Zhong Qing's face also turned red. Her breathing was a little disordered. She lowered her head and heard Yi Jian ask in a low voice: "Madam, are there any other tricks tonight...?"
Zhong Qing naturally knew what trick Yi Jian was referring to, so she lowered her head but did not say a word.
Yi Jian knew that she was ashamed, so he stopped asking.
Holding her hand, he continued walking along the long pavilion corridor and reached the pavilion in the center of the lake. Yi Jian slowly stretched his body and yawned: "I feel sleepy."
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Zhong Qing stepped forward and quickly tidied up the furniture in the pavilion. Yi Jian walked over slowly, lay down on it, propped up his head with his hands, stared at Zhong Qing carefully for a while, then stretched out his hand and held it
She pulled her into her arms and said, "Sleep with me for a while."
Zhongqing nodded and followed him. It happened that she was a little tired at this time. She had been tossing around for nearly a whole night last night. When she woke up early in the morning, she took off their shoes for the two of them and lay down on the small soft bed with their bodies close to each other.
Gotta be tight.
Her head was buried in his chest, and his head was placed on top of her head.
Her breath sprayed all over his neck, making it hot, moist, and itchy...
He yawned lazily, circled her body, closed his eyes slowly, but really fell asleep.
Zhong Qing listened to the sound of his heartbeat, which sounded like a charming tone, and fell asleep vaguely.
The wind blows, refreshing and peaceful.
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Zhongqing was woken up by the warm lips. She thought she was dreaming. Her head turned extremely slowly due to sleepiness. For a while, she couldn't understand the current situation at all.
She just felt a tongue between her lips, exerting a slight force, as if it was trying to do something.
She felt the weight on her body sinking in an instant. She opened her eyes in a daze, only to see a stunningly handsome face so close to her.
Her mind went blank for a moment, and then she realized that this was the pavilion of her hometown, with people coming and going. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pressed it against his chest, trying to stop what was happening now.
However, Yi Jian still pressed her body firmly, stretched out his hands, grabbed the wrists of her hands with one hand, placed them on top of her head, and touched her face with the other hand, leaving her with nowhere to escape.
