As soon as the lips were connected, the sky and the earth moved, and the wind and rain were raging, and the two of them gnawed like young beasts on the grassland, without too much gentle and charming meaning, and some were just a few hints of excitement mixed with hatred. In particular, the blood between the lips rippled on the tips of the tongues of the two, some salty, some wet, some salty.

It's not affection or teasing, it's pure strife, a war between men and women. The role of the lips and tongue in the war is often the way of Su Qin or Zhang Yi, no one has thought that even a kiss can kiss and bleed, and the tongue can be so stubborn, bouncing, struggling, and pressing, and it can create infinite symbolic meaning in every square inch.

Either the east wind overpowers the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind, and the soft fragrance shape between the lips and teeth shows the process of struggle viciously and fragrantly, which makes people's tongue ache and give birth to the chūn meaning that gradually accumulates.

Li Ao said that when a man sees a woman, except for one place where it is hard, all other places are soft. Although Fan Xian was a resolute person, under such a fragrant attack, he was naturally ridden by the little emperor. He was unwilling, intending to resist, and hit the other party's buttocks hard with both hands, the delicate place hidden under the dragon robe in the flat rì, but people couldn't help but want to ask him, is this beating people, or is it **?

The twilight outside the quiet room is getting darker and darker, but the temperature inside is getting higher and higher, and the air seems to be filled with a double breath of battle and intimacy, the breath is mixed, with a faint smell of fragrant sweat, and the muffled hum that sounds from time to time is particularly heart-wrenching, and it is overwhelming.

I don't know who bit whose tongue, a cry of pain, I don't know who crushed whose moon, a light hum, I don't know who scattered whose long hair, scattered on the snow-white skin, I don't know who wrapped around whose waist, causing angry whispered scolding and more intense fighting.

A bloody cut appeared at the corner of Fan Xian's lips, he looked at the little emperor lying on his body, looked at her fragrant shoulders and jade breasts and the stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat in his eyes, snorted, turned over, pressed her down on the bed, pressed against her body, and stared at her fiercely.

The little emperor did not show the slightest weakness, stared back fiercely, and bit Fan Xian's shoulder again, and hit it with a fist, his waist and limbs were forceful, wanting to bounce up, and wanting to regain the active control.

This flick, extraordinarily, Fan Xian's face finally changed, the big wooden bed of the Jianlu squeaked, he pressed the little emperor's shoulders heavily, and kept panting and looking at her, without saying a word, just looking at her eyes, trying to see something more real from her eyes, not something as inexplicable as now.

It's a pity that in the eyes of the little emperor, he saw a lot, such as hatred, such as resentment, such as despair, such as liberation, such as ...... There was a strong feeling and a faint confusion, but I didn't see a trace of calculation and other things.

This is often the case with wars between men and women, and when they find that the other party has fallen into it first, they often jump into it. Feeling the delicate body that kept struggling under his body, the curves under his body were undulating, and the two soft and slightly cool skin covered with beads of sweat against his chest, especially the shape and elasticity that could be felt by the close interdependence under his body, made the calm in Fan Xian's eyes also turn into a light smoke after a while, and with the little emperor's soft voice in his ear, he flew to the top of the nine heavens, and he couldn't control anything anymore.

His hand slipped down her shoulder, and he held it gently, her upper body lifted, and her lips slid from his ear to his shoulder, biting down hard.

He was in pain, so he exerted himself and deformed the thing in his palm. She was in pain, uncomfortable, and felt weird, so she trembled, subconsciously hugged his body, held her upper body with difficulty, and pressed against him, feeling the other party's heartbeat and her own heartbeat, as well as the strange and complex stimulating feeling.

In the quiet room, there was no other sound, only heartbeat, wheezing, clothes grinding, occasionally a few fists, and two cries of pain.

The movement was getting louder and louder, and the wooden bed was almost unbearable for such torture, and the squeaking sound was getting clearer and clearer, as if it was about to fall apart at any moment. It is very puzzled, what are the men and women above tossing, do it, just do it, life is only 70 years, why bother with this day?

But the man and woman are fighting for this day and night, they hurt each other, love each other, blaspheme each other, alienate each other and close the distance, feel the body temperature of each other's hot dead people, and leave with palpitations, but they are reluctant.

Sweat dripped on the thin quilt, floating lightly on the bodies of the two people, as if it had been steamed by the extremely hot atmosphere in the room, turning into a thin mist, covering the couple and men who were intertwined inside.

The silent battle was carried out to the most critical moment, the clothes were like snow, and they had already melted in these three scenes, and the two people who had returned to the barbarian era gasped, looked at each other in a daze, and stuck together, and finally the little emperor turned over and became the master, sitting on Fan Xian's lower abdomen. She pressed her hands on Fan Xian's well-proportioned and hard chest, her black hair fell down, half covering the snow mounds on her chest, and she said in a deep voice with uneven breathing:

"I'm going to be up there. ”

There was a mud between the two, and sweat hung down down the black hair, dripping on Fan Xian's chest and dripping on the little emperor's hand. Fan Xian looked at the woman on his body, felt the abnormal movement below, and his heart beat violently, but he forcibly kept his mind and asked in a hoarse voice, "I want to know your name." ”

The little emperor is not an ordinary woman, she is used to being a man, not a woman, so even at such a chūn moment, she still wants to be on it. As an emperor, she can only ride people and not be ridden by people, she must be on it.

Fan Xian doesn't care about this, he is a modern person, he knows the force of action and reaction, knows what the theory of relativity is, being ridden and ridden by people are actually the same appearance. He just had to know the other person's name before that moment happened. To be one with oneself, one must be a woman with a name and a surname, a woman of her own, and not just a female emperor, because the emperor is just a code name, and the name represents something more.

