When Zhang Ji heard this, he suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were full of blazing color.

Zhao Ji's invitation was like a demon's whisper, pulling Zhang Ji into the ocean of sin and swimming.

Zhang Ji no longer hesitated, grabbed Zhao Ji's slender willow waist, and suddenly pulled forward, pulling Zhao Ji down on the phoenix couch.

His movements were very rough, and even made Zhao Ji feel a trace of pain.

But Zhao Ji didn't have any displeasure, but was a little happy.

What if she was about to be thirty-six?

Isn't a handsome young man like Zhang Ji going to bow down under her pomegranate skirt?

Just such a temptation can make people like Zhang Ji lose part of their minds and immerse themselves in the ocean of sin, shouldn't it make her feel happy?

Of course, she understands that this is also based on Zhang Ji's feelings for her.

If Zhang Ji has no feelings for her, then no matter how tempting she is, I am afraid it will not be like this.

And the more hurried and rough Zhang Ji is now, the more it shows that the amount of reason that Zhang Ji has left at the moment is small, and the more it reflects Zhao Ji's charm.

Zhang Ji bit Zhao Ji's lip, and the fanaticism in her heart made her feel sorry for Zhao Ji. He just thinks about it in his mind now, Zhao Ji likes to bite him so much, he doesn't let go of biting up and down, especially likes to bite his lips, then he also wants Zhao Ji to experience this painful feeling, and he can't let go of it up and down!

With Zhao Ji's groan, the fangs pierced the lip flap of the delicate red lips, and the sweetness was filled with blood, which further stimulated the anger in Zhang Ji's heart.

Although Zhao Ji didn't mind Zhang Ji's rough movements, the pain still made Zhao Ji subconsciously want to push Zhang Ji away.

It's just that when Zhao Ji began to stretch out his sinful mouth downward.

However, he Zhang Ji is not a vicious woman like Zhao Ji, so she won't bite down, but as Zhang Ji's snort began to hit her thighs, the crispy and numb feeling like an electric shock began to spread throughout her body from the pink red lips.

Zhao Ji's breathing became heavier, an intoxicating crimson appeared on her cheeks, she squinted her eyes slightly, enjoying the revenge given to her by Zhang Ji, and her delicate body gradually collapsed in Zhang Ji's arms.

Pain and pleasure came together, Zhao Ji's delicate face was covered with redness, and her narrow phoenix eyes gradually lost focus.

"Little enemy, where did you learn such a method?"

Like Zhao Ji, who showed different means for the first time, Zhang Ji also showed new tricks.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten, so Zhang Ji has never relaxed his practice in this area, and this gave Zhao Ji a big surprise and caught Zhao Ji off guard.

Although she has always maintained the action of pushing and shoving, as the crispy and numb feeling makes Zhao Ji more and more weak, her body is paralyzed, and the action of resistance is more like a deliberate temptation to welcome and refuse.

Zhang Ji's movements froze, and he raised his head slightly to look at Zhao Ji's cheeks, and the scarlet color made Zhao Ji's pretty face more charming and moving, which only made people feel more and more hot.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

With a sharp cry with a cry, Zhao Ji trembled, and his hands subconsciously pressed Zhang Ji's head, as if he wanted to use his head as a dam.

It turns out why the idiom that is a metaphor for the great scourge is called "the beast of the flood", and why the flood should go hand in hand with the beast of prey.

Because Zhao Ji's behavior not only failed to prevent the disaster from happening, but also buried a dam in vain and washed Zhang Ji's energetic face.

Flood beast, Mencius Cheng does not deceive me!

Zhang Ji reluctantly wiped his face with the red tulle that Zhao Ji threw aside.

Why does Zhao Ji like to wash his face so much?

Although he is not disgusted by this, Zhang Ji is still somewhat resentful.

The object of resentment was lying on the couch at the moment, his body instinctively snorting and trembling because of the flipping.

It's just that Zhao Ji doesn't seem to have learned enough lessons, a pair of jade arms encircled Zhang Ji's neck, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Zhang Ji in a daze, like a goblin who seduced people to make mistakes, full of fatal attraction.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ji officially declared war on Zhao Ji, opening up a frontal battlefield and launching a powerful armed operation.

Listening to Zhao Ji's loud singing voice, he hesitated for a moment, and a bit of bad taste came to his heart.

Zhang Ji was vicious, crumpled the red tulle that Zhao Ji had faded away, and blocked Zhao Ji's mouth.

Zhao Ji, who realized something, widened her beautiful eyes, it was not only the red tulle she had just faded, but also the face towel that Zhang Ji used to wipe her face!

"Shh~"

Zhang Ji pressed his index finger to his lips and shhed: "The queen mother doesn't want to be hoarse at the crown ceremony tomorrow, right?" ”

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After all, it was only an armed operation, not a real war, and there were some strict restrictions on the number of manpower and energy invested, as well as the number and scale of conflicts.

At this moment, Zhao Ji, who was lying on her side in Zhang Ji's arms, was asleep, her face was as drunk as if she was drunk, and her crystal and moist skin was even more charming and moving at this moment.

Zhang Ji hugged Wen Yu's soft delicate body in his arms, rubbed Zhao Ji's delicate face with his nose, and smiled brightly.

It's just that there are still some tears left in the corners of Zhao Ji's eyes, as if she can't be whipped.

However, after all, neither of them used their real skills, so Zhao Ji quickly woke up.

In fact, Zhao Ji didn't sleep much either.

Since neither of them used their real skills, they naturally didn't have a lot of fun, and obviously they didn't feel too tired.

Moreover, with the passing of the time of the son, this huge Qin State also ushered in the day of Yingzheng and pro-government.

Thinking that the son he had cultivated with all his hard work was going to become a crowned adult, Zhao Ji's heart was still a little emotional and excited.

Plus, she needs a good shower too.

The phoenix couch was full of dampness caused by Zhao Ji's extraordinary performance, which made people sticky and uncomfortable.

However, when Zhao Ji wanted to change into the queen mother's dress after bathing, she was horrified to find that the queen mother's dress was already soaked, as if it had just been fished out of the water, and she could even squeeze out the water like a soaked face towel when she squeezed it with her hands.

Zhao Ji deliberately placed this queen mother's dress a little farther away, but she still did not escape Zhao Ji's own harm, after all, the water stains on it came from herself.

"What can I do now?"

Zhao Ji's face was eager and worried.

The importance of this queen mother's dress is self-evident, if something goes wrong at ordinary times, it doesn't matter, but today she wants to participate in her own son's crown ceremony.

Guanli is only once in his life, and he is going to enter the Taimiao of the Ying Qin clan after all, Zhao Ji doesn't want to wear that filthy dress to witness Ying Zheng's coming-of-age ceremony.

That is not only an insult to Yingzheng, but also a disrespect to the successive Qin kings.

It's just that Zhao Ji didn't think about it at all, would it be a more disrespectful behavior to the kings of Qin in the past dynasties, especially the first king Yingzi Chu, the night before Yingzheng was crowned?

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