Chapter 883: The past of the young marshal and Zhongqing [24]
"Well..." Yi Jian stiffened and continued to kiss deeply: "It's not..."
Zhongqing was breathless after being kissed by him, and kept dodging. At least she felt that her brain was empty, and the sound was echoing and ringing... Didn't she pick it up? She didn't give it to her... Where did it come from?
Zhong Qing couldn't figure it out more and more. She opened her eyes and let the man wrap his tongue around her in her mouth, burning with passion. She looked at Yi Jian fixedly and remained in a daze.
Like a little fool, his head is empty and there is no idea at all: "Where did that come from?"
Yi Jian pinched her waist with both hands and pressed her on the table. He untied her clothes dishonestly with his fingers. There was a layer of lust... in his big, watery eyes.
Guangguang, her mouth was a little dry from his slow torture, and she couldn't help sticking out her tongue and licking her lips. Yi Jian's eyes turned red when she saw it. She lowered her head and blocked her lips.
Licking the marks left by the bite he had just taken.
Zhong Qing stretched out her hand and kept pushing Yi Jian, muttering: "Tell me first...where did the handkerchief come from?"
Yi Jian didn't want to answer at first. He wanted to pester her and kiss her until she was full. Who knew that she would not cooperate, which made Yi Jian finally raise his head and look into her eyes with a smile. After a long time, he said softly.
One sentence: "Stolen..."
Zhong Qing's eyes widened.
There was a bit of charm in her eyes, and because of the weakness in her body, the surprised words she spoke seemed to be whispering: "Stolen?"
But she didn't believe that a man like Yi Jian could actually steal...
Was it stolen?
That day, she kept talking to him. By the end of the conversation, she was drowsy and confused, and she kept mumbling some irrelevant words. He listened carefully, but he couldn't say a word.
She didn't understand, so she just turned her head and happened to see a handkerchief exposed from her lapel, with a mandarin duck embroidered on it.
The handkerchief is given as a gift and promised to him for the rest of his life.
Did she embroider it?
The needlework is quite good.
A pair of mandarin ducks, a pure white veil.
By some strange combination of gods and ghosts, the second son of the Yi family, who wanted the wind and the rain to come, unexpectedly became a thief, stretched out his hand, and quietly took away her handkerchief.