down from the neck, and twisted back and forth between her soft waist and still solid and round buttocks, like a dragonfly dotting water, trying to relax her.

But Sun Qingyang still tensed nervously.

Zhu Zhanji kissed her lips, first lingering outside her lips and teeth, and then, with the tip of his tongue began to stir in, seeing that she was a little relaxed, one hand rubbed the soft twin peaks on her chest, and played with her palm in circles on top of her.

Sun Qingyang closed her eyes, her face was flushed, like a fire cloud in the sky, she remembered the nervousness in the past, and wanted to push Zhu Zhanji away, but with the word "no ......" she made, Zhu Zhanji's tongue went deeper and deeper, wrapping her, sucking and entwining.

Sun Qingyang opened his eyes nervously, but when he saw the look of devotion on Zhu Zhanji's face, he hesitated, and he couldn't bear to push him away.

Between hesitations. Zhu Zhanji had already kissed her round chin and slender neck from her lips, all the way to her chest.

He buried his head in the deep ravine in front of her chest, took a few deep breaths, tilted his head from time to time, and sucked her tender little cherries until they slowly stiffened.

A burst of softness flowed down Sun Qingyang's limbs from the protrusion on her chest, and she began to let out a slight gasp.

She closed her eyes again.

Zhu Zhanji laid her flat on the bed, parted her thin white legs, and prepared to stand up and smash Huanglong directly.

But before she was halfway inside, she saw that her whole body trembled uncontrollably, her face turned snow-white, large beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and back, and her teeth almost bit her lower lip to the point of bleeding.

Since giving birth to Zhu Qizhen, their sexual affairs have always been like this, starting in full swing and ending hastily in the middle.

Sun Qingyang was almost about to cry.

Zhu Zhanji saw her and knew that she was in extreme pain, so he stopped moving his body and kissed her earlobe while kissing her ear.

"Good Qingyang, don't be afraid, I won't go in, let's hold it like this, you relax, relax......"

Sun Qingyang just breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt that Zhu Zhanji was next to him under him, rubbing up and down.

Gradually her heart grew a longing again.

Her private parts were rubbed for a long time, and finally the tide gushed out, she reached out to wrap her arms around Zhu Zhanji's waist, pulled him to herself, and motioned him to go in.

Zhu Zhan had basically reached a critical juncture, and seeing Sun Qingyang like this, he didn't hesitate for a moment and stayed close to her.

The hot feeling immediately swept through Sun Qingyang's body from the bottom up.

Sun Qingyang snorted lightly twice in his nose, and his eyes were full of water.

Sun Qingyang felt the emptiness in his heart, and the feeling of wanting to be filled gradually became stronger.

It was as if an invisible wind was drilling into her, and she could no longer support her stiff body, and lay relaxed on the bed, as if the air was thin, and she had to open her mouth to breathe softly.

She only felt that the whole person was floating in a place that could not reach the sky or the ground, and she was crying, grabbing Zhu Zhanji's back hair with both hands and dragging it fiercely.

Zhu Zhanji chuckled lowly: "It's so clear...... Heart, I'm coming. ”

Sun Qingyang's whole body was even softer, no longer stiff and painful just now, his whole body was itchy and soft, with all five flavors, and streams of spring water gurgled out of his body.

The flower path has not been swept by customers for a long time, and the pengmen is open for you again.

And Zhu Zhanji finally entered the place he had been longing for again.

"Qingyang, so Qingyang...... You're in such good shape...... That's nice...... I'm going to die...... I'm dying...... Finish. Zhu Zhanji roared, tightly pressed the peak of Sun Qingyang's chest, and his waist swung continuously, and continued to hit.

Sun Qingyang was knocked out of the clouds by his last few hits, and suddenly felt that his whole body was transparent, like drinking wine, and his limbs and hundreds of bones were warm as if they were in the clouds, and he couldn't step on the real place, and flew into a void.

Between the vast world and the world, only him and her remained.

Zhu Zhanji lay on Sun Qingyang's body and gasped for breath.

The two reached the clouds almost at the same time.

Zhu Zhanji gasped, turned his head and saw Sun Qingyang's eyes closed tightly, and his nose breathing was weak, obviously he had enjoyed the ultimate pleasure just now, so he would show such a look.

His heart was full of joy.

After passing this level, from now on, she can have a thousand postures and ten thousand styles under her body.

They finally have this intimacy again between you and me, and I and you.