Chapter 772: A Gift from the Young Marshal to Love [1]
Yi Jian was willing to obey her, and regardless of her whining and disobedience, he pressed her firmly under him and kept kissing her.
After all, Zhongqing was still worried about the young marshal's body. She hid here and there, not wanting to get involved. Yi Jian teased her for a long time. She was not very wet down there. It would definitely hurt her if he went in like this. Yi Jian coaxed her.
, and made some ambiguous bedside remarks, but she blushed and pushed his chest with her little hands, refusing to hold on.
She was frightened by him.
She had never seen him get sick before, so naturally she didn't know that when he got sick, the person who was fine one second seemed to be completely leaving her in the next second. Her heart couldn't bear his repeated threats.
Yes, so you must let him take good care of his body.
Yi Jian naturally knew that her illness would come and go quickly. When it was good, it was no different from a normal person, but once it got worse, it could kill her.
Now, he was fine. After being separated for so many days, it was inevitable that he would have to hold her for fun for a while.
Unexpectedly, this little woman was worried about his body and refused to cling to him, so he pressed her body and kissed her along her neck.
She grabbed his shoulders with her little hands, and kicked her feet again and again, as if she was fighting with him. He couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You little shrew..."
Her face was red, her eyes were wide open, her cheeks were puffed out, and she had a look of hatred on her face.
Yi Jian held her little hand and liked her fingers very much. They were slender and soft. He put them to his lips and sucked them one by one. Her whole body was numb and limp from his sucking, and she moaned and cursed.
Hold him.
He bit her finger without force, but it was filled with layers of seductive charm.
After a while, she was so fascinated by him that she no longer had the intention to argue or argue with him.
Lying there, like a little goblin that is being eaten and wiped clean.
Yi Jian's lips followed her fingers and kissed her all the way down. In the past few days, he had missed her taste and the ecstasy she brought to him.
Zhong Qing was out of breath, why didn't she miss him... At this moment, her body quickly felt a sensation, and it was as soft as a puddle of water against his body, and a small murmur came from her mouth.
tone of voice.
In the dead of night, when no one was disturbing her, he would definitely use his own body to express his love for her.
