Fu Cang's fingertips gently wiped the wound on his neck, looked down at the blood on it, and then raised his eyes to look at her.

The rare gentle and sad gaze condensed in her eyes again.

Don't look at him like that, he never chased after her to make her sad. has always been like this, such a bitter and extreme love for her will always be mixed with hatred, and now this hatred is flooding the chest. He hated her selfishness, but this tender sadness made him hate it even more.

Fu Cang suddenly covered her eyes, and the blood of her fingers stained her forehead: "...... Don't look at me like that. ”

The dragon princess didn't speak, her eyelashes trembling in her palms, itchy and crispy. Her eyes were covered, revealing only the lower half of her face, and her plump and beautiful lips were slightly pursed, and her appearance reminded Fu Cang of the first time she came to this courtyard, everything was different from that time, but it seemed to be exactly the same.

The willful, indulgent and selfish dragon princess still makes him sink and hate.

The pain of the wound made him bold and direct again, Fu Cang reached out to hold her shoulder, his fingers closed, but soon it quickly slid down on her waist, and with a force, the slender and curvy body fell into his arms, and he leaned down heavily on her soft lips.

The dragon princess let out painful convulsions in her snort, and immediately began to struggle, pressing her hands on the wounds on his chest, and as if frightened, she hurriedly withdrew her hands, propped herself on the ground, and pushed her body backwards.

What he didn't need the most was her distress and pity at the moment, as if reminding him again and again that she was not strong enough to imprison her in the palm of her hand, so she was hurt again and again, so ruthless that she left him far away.

Fu Cang pressed her back to hold her close to him, and the hand covering her eyes pushed her head back, as if he wanted to vent the hatred in his heart, intertwined with her trembling lips, and dug deep into his teeth, not allowing any dodge and evasion.

Holding him, this is true mercy and tenderness.

But her hands were still hiding backwards, her body back, and her head moving downward. Fu Cang's hand covering her eyes slid down the back of her head and grabbed her hair, so that she had to raise her head, trembling at the fierce kiss.

Her flustered and rapid breath sprayed on her face, and her breath was cold, but his skin was already hot to the touch, and her ears and temples were grinding, as delicate as flower petals. Fu Cang couldn't help but loosen her hair, and her fingertips reached into her cheeks, rubbing them along the curve of her jaw on her slender neck.

Xuanyi couldn't tell whether it was itchy or confused at this time, there was always a string in his brain, and he couldn't struggle and resist as he used to, in case he accidentally pushed it somewhere, the wound would bleed again.

She felt that she was extremely busy and extremely helpless, her two hands did not know how to swing, sometimes subconsciously pushed, sometimes hurriedly retracted, and finally had to choke the robe on his shoulder, and the silk material was crumpled by her.

The robe on his body was already wide and loose, the neckline was all open at some point, and the skin on his back was ironed by his palm, Xuanyi suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged Fu Cang's neck tightly, not looking.

According to past experience, basically he would stop very considerately at this time, Xuanyi hugged him with all his strength, not looking down at him, she was almost hanging on him, and her robe was about to slide down her arms.

Fucang's hot breath sprayed on her ears, and he really didn't continue, so she quickly found her voice and called him: "Senior Brother Fucang." ”

Help her close her clothes, and then he tried to beat her and reprimand her, and she decided to sit obediently and listen, never saying a word.

But the next moment, his lips fell on her ears, and his two hands did not hesitate to pass through the gaps in the robe, holding her porcelain and silky body. Xuanyi gasped and slammed on the ground. Emperor

Fu Cang picked her up, trapped her in his arms, turned around and turned back to the bedroom, Xuanyi was at a loss, hurriedly climbed up and continued to hug his neck, searching his intestines and stomach, and could only tearfully read out an excuse that had already been used for a long time: "I, I'm hungry...... Wait!"

Wait? And then she ran away? Why was she always hiding? Since she was always hiding, he chased after her, and since he had been caught, did you think he would let go?

The blue gauze submerged her slender figure, Fu Cang leaned over and kissed her as if seducing, kissing from the corner of the left lip to the corner of the right lip, slowly rubbing with her soft lip flap, prying open the lips and teeth little by little to taste the delicacies inside, and the tip of the tongue touched her.

The cumbersome and loose robe was peeled off little by little, and the fiery kiss went all the way down, tossing and turning, and the jade porcelain frosty skin was bitten and licked between his lips.

It seemed to be covered by overwhelming cloud patterns, dizzy and heavy, his hot body skin touched hers, Xuanyi felt that she was going to sink into this bed again, the futon was tossed and crushed under her, and her toes were entwined, she didn't know if she couldn't get rid of it, or if she couldn't get rid of him.

Crow's sweaty robe fell under the green veil, and Fu Cang leaned over her, brushing the long hair that covered her face from the pillow, staring at her blurry crimson face, like a flower about to bloom, his dragon princess. This is his courtyard, his house, his bed, and he really does imprison her.

For more than 20,000 years, acquaintance, resentment, and love with her are like three reincarnations, and he can't extricate himself from falling into it every time.

Let him sink deeper, and don't run away.

He hung his head and kissed her half-damp lips, and then hooked her knee and opened it for him.

The dragon princess's soft and boneless body began to stiffen again, and then she hid upward, the golden ring fell to the pillow, his long hair suddenly merged with her long hair, and he lowered his head and kissed her slightly sweaty face: "Don't hide." ”

Her breathing became more and more intense, her calves kicked on the mattress, and she kept hiding in the far corner of the bed, but he pressed forward step by step, and finally forced her to have no way to escape, and her body fell into his hands. There's no way back?

A grain of sweat slipped down his jade-like chin, the green yarn swayed endlessly, every movement made him suffer from severe pain and absolute pleasure, Fu Cang looked at the dragon princess condescendingly, she was in pain, it hurt more, so that he would be willful and indulgent, he deeply hated this willfulness, but he had always been deeply attracted to it.

The dragon princess seemed to endure it to the extreme, and her hands stretched out to push him and scratch him, she was tortured by his gentle and even rough violent movements as if she was going crazy, but her hand stretched out, and after all, she didn't scratch the wounds on his body, but just grabbed his bare and strong shoulders, opened her mouth and bit hard at the place where there was no trauma.

Until the bite smelled of blood, she let go of her hand again, shielded her eyes with her arms, and tossed and turned on the futon repeatedly, making a rapid and intermittent gasping sound.

Fu Cang grabbed her two wrists, opened them and pressed them into the futon, so that he could look at her.

Her long hair was covered again, and a blurred crimson remained on her neck, and her face and lips turned pale with pain. Fu Cang couldn't help but hold the back of her neck, leaned down and hugged her gently.

"Hold me. He whispered.

Her delicate arms finally wrapped around his neck, and Fu Cang slowed his movements, kissing her sweaty forehead, down her cheek, slowly and seductively sucking her lips. Her petal-like skin was carefully rubbed in the palm of her hand, and finally it was hot again, and her short and eager breath sprayed in his ear, and even her breath became hot, and her body opened up, becoming soft and clinging.

With staggered breathing and long hair staggered, he gradually became completely engaged, unable to extricate himself.

(Zilang Literature)