As soon as the lips were connected, the sky thundered and the fire moved. The wind and rain were blowing, and the two of them gnawed like young beasts on the grassland, and there was not much gentle charm, some were just a few hints of irritation mixed with hatred, especially the blood between the lips rippling on the tips of the tongues of the two, some into something, some wet, some into wet.

It's not affection or teasing. It's pure strife, war between men and women. The role of the lips and tongue in warfare. often takes the path of Su Qin or Zhang Yi, no one has thought that even kissing can kiss blood. Sticking out the tongue can also be so stubborn and flicking. Struggling, pressing. Infinite symbolism is conjured up in every square inch.

It is not the east wind that overpowers the west wind. It is the shape of the west wind overpowering the east wind, and the soft fragrance between the lips and teeth. The vicious and fragrant display of the process of struggle makes people's tongue ache. Shengjin. Give birth to the spring 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 is a person with a strong will. Under such a glamorous attack. Naturally, he was ridden by the little emperor, and he was unwilling. Intended to rebel. Both hands hit the opponent's buttocks hard. The delicate place hidden under the dragon robe on weekdays. But people couldn't help but want to ask him. Is this a hit, or is it flirting?

Outside the ashram, the twilight grew darker. The temperature inside was getting higher and higher, and there seemed to be a double breath of battle and intimacy in the air. The smell is mixed. With a faint smell of sweat. From time to time, there is a muffled hum, which is particularly heart-wrenching. Swinging is overwhelming.

I don't know who bit whose tongue, a cry of pain, I don't know who crushed whose Yue'er. A soft hum. I don't know who scattered and whose hair grows. Scattered on snow-white skin. I don't know who is wrapping around whom's waist, causing annoyed 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 her eyes, snorted and turned over. Pressed her down on the bed, pressed against her on the ground, stared at her fiercely.

The little emperor did not show the slightest weakness, and stared back fiercely. Another bite on Fan Xian's shoulder. A punch struck him. The waist stranded hard, wanted to bounce up, wanted to regain control of the initiative.

This bomb. Extraordinarily ecstatic, Fan Xian's face finally changed. The large wooden bed of the sword house squeaked, and he pressed the little emperor's shoulders heavily. He kept gasping and looking at her. He didn't say a word, just looked into her eyes, trying to see something more real in her eyes. And not something as inexplicably as it is 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 ...... Intense lust and a touch of confusion. But I didn't see a trace of calculation or anything else.

This is often the case with wars between men and women. When I found out that the other party had already fallen into it first. I often jump down with it, feeling the delicate body that keeps struggling under me. The curves underneath the body are undulating. The two soft balls on the chest are slightly startled and cold, and the skin is covered with beads of sweat. In particular, you can feel the shape and elasticity of the ground when you are tightly attached to each other. It was also a moment later that Fan Xian's eyes were calm. It turned into a light smoke. As the little emperor whispered softly in his ear. Flew above the nine heavens. I can't control anything anymore.

His hands slipped off her shoulders. Holding it gently, she lifted the ground half of her body. Lips slid from his ears to his shoulders. Bite down hard.

He was in pain, so he strained himself. Deformed the things in the palm of your hand. She was in pain. It was uncomfortable, it felt weird, so I trembled, subconsciously hugged his body, held my upper body with difficulty, stuck to him, and felt the other party's heartbeat and my own heartbeat. And that strange and complex feeling of stimulation.

Quiet room, no other sound, only heartbeat. Gasp. Clothes are worn. From time to time, a few fists sounded. Two cries of pain.

The movement is getting louder and louder. The wooden bed was almost unbearable, and the creaking sound was getting clearer and clearer, as if it was about to fall apart at any moment. It wondered what the man and woman were tossing about. 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. Blaspheming each other, alienating each other and closing the distance, feeling the body temperature of each other's hot dead people and leaving with palpitations. But he was reluctant.

Sweat drips on the thin quilt, floating lightly on the two people's bodies, as if they have been steamed by the extremely blazing atmosphere in the room. It became a thin mist. Cover the inside of the man and woman who are intertwined.

The silent battle was carried out to the most critical moment, and the clothes were like snow. In these three spring scenes, the two people who have returned to the barbarian era are gasping. They looked at each other in a daze, sticking together. In the end, 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. Black hair hangs down. Half-covered chest snow mounds. Uneven breathing, he said in a deep voice:

"I'm going to be up there. ”

There was mud between the two. Sweat ran down the black hair. Dripping on Fan Xiandi's chest. Dripping on the little emperor's hand, Fan Xian looked at the woman on the ground. I felt the strange movement below, and my heart beat violently. But he forcibly kept his mind. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "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 spring-like moment. She still has to be on it, as an emperor, she can only ride people and not be ridden, she must be on it.

