"Hiss~" The two gasped at the same time.

It seems to be painful and like**.

Shuyi's body suddenly flashed with lightning, his limbs stiffened, and his mind was dazed.

He knew that the heart of the painting was not an ordinary woman...... I didn't expect it to be like this...... Unrestrained, direct, and informal women.

Could it be that the previous shyness, dignified and reserved were all pretending to deceive him? For the first time...... was so caught off guard by his woman, Prince Yi immediately blushed with shame.

He moved the dragon body unwillingly, wanted to turn over and get up, pressed back, and found the field, but was pressed by the trembling little hand of the painting, she propped her hands on his chest, and her little face turned pale, "Don't ...... Don't move, I'...... I hurt ......."

Shuyi, "......"

She hadn't screamed a single pain when the sword stabbed her in the heart, so why was she so hypocritical all of a sudden? Could it be that his weapon was more powerful than a sword?

Thinking about it like this, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

But Huaxin just sat on him like this, but he didn't move, he was wrapped in her warmth inch by inch, inch by inch of joy, but inch by inch of pain.

Happiness and pain are mixed, but they cannot be vented, just like the five fingers keep scratching his soft chest, which is the hardest itch in the world.

"Heart. He whispered and coaxed her, "You move, you move...... It doesn't hurt anymore. ”

After a long time, the painting heart came back to his senses in a trance, and asked in confusion, "How to move?"

Shuyi, "......"

The painting looked at him with puzzled and expectant eyes.

"Cough~" Shuyi coughed dryly, and held back two words for a long time, "...... casually"

Drawing the Heart, "......"

She only moved slightly, and then she felt more and more uncomfortable, Shuyi breathed quickly, but suddenly found that she stopped again, and that time she was pushed back and forth, like fine sand slowly grinding on his heart, making him more and more itchy.

Huaxin let out a low breath and asked him stupidly, "Do you think it's better?"

"......" Shuyi took a long breath, his voice hoarse, "This king...... Feel like ...... The poison is deeper......"

Drawing the Heart, "......!?!"

Seeing that Shuyi's breathing was rapid, as if someone had choked her throat and could cut off at any time, she frowned and asked, "Then what else?"

Shuyi let out a long sigh helplessly, and finally couldn't help but hold her slender waist with both hands, ignoring her exclamations, and let himself go as presumptuous......

The ocean is churning, and the waves are repeated.

Countless waves have been swept away for thousands of miles, he seems to break through the sky, and she seems to be about to drown the earth.

She sat on him as if she were on a ferocious horse, and she rode all night until the sky turned white and the sun first rose.

This night, Huaxin probably scolded her swear words for a long lifetime dozens of times, scolding until she was out of breath and her mouth was dry, and she was weak and exhausted.

The painting was extremely tired, and as soon as Shuyi's hand was released, she immediately leaned over, fell softly on top of him, and didn't want to move, so she slept on him as a soft bed with meat pads.

Shuyi tugged back her stray sideburns, and a wicked smile of satisfaction appeared at the corner of her lips.

When Huaxin woke up again, it was already three poles of the sun, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Shuyi's infinitely magnified handsome face, and his clear eyes were staring at her without blinking, she couldn't help but be blushing by him, and buried her face in his warm neck socket.

Shuyi rarely saw her so shy as a little daughter, snorted and laughed lightly, and grabbed her chin with a lingering long kiss, lips and teeth blended, and breathing together.

When she was about to suffocate, he let go of her and whispered in her ear, "Do you know why this king saved you at that moment? Because no matter how many women there are, no matter how much they resemble you, only you, in the heart of this king, can become this king's woman." ”