"Murder your husband?" Yi Jian's low voice was full of drunkenness, and he kissed her relentlessly, and his fingers had already started to unbutton her clothes.
But Zhong Qing smiled slowly, stretched out her hand to stop his movement, and secretly gritted her teeth: "I want to be up there..."
Yi Jian was overjoyed and immediately hugged her and turned her over, letting her lie on her body. Her fingers were still not straight.
Zhong Qing smiled lightly, but she didn't know how charming she was at this moment. Her small lips opened and closed while she gasped, looked into his eyes, blinked, and just looked at
When she slowly closed her eyes, as if she had calmed down, she slowly rubbed her body downwards, then opened her mouth and "bited" his... [Harmony drifted over, yy by myself]
Yi Jian snorted, but she didn't expect that what she meant by "bite" was to separate the word.
He was a little flattered in his heart, but he was still suspicious in his mind. Not long ago, she was a little woman who would blush when he held his hand. How come she now understands everything in the blink of an eye?
Every man hopes that his woman will be full of tricks in bed and serve him with a sense of freshness all the time. After all, two people will always do the same thing for a long time, not to mention that the man will change his heart.
Even if you are a woman, you will feel bored.
Yi Jian was not stupid. After thinking about it carefully, she thought of the fourth concubine... I am afraid that she knows these things very well. Except for the fourth concubine, the other female members of the Yi family are not as sophisticated.
It's just that this stupid woman like him didn't learn well the first time and couldn't control her strength well. She always bit him in pain and grimaced.
It hurt, but there was still an indescribable feeling that made him drunk.
"Take it easy...ma'am...you will bite it to bits..."
Yi Jian coaxed, Zhong Qing blushed like fire, and relaxed her strength.
Gradually, it seems to be in a better state.
Above the pavilion, there was endless spring light. The faint moonlight shone down, and only the sound of breathing was heard, and neither of the two people spoke.
In the distance, Xu Ang, holding a lantern, approached the place cautiously.
He stood outside the pavilion and couldn't see what was going on inside the pavilion. He just called out to his whole life slowly: "Young Marshal... Madam...?"