At this time, the upper half of the little emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty was **, and the clothes on the lower body were piled up, barely covering the chūn light at the waist and hips, but she couldn't cover the hot and muddy touch inside, and her eyes were already missing the previous despair and resentment, some were just competitive and strong curiosity about strange things, and there was an emperor who was used to giving orders.

The dark room was quiet until this time, and the two of them didn't know how long they had been tossing, how long they had been hurt, and how long they had been close, but they still spoke for the first time. After the two sentences of dialogue, the atmosphere in the room seemed to have some very subtle changes, especially when he heard Fan Xian ask his name, the little emperor let the black sè waterfall long hair sweep over his handsome face, stretched out his fingertips, and slid over the other party's eyebrows like paintings in some confusion, and said in a sand voice: "You can be called Zhen Doudou at this time." ”

"War Beanie?"

Fan Xian only had time to ask a rhetorical question in his heart, and then gasped as she gently swayed her waist and hips and slowly sat down on his lower abdomen. As she sat down, her brows furrowed, as if she was in extreme pain.

The mountain road is narrow, although it has been full of mud, but it is more difficult to travel, yù cross the Yellow River ice and river, will climb the Taihang snow-filled mountain.

Fan Xian's chest rose and fell, and his hands subconsciously slid down her tempting waist socket, gently placing them on the two plump lumps in the depths of her clothes, gently pinching and playing, and she came to fish on the Bixi River, and suddenly took a boat to the side.

She bit her lower lip lightly, feeling a slight pain, but she refused to let go of the jade hand that pressed Fan Xian's shoulders for a moment, and slowly moved her body hard and even a little domineeringly, the pain in the heat made her face look extremely serious, like a king conquering the difficulties of the world.

Seeing this scene, Fan Xian's face was moved, and he was even a little confused, and his hands subconsciously began to play. I don't know how long it took, the ice and snow gradually melted, the long wind and waves, and gradually the sea, the two slowly joined together, hugged each other tightly, trembled with pain, trembled with intoxication, trembled with a touch of shame that finally floated into the tip of the woman's heart.

When the rì gradually passes, the twilight sè fades away, the men and women on the bed are on top of it, on the bottom, although silent and stubborn, although fragrant and twisted, no one is willing to admit defeat, no one is willing to bow their heads. Once a son of heaven and a courtier, on the big bed, there was already chaos between the monarch and the minister.

Exactly: Fangjing once swept the bitter guests and got drunk, Pengmen opened for the second time, where are the peach blossoms clean, and Liu Lang is here again.

―――――――――――――――――― when this war ended at the end, Fan Xian successfully returned to it, he didn't know how many times he fought with this stubborn woman, and finally succeeded in taking advantage of the moment when the other party was soft and regained the initiative to control it. This war was extremely crazy and rude, Fan Xian gasped and lay on her body, looking at the wound on his shoulder, he found that the flesh and blood bitten by the woman under him were blurred, and he couldn't help but palpitate.

Looking down, I saw that the jade man in his arms was no longer the appearance of an emperor who was high above him, his cheeks were dizzy like a glow, his eyes were blurred, his thin lips were slightly open, his breath was like an orchid, he was very tired, what was the difference between him and an ordinary woman?

When a man gets what he wants, he will turn from a beast into a hypocritical saint, willing to light a cigarette and read a newspaper, but will certainly be immediately freed from the entanglement of the woman in his arms. Fan Xian was no exception, but he gently hugged the little emperor's ** body, but did not leave, but looked at her quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

This scene actually happened four years ago, but Fan Xian didn't wake up at that time, and he didn't know what happened, but today's feeling was real, and he couldn't help but have a ridiculous feeling in his heart - this woman with long hair and shawl was the emperor of Northern Qi, the king of a country, but at this time she shrunk in her arms like a little rabbit.

The little emperor was tired, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were not long and blinking slightly, he should not have fallen asleep, but he was holding Fan Xian's waist, refusing to let go, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, and he sighed with satisfaction.

Looking at this scene, Fan Xian should be proud, but he didn't know why, he suddenly felt a chill, because he remembered a movie he had watched in his last life.

It's the same movie that everyone loves, "When Sally Meets Harry", and Megarian ends up crying and snotting in bed with Billy Christo, a friend of ten years, and then ends up with a big mouth and a sigh of contentment - like a pregnant female mantis, ready to enjoy the male mantis meal later.

Today's story of Fan Xian and the little emperor going to bed is actually so inexplicable and natural, she also cried, at a certain moment before.

So Fan Xian felt scared, he was afraid that he would become a male mantis.

At this time, the little emperor opened his eyes, woke up, and did not pick up the body that covered his **, so he was unscrupulously exposed in front of Fan Xian, just like this place is still her land, and Fan Xian is her courtier.

After she was silent for a long time, she suddenly glanced at Fan Xian with complicated feelings, and said with a smile: "I am your woman." ”

Fan Xian didn't know what he should say at this time, but he still felt extremely awkward when he heard these words, I want to be on it, I am your woman, I ...... I...... It's a headache.

The little emperor sat up, naturally combed his hair in front of Fan Xian, looked at the night sè outside the window, and said word by word: "I can assure you that there will be no second man in this life." Of course, I won't ask you not to go to the woman next to you, but you should understand...... Now that I have become your woman, my kingdom is also your kingdom, and you have to use more heart. ”

There was no light in the dark room, and no one in the sword house came to disturb it, as if it was a forgotten corner. In the dark, Fan Xian listened to these cold words, frowned and turned his face coldly, but unexpectedly saw the little emperor...... No, the tears that slipped from the corners of the bean's eyes.