Fan Xian doesn't care about this, he is a modern person. He knows the force of action and the force of reaction, he knows what the theory of relativity is, being ridden and ridden by a man, in fact, are the same thing, he just has to be before that moment happens. Know the name of the other person. To be one with oneself must be a woman with a name and a surname, a woman of oneself, 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 body of the little emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty was naked. The clothes on the lower body are piled up. It barely covered the spring light at the waist and hips. But she couldn't hide the hot and muddy touch inside, and her eyes were already missing the previous despair and resentment. There is only a place that is competitive and a strong curiosity about strange things, and there is an emperor who habitually calls the shots.

The darkroom was quiet until this point. The two of them don't know how long they have been tossing and how long they have been hurting. How long have you been close. But it was the first time he spoke, and after two sentences, the atmosphere in the room seemed to have changed a little subtly. Especially when he heard Fan Xian ask his name, the little emperor let his long black hair sweep over his handsome face. Stretching out his fingertips, he slid over the other party's eyebrows like a painting. He said in a sand voice, "You can call me Doudou at this time." ”

"War Beanie?"

Fan Xian only had time to ask a rhetorical question in his heart, and then gasped. Because 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 is covered with mud. But it is even more difficult to walk. I want to cross the Yellow River and ice plug the river. Will climb the mountain full of snow.

Fan's chest rose and fell. Her hands subconsciously slid down her seductive waist socket and gently rested on the two lumps of softness deep in her clothes. Gently pinch and manipulate. Idle fishing on Bixi. Suddenly, I dreamed of the sun by boat.

It's hard to walk. Multi-divergent paths. She bit her lower lip and felt a slight pain. But he refused to let go of the jade hand that pressed Fan Xian's shoulders for a moment, and slowly moved his body hard and even a little domineering. It's hot and painful. Let her look extra serious. It is like a king conquering all the difficulties and obstacles of the world.

Seeing this scene, Fan Xian's face was moved, and he was even a little confused. His hands subconsciously began to play. I don't know how long it took for the ice and snow to melt. After a long wind and waves, the two slowly merged together and hugged each other tightly. Trembling with pain, trembling with intoxication. Trembling with a touch of shame that finally reached the tip of the woman's heart.

Time passes. Twilight fades. Men and women on the bed are on top of it. Below, although silent and stubborn. Although fragrant and wrenched. 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 monarchs and ministers.

Exactly: Fangjing once swept away the bitter guests and got drunk, and the Pengmen was opened for you twice. Where are the peach blossoms gone, the former Liu Lang is here again.

When this war finally ended, 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. Having regained active control, the war was insane. Extremely rough. Fan Xian gasped and lay on her body, looking at the wound on his shoulder, and found that the flesh and blood were blurred by the bite of the woman under him, and he couldn't help but palpitate.

Look down. I saw that the jade man in his arms was no longer the appearance of the emperor who was usually high. His cheeks were as dizzy as the sun was flying. The eyes are misty. The thin lips opened slightly, and the exhalation was like an orchid, and he was very tired. What's the difference with a normal woman? It is the blue mark on her snow-white breasts. Fan Xian chuckled in his heart. I thought to myself, how could I be so rough before?

When a man gets what he wants, he turns from a beast into a hypocritical saint. Will be willing to light a cigarette and smoke. Read a newspaper. But he will definitely be separated from the entanglement of the woman in his arms immediately, and Fan Xian is no exception, but he gently holds the naked body of the little emperor. But he didn't leave. Instead, he looked at her quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

This actually happened four years ago. It's just that Fan Xian didn't wake up at all at that time. Not sure what happened. Today's feeling is real. 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 and the king of a country, but at this time she was shrunk in her arms like a little rabbit.

The little emperor was tired and closed his eyes. The eyelashes, which were not long, blinked slightly. He shouldn't have fallen asleep, but he hugged Fan Xian's waist and refused to let go, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he sighed with satisfaction.

Look at this scene. Fan Xian should be proud. But for some reason, he suddenly felt a chill. Because he remembered a movie he had watched in his last life.

It's the one that everyone loves, "When Sally Met Harry", and Megarian ends up crying and snotting with Billy Kristol. This friend of more than a decade went to bed. And then at last she also opened her mouth wide, sighing contentedly, like a pregnant female praying mantis, ready to enjoy the male mantis meal later.

Today's story of Fan Xian and the little emperor going to bed. In fact, it was also 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 and woke up. I didn't pick up a thin quilt to cover my naked body. was unscrupulously exposed in front of Fan Xian, as if this place was still her land. Fan Xian is her courtier.

After she was silent for a long time, she suddenly glanced at Fan Xian with complicated emotions, 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 listening to these words, and I wanted to be on it. I'm your woman. I...... I...... It's a headache.

The little emperor sat up and naturally combed his hair in front of Fan Xian. Looking at the night outside the window, he said word by word: "I can assure you that there will be no second man in this life, and of course, I will not ask you not to go to the woman next to you." However, you should understand...... Now that I have become your woman. The kingdom of my land is also the kingdom of yours. You have to be more mindful. ”

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

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