After nightfall, the temperature in the room climbs, which is a strange thing that is unnatural. Except for a wide and long towel, He Angelica, who did not have a single wisp, still felt very hot, and the most unavoidable heat came from Meng Xuan's sharp and shiny gaze.

A wind passing through the window blew out the four celadon lamps with great understanding, darkening the room by two minutes, leaving only two gold-wrapped red candles the thickness of forearms, silently spitting flowing red.

Several maids didn't know whether they wanted to or not, and "tied" her slender arms into the towel, and she was thinking about Meng Xuan's whereabouts with anxiety all the time, and was immersed in the strong shock brought by the majestic [beep], so that she was at the mercy of the maids, and finally became in this state of immobility. Alas, Qing'er help, Uncle Nie help, who can save her?

Meng Xuan's hair was scattered, revealing a bit of wild and untamed, a pair of big palms brushed his dripping long hair, once, twice, three times, and then the long hair turned to half-dry in the steam.

His breath was messy, and he walked to the bed step by step, where there was his longing little wife, crimson cheeks that did not need to be applied, lips that were more fragrant and soft than the most moist petals, with the taste he missed the most, a pair of steamy eyes, flashing with frightened light, blinking and staring at him, how lovely and how lovely. The fragrant milk after bathing is like an inch of lovesick soul, which tickles every distraction of his mind.

That's right, this woman he has in mind will never be separated from him from now on.

A sturdy and strong body, full of strength, pressed the delicate body deep into the bed, a pair of big palms slowly put down the red gauze tent, black and bright eyes, recklessly patrolled the delicate body of the person under him, pink skin, slightly open lips, and the face that looked more and more petite and crystal because of fear. He lovingly stroked her long damp hair, urging his internal force to steam it dry with the heat of his palm.

The towel that bound her was untied and pulled away, and she was thrown out of the tent at will, and her creamy fragrant skin, smooth shoulders, plump snow peaks, slender waist, and slender legs were all exposed to his condescending bird's eye view.

"Qing'er, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I just want to take you to experience some wonderful feelings." He slowly grabbed her ankles, parted her legs, pushed his knees more open, and gently told her, "If you shout to stop, I'll stop." The big palm studied the curves he was familiar with.

"Stop."

He Angelica lightly opened his lips and wanted to test whether his words were true or false. But she didn't expect this word to be surprisingly good, the two paws on her chest and waist really stopped in place obediently, and kept staying there without moving, not moving for a long time, burning the skin in that place with her palm, which made her suspect that he wanted to stop there at all.

"Well, I mean," she whispered, "I want you to stop what you're doing and lie down and sleep normally." ”

The reason she spoke so quietly was because his face was so close to her, almost close to her. The warm breath brushed her eyelashes, and it was he who was smiling lowly, a pair of crystal black eyes, like a beast in a hunt, locking her as a prey, not missing her every expression. She plucked up the courage to accuse him of his unscrupulous deeds with a righteous and awe-inspiring gaze, but the orange candlelight shining through the red gauze tent made his face even more handsome and seductive. She couldn't help but look at it for a moment, and then she raised her hand to pat herself, what to see!

One big hand clasped the slender wrist of her selfie, the tall and intimidating male body pressed every inch of her skin, and the other palm completely violated the preface, lingering on the delicate and sensitive skin recklessly, stirring up waves of numbness, and looking deeply into her eyes, as if admiring her trembling and confused. In every domineering action of Meng Xuan, there is a deeper level of tenderness.

Bei Yan bit her lip, it was she who restrained herself from moaning shamefully, but the gradually loosening of her heart defense was powerless to save her from this strange wave of lust, the incomprehensible tenderness of the man who claimed to love her turned into a pool of spring water warmer than a soup bath, and slowly dragged her into it and drowned, and she was unwilling to resist.

The burning breath parted her lips and teeth, and he sucked the tip of her delicate tongue, swallowed all the thoughts she would not confide, and whispered to her: "Don't bear it, my garden is very quiet, there is no outsider at night, and my ears are good, and I can hear anyone who approaches this place." ”

Tears rolled in his eyes, rolling over his pink cheeks and dripping from his ears onto the pillow. Under the torture of those hot palms, she finally let out a sweet and sympathetic whisper, and under the fiery eyes of the man on her body, she was as timid as a happy slave girl, trembling and rolling. Soon after, a pair of delicate and small jade feet suddenly straightened, and she briefly passed out as she ascended to the clouds, vaguely feeling that he was using the most hot and hard place to slowly resist her most unguarded moist and weak.

The whole body swept through the soft clear waves, his eyes were closed, and he bit his lip and waited for that moment to come. After waiting for a while, but she didn't come, the temperature from him, the Tao flowed into her body. She squirmed uneasily, so Meng Xuan knew that she had woken up, and called her in a low voice: "Qing'er? Awake? Open your eyes and look at me. The rough thumb touched and gently wiped away the tears from her pink cheeks.

