On the bonfire meeting, the people sang and laughed and danced, so unhappy, drinking wine in a big bowl, eating meat, Fang Ling also deeply felt the enthusiasm of the grassland people, although the injury was not healed, but the hospitality was also difficult, so when he returned to the house, Fang Ling was also a little drunk.

Song Ying'er helped him back to the room, boiled the wine soup, and while waiting for him to drink it, she said without complaints: "These people are really, knowing that Your Highness's internal injuries have not healed, and pouring you bowl after bowl of wine is really uninteresting!"

Fang Ling drank a bowl of soup, and when he saw her angry appearance, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "The injury can be recuperated tomorrow, but this grand event is only today, and I don't drink much." ”

Song Ying'er couldn't help but glance at him and said, "That bowl is as big as a bucket, isn't it too much after a dozen bowls?" As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to stroke Fang Ling's stomach and said with a wry smile, "Look, it's like a watermelon now." ”

The delicate little hand touched the stomach, just separated by a layer of silk, as if it was directly touched on the stomach, the soft and round was like a catalyst, so that the heat brought by the wine suddenly extended to Fang Ling's abdomen, Fang Ling suddenly felt a feeling of swelling, and hurriedly supported his upper body.

Song Ying'er didn't expect what was happening, her little hand was still pressed on his abdomen, and when she saw him suddenly propping up her body, she hurriedly pressed him down, and said angrily: "Your Highness, what do you want to do again? ”

Fang Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly, reached out and removed her little hand, her legs bent slightly, so that the swelling in her lower body would not appear so prominent.

Song Ying'er brought the basin of water on the table, gently unbuttoned his clothes for him, and wiped his upper body with a dry silk cloth.

The little hands were swimming around like a fish on his body, and the smell of wine was shuttling like he was out of control, Fang Ling couldn't help but take a deep breath, looked at Song Ying'er, and thought that it would be good when she finished wiping it.

It's just that when his eyes fell on Song Ying'er, Fang Ling couldn't help but be secretly surprised, it seemed that he hadn't looked at her so carefully for a long, long time. The pretty face is like the hand of the heavens, so perfect that you can't find a trace of flaws, under the shaking of the candle flame, the beauty is so beautiful, every movement is delicate and gentle.

A warm current rose from her heart, for more than three years, she has been taking care of herself carefully every day, never stopping, no complaints, and never asked for any title, remembering the battle with Cylon, Song Ying'er desperately rescued each other, and the scene of life and death, Fang Ling was so excited that he stretched out his hand and took her into his arms.

Song Ying'er was startled by the young man's sudden movements, and couldn't help but snort, and shouted, "Your Highness......"

It's just that before the words were finished, the cherry mouth had been blocked by Fang Ling, Fang Ling gently kissed the woman in his arms, his tongue gently pried open her teeth, and played with the smooth lilac tongue.

Song Ying'er sat on the Fang Ling, where could she not feel the changes in the young man's body, her little face flushed, but she did not refuse at all, she gently threw the silk cloth aside, and clasped her little hand around the young man's neck, responding to his passionate actions.