After settling the children of the early Qing Dynasty, he was eagerly pulled to the couch by the painting.

Although it was not the first time they had shared a bed, it was also the first time they had been lying side by side, but they could not find a legitimate reason to convince themselves.

He Guang Tongchen wanted to cover the window, but was held down by the painting heart, she leaned closer to him and whispered, "Hug me." ”

After saying that, she felt his body tremble slightly, obviously cramped. She took his hand and promised in an inaudible voice, "Don't be afraid, I won't really touch you." ”

With light and dust, "......" has a complicated mind.

He knew that she was acting again!

But how could she be so sure that he wouldn't really do anything to her?

He is a gentleman and a man.

Still in love with her man!

Turning sideways, he looked at her, his heart fluttered slightly, his throat sliding, and he called, "Xin'er ......"

"Huh?"

"The poor monk will take it seriously. His voice was slightly hoarse.

Huaxin didn't care, and thought that he was talking about her promise, and immediately said, "Seriously, seriously, this seat is not ......" will really touch you!

Before she finished speaking, she was so frightened by the light and dust that suddenly turned over and covered her that she swallowed back half of her sentence.

Feeling his body temperature like fire, she hadn't met nectar for a long time, her body suddenly became sensitive, and she immediately softened under him, and even spoke with a slight gasp, "Chenchen, you're so hot." ”

He rested his chin on her delicate collarbone and smiled and asked, "Does it make you uncomfortable?"

The early winter is slightly cold, and the temperature is actually just right. Looking at his warm eyebrows, she couldn't help but tremble her lips and replied shamelessly, "I like it very much." ”

He Guang Tongchen couldn't tell which of her words was true and which was false, and asked again, "Do you want to continue?"

This made the painting heart question.

Wouldn't it be a waste of work if you don't continue?

How do you continue if you continue?

After waiting for her answer for a long time, Heguang Tongchen wiped his lips against her face and landed on her ears, and her shallow but burning breath made her eyes suddenly widen, and every pore in her body was trembling.

It seems to be a protracted tug-of-war, and no one dares to act rashly, neither willing to push away this extreme sinking, but also afraid to easily break through each other's defenses.

After a while, Heguang Tongchen found that she was trembling abnormally, and even bit her lip as if she was enduring some pain, and couldn't help but ask nervously, "Did I hurt you?"

But he ...... Clearly nothing was done.

Huaxin shook his head, he held her wrist again and checked her pulse, and found that there was nothing wrong, so the hanging heart was slightly lowered.

But the pain on her face did not dissipate in the slightest, and he held her face and asked, "Xin'er, where is it uncomfortable?"

Seeing him ask, the pale face couldn't help but blush again, but he didn't know how to speak.

He Guang Tongchen held her down anxiously, checked her pulse again, and really couldn't find out where her pain was, so he had to coax her patiently and gently, "What's uncomfortable?

After a few words and stops, the painting heart finally spit out a few words like a mosquito, "There is some pain in the heart, it hurts all afternoon, and it hurts again." ”

"Is it a sword wound?" and Guang Tongchen wondered, because he had just taken the pulse, and he didn't see her have symptoms of recurrence on the sword.

"No, it's the heart...... There was some pain on both sides...... "In the end, Huaxin had buried his face in his arms in shame.