Chapter 885: The Past of the Young Marshal and Zhong Ai [23 to 25]
After waiting for four years, when she was about to have hair extensions, he finally proposed marriage to her, but she refused.
After that, he went abroad.
When he came back, it was already a time of war and things were changing.
"Proposing marriage? Those things were all rejected according to my wishes, so... As time went by, those who refused never told me who had proposed marriage to me... And I didn't go either
Asked."
Zhong Qing explained with a bit of embarrassment.
"Actually, even if you knew it was me, you might not marry me!"
Zhong Qing's face immediately turned red, and she lowered her head. At that time, she really didn't like marrying others and didn't believe in love, so it was inevitable that she would be like that. But her eyes turned slightly, as if she thought of
He suddenly looked at Yi Jian and changed the subject: "But, there is a question that I haven't asked you yet..."
"Huh? What's the problem?" Yi Jian slowly lowered his head, pressed her lips against hers, looked level with her, and asked softly.
She felt that the relationship between him and her was too close, so close that her face became hot and she wanted to hide behind her, but who knew that he refused to let her go and just said: "Ask...
…”
Zhong Qing felt that her whole body was about to burn. She shook her head and forced herself to calm down, "That's right, that handkerchief...it was embroidered by the second sister with me. I was young at that time, what?"
I don’t know, I embroidered a pair, and the second sister said, whoever takes away the handkerchief, is the one who belongs to my sweetheart... I actually...
I didn't like men at that time, but I was still curious in my heart who my sweetheart would be... I later lost the handkerchief, which was a bit regretful, but thinking that I was not in the mood for marriage, I didn't care too much.
… What I’m very curious about is, why is my handkerchief with you? Did you pick it up that night?”
When Yi Jian heard these words, she was slightly startled, and then her cheeks turned slightly red. His hands were around her waist, and he refused to speak, but kept kissing her.
She was curious, kept hiding, and asked urgently: "Tell me, where did you pick it up? Where did I fall that night?"
"I didn't pick it up..." Yi Jian wrapped her tongue around her and said softly.
"Uh?" Zhongqing was stunned: "Is that a gift from me?"
"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.
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.
I took it away.
He stole deliberately, but he lost his heart.
Yi Jian pressed her lips against hers and smiled maliciously, her voice low and lingering: "Well... I just took it away... I think it's good... I didn't expect that I would lose mine by accident."
My whole life, I stole your whole life..."
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I would exchange my life for a lifetime of embracing you.
What exquisite love!
So, there was a lingering feeling.
The body is the most honest expression given to each other.
From the beginning to the present, it is the language that is least likely to lie when lovers communicate sincerely.
He didn't speak and she was very obedient.
He seemed to be in a good mood, making love to her in a real and honest way, both in mind and body.
Her warm body wrapped around his hot body, lingering together.
He slowly filled her up and took hold of her body firmly. She felt as if she was being torn apart. It was very comfortable. He moved restlessly in and out of her body, rubbing against her.
It felt like her whole body was being bitten by many tiny ants, itchy and numb, but he continued to pester her very patiently, