The autumn rain was blown by the wind and swept on the moonlight, making a gurgling sound. Gradually, the rain stopped, and night enveloped the quiet courtyard.

The closed green yarn was suddenly opened by a slender hand, Fu Cang picked up the crow green robe on the ground and put it on, went barefoot to make tea again, and when she came back with the tea case, the dragon princess also put on the robe, her long satin-like hair was tucked up on her shoulders, and her calves were cocked on the futon, and she slowly picked the cloud pattern on her sleeves.

She suddenly squinted at him very unkindly, and her soft voice was cold: "You are too sloppy. ”

Relying on her own injuries, she is not easy to push or earn, and she is blamed for being too soft-hearted. Strange, she has always had a hard heart, and when she met him, she changed completely.

Fu Cang didn't answer, only poured a cup of tea and handed it to her lips, Xuanyi drank half a cup in disgust, then pushed his hand away, she was quite energetic, but was hurt and tired by his malicious behavior, couldn't help but hold down a yawn with his sleeve, pulled the quilt and got in, and slept in the middle unceremoniously, and arrogantly ordered him by the way: "Close the tent, I'm going to sleep." ”

Fu Cang still didn't speak, drank a cup of tea by herself, opened the gauze tent and wanted to go to bed, she immediately pressed the quilt: "The bed is mine." ”

He doesn't want to come up, just sleep on the futon himself!

Fu Cang looked at her, stepped from her to the bed with kindness, uncovered the quilt, took her struggling body into his arms, and looked down at her slightly reddened lips, which were bitten by him. He slowly brushed her long loose hair from the back of her head, scooped up the gold ring that had fallen in the corner, rubbed it for a while, and gently put it on the Nanmu cabinet next to the bed.

The body in his arms was still worried about his injury, and he didn't struggle as soon as he got close, and after a while, he seemed to have no bones, and he was leaning on his arms, like a cat.

The hatred that had been in his chest before had gradually faded, and the remorse had gradually surfaced, and he had only wanted to beat and reprimand, but because of the impulse, she was out of control, and she was in terrible pain, and she was shaking all the time, and she was forced to hold on to nothing.

In the face of her, he always has those vicious sides to be tossed out.

Xuanyi pillowed on his arm, trying not to sleep, seeing his long black hair falling in front of him, she rolled up a lock, and swiped it like flowing water on the bare collarbone at his loose neckline, this subtle itching and sweetness made Fu Cang's heartbeat suddenly quicken, and suddenly pressed her hand, interlacing her fingers.

Her demeanor was as lazy as her body, and she suddenly called him softly: "Senior Brother Fucang, are those immortal apricot blossoms still blooming in the garden?"

Fu Cang's thinking about her has reached the point where she can keep up without thinking about it: "It has bloomed twice in these years, and it will take thousands of years for the next flowering." ”

It's going to be so long, and there is a look of regret in her eyes, and the scenery over there is really good.

Fu Cang kissed her lightly on the forehead: "I will have time to watch it in the future, I'm afraid you will get tired of seeing it." ”

She looked at him curiously and clearly, as if to ask why there was time to look, and he smiled a little, not responding to her curiosity.

Xuanyi didn't ask any more questions, and her eyes looked at the pearl earrings hanging around his neck, which were stained with some dried blood, and she immediately picked them off with her fingernails.

Fu Cang looked at her bright and charming face approaching, his dark eyes were rarely a little hesitant, and he paused for a while before asking in a low voice, "You...... Does it still hurt?"

The seductive crimson climbed up her neck again, she narrowed her eyes, but her tone was very cold: "How can the Candle Yin Clan hurt." ”

...... What does this have to do with Candle Yin?

Fu Cang lifted the hem of her robe, originally just wanted to see if there was any injury, the palm of her hand touched her leg, she froze again, and hid in the quilt, blocking him for a long time, the wide robe on his body was suddenly loosened, he simply pressed his back and did not hide, completely ignoring her legs, and his fingertips touched her most defenseless and delicate place. She clutched his collar and toes continued to struggle with the quilt.

Does it still hurt a lot? Fu Cang kissed her on the face as if soothing and seductive, her soft and slender body really shouldn't be reckless and rude.

Her breathing gradually became rapid, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and there was suddenly a layer of blurry water in her eyes, and she no longer cared whether he was hurt or not, and pushed him hard with both hands.

The feeling of the fingers became soft, it turned out that it was not painful, Fu Cang lowered his head and licked her lips.

As if he found that it was useless to hide in the quilt, Xuanyi hid up as he did at the beginning, he didn't stop it, clasped his willow-like waist, bit open the neckline with his teeth, and dropped a broken kiss on her chest, down the intercostal space, almost lifting her up, and his hot breath sprayed on her abdomen.

Xuanyi suddenly hugged his head, she was already covered with dragon scales, and she didn't feel pain, but she really felt a burning slight pain in the skin he kissed, and the slightest itching pain made her fascinated. She wanted him to stop, but instinctively she didn't seem to want him to stop. He was so pleasing to her, evoking what she was hiding in the deepest depths, only he could.

The bare legs had hooked his body, hooking him seductively towards himself. She finally lost to the instinct of the dragon nature, and couldn't help but obey his flirtatious movements, and made a coquettish voice in her snort that she had never heard before, and suddenly curled up again, holding his face tightly with both hands, and pressed her forehead to it, calling him: "Senior Brother Fucang." ”

Fu Cang rolled over and pressed her, lowered his head and kissed her deeply, their bodies entangled in one place, and their limbs also entangled in one place.

She's ready, don't run away this time.

Want more, give her more. Xuanyi subconsciously hooked his shoulders, unwillingly chasing his lips that he tried to leave, and finally completely attacked him in turn, and the deep teasing made the root of her tongue numb. His body was so heavy, he was invading her forcefully and irresistibly, just as he was irresistible to a hurricane-like entanglement, and once again dragged her into a hurricane, the world spinning, and her spirit was wrong.

She let out a choked sigh or a towel, as if she were about to break, a pleasure that drove her almost insanely, and shrank in the midst of his staccato kisses, with the violent rhythm he controlled.

Fu Cang folded her waist and sat up, tilted his head and kissed her trembling eyelashes, whispering words that only she could understand. The dark clouds dispersed, the frost-colored moonlight illuminated the hazy green yarn, her hair seemed to glow one by one, the jade porcelain-like skin seemed to emit a faint snow light, the green yarn was swaying again, and the two robes had already slipped to the ground again, she was like a vine and gently entangled him, and the crystal sweat fell on the bridge of his nose.

His words, Xuanyi can no longer remember what he answered, the deep and eroded ecstasy is waiting for her, only he can give it, heaven and earth, only he can give it to her.

Fu Cang grabbed her arms and wrapped them around herself, her powerful arms tightly hugging her trembling slender body.

His dragon princess, bloom for him.

(Zilang Literature)