Chapter 462: Wedding Night in the Bridal Chamber [5]
He carried her directly into her bed, put her down, lifted the quilt, covered her, then took a breath, lowered his head, kissed her forehead, turned around, and walked out of the room.
, walked out.
Zhongqing picked up the quilt, looked at Yi Jian's back, and was slightly startled. What happened to him... He was so passionate just now, but now, he turned around and left as if nothing was wrong.
?
Zhong Qing couldn't help but shout out to Yi Jian's back: "Young Marshal...where are you going?"
Her clothes had just been taken off by him, and now she sat up. Although she was hugged by the quilt in front of her, a large piece of her white back was still exposed.
Yi Jian's lust... desire, which had never faded away, could no longer be restrained and surged.
He swallowed secretly, turned his head slowly, and forced himself not to look at her, otherwise he would be unable to restrain himself for a moment and become wildly lustful, which would inevitably lead to an uncontrollable situation.
What's more... on the night before the wedding, it is best not for men and women to see each other.
Counting now, it will be dusk soon, and he and she should stay away.
Zhong Qing didn't think that much, just thinking that he disliked her, so she jumped out of bed in a panic, dragged the quilt, half-covering herself, and walked towards Yi Jian.
Her feet stepped on the soft carpet without making any sound. She suddenly stood behind him and stretched out her hand to wrap around his waist. Only then did he suddenly come to his senses and turn around suddenly.
Then he saw the woman's exquisite figure, all exposed in front of him.
Yi Jian's blood suddenly flowed backwards, and her eyes stared at Zhong Qing as if they were on fire.
Zhong Qing was a little embarrassed by Yi Jian's eyes. She subconsciously covered herself with a quilt, then lowered her head and asked with a red face: "Young Marshal...are you leaving?"
Her tone contained a bit of grievance.
Yi Jian stretched out his hand, touched her long hair, and pulled her body into his arms. He lowered his head slightly and buried it in the crook of her neck. His breath was warm,
It made her skin itchy and her legs softened.
Yi Jian's hand circled her slender waist. With a strong force, her fingers trembled and the quilt slipped.