Feather eyelashes trembled and opened, and she looked into his eyes, which were clearly written with deep affection, clearer than ever, and made her understand at once: this man loved and cherished her.

"Qing'er, I love you, I want you, I want you for a lifetime."

As he said these vows, he picked up his pink buttocks and suddenly stepped forward, and the scorching firmness broke into her tenderness.

"Ah~~"

A swollen pain visited her, robbing her of all the sweetness and warmth that had been before. She thumped his chest and shoulders, trying to push away this heavy and thick body, "Go away, it hurts to death, Meng Xuan, you bastard!" ”

"Shen Shi, this is my word, and your 'Qingyi' is a pair made in heaven, a pair set by the earth. In the past, every time I came to this time, Qing'er, you called me that. He whispered in his ear, and sealed her with thin lips, absorbing every bit of her sweetness, as if to feed her every word he had ever said, so that she would never forget it.

Fearing a repeat of the mistakes of the last boat, he summoned all his self-control so that he would not be fierce about her, but when her lilac tongue began to respond to him, when a pair of white hands consciously clinged to his shoulders, and when the slender legs clamped him, all his proud self-control was gone. Even if everything between heaven and earth was incinerated to ashes except her, it would no longer matter to him.

With a beast-like roar from deep in his throat, he began his primordial rhythm, pouring the endless pleasure into her body slowly and quickly, causing her to shed more tears, his eyes staring at her for a moment, not wanting to miss her every expression, and again and again, imprinting his traces on her body.

Ten slender fingers, all buckled into the thick muscles of his shoulders, and there was no other way to relieve so much ecstasy.

The gentle moaning of the woman and the muffled hum of the low-pitched man lingered in the new room for a long time, and the red gauze tent fluttered and swayed, separating the light and shadow with the jumping tears and red candles. Because of the sentence in the book, "A moment of Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold", Meng Xuan refused to live up to this priceless Spring Festival all night, from the night to the rooster chirping, a pair of people in the gauze tent were reluctant to separate, overlapping and undulating in the warm spring, just like the time they were in the jasper bamboo building in the previous life or more in the previous life.

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At three o'clock on the second day, Meng Xuan finally squeezed out the last trace of physical strength and sanity of the person in his arms, seeing that she was sleeping deeply, no matter how reckless he fiddled with the beauty, he couldn't get her half of the protest, he finally got up and got out of bed, pulled the brocade quilt and carefully wrapped his delicate body, simply cleaned up the battle situation on the ground, and changed into a set of blue and silver embroidered robes, tied the crown and tie, and took care of himself when he was young, which was more Yushu in the wind than yesterday when he was dressed in a red wedding dress.

Different from the weakness of the bride, this groom official is like the old demon of Montenegro who specializes in absorbing essence, and he has picked up yin and yang from her, and has become more radiant than ever. It's really hurtful, it's good.

When I listened closely, there were several maids talking in a low voice under the corridor, and the topics revolved around "The old lady has already asked twice, should I wake up the seventh master and the seventh grandmother", "That Qi Gongzi's smiling eyes can speak" and "Which person Qi Gongzi's eyes just fell on", and the argument became louder and louder.

Meng Xuan was in excellent spirits, in a very good mood, and very happy in everything, so he listened with great interest to the whispers of the maids that he had never heard before.

"Don't be a nymphomaniac, which eye do you have to see him look at you?" Several people laughed at the same time.

"My left eye and my right eye saw at the same time! Qi Gongzi, he is looking at me," a maid said unconvinced, "It's just that his afterglow swept over you once, and you felt that he saw it." ”

"Don't be sentimental, what he sees is the plum tree behind you, and his eyes are drifting far away." Another maid said, "Actually, I think he seems to be listening to a voice from somewhere, and not looking at any of us." ”

The first maid said unconvinced: "The plum tree in the courtyard is bald, what is there to see, he is looking at me, don't be jealous." ”

The third voice smiled: "Okay, okay, don't fight, the son of the other family just stepped forward to ask for a way, and it provoked you like this, look at Xiangzhi, you have a little bit of talent, you are still a child who has been serving the seventh son." That Qi Gongzi is not as handsome as our Seventh Prince, and he deserves to be so blushing and thick-necked. ”

It turned out that the name of the first maid was "Xiangzhi", and Meng Xuan heard this and came to such a conclusion.

"Hmph, lotus lotus, what are you talking about, who doesn't know the situation of the seventh prince," Xiangzhi said aggrievedly, "He doesn't touch the house more than three times all year round, and it can add up to a month, and he, he ......"

"What about him?" Several maids asked at the same time.

What's wrong with me? Meng Xuan raised her eyebrows with interest, waiting for the next step of the Xiangzhi girl.

He ...... The seventh son, he had no choice but to be a longyang, and not a woman. Xiangzhi whispered to several gossiping companions, "This is what I heard from Brother Song who came back from the army." ”