Zhong Qing's face was still red, and the remaining annoyance in her heart suddenly dissipated without a trace because of his words. She could only lower her eyes and nodded silently, but her mind was suspicious, and her mouth followed suit.
I couldn't help but whisper softly: "Why?"
After asking, he realized what embarrassing words he had said, and his face turned redder. He closed his eyes tightly and refused to look at Yi Jian. Hearing Yi Jian's chuckle, he stretched out his hand and reluctantly
He kept pushing Yi Jian's shoulder.
The little girl's gestures were so smooth and natural that Yi Jian looked a little distracted.
She is very real.
Actually, making him so crazy is unforgettable.
He stood up slowly, stood some distance away from her, looked at her generously, and after a long time, he said softly: "Customs."
When Zhongqing heard these words, she also remembered this custom. On the first night of the wedding, two people were not allowed to see each other. It turned out that it was because of this that he refused to do anything with her. Zhongqing couldn't bear it.
The resident was secretly ashamed, lowered his head, and remained silent.
Yi Jian looked at her for a while, and then slowly let go of her hand, as if she was sighing, or hallucinating. Zhongqing heard him say: "This is so good... If it keeps like this, it will be fine."
It’s…”
After Zhong Qing came to her senses, Yi Jian had already left.
She was the only one in Nuoda's bedroom, lying on the bed, with waves of frenzy surging through her body, as if she was longing for something. Her body had not been vented, but she was feeling a little uncomfortable holding it back.
She rubbed herself under the quilt, and her mind was still filled with the tone of Yi Jian's words, which seemed to be very sad...
What is he talking about, just stay like that?
…………………………
Naturally, Zhongqing was feeling uncomfortable here, but Yi Jian couldn't get better anywhere.
He loved that woman so deeply that it seemed he could never get enough of her. He wished he could hold her every night and be with her until death.
Now after all this torture, his body is swollen and swollen, making him extremely uncomfortable.
What kept lingering in my mind was her crimson face, her shy look, and the strength of her little hand hanging on her shoulder.
It's been such a long time, but it's still so vivid in my mind. Once I think about it, my heart trembles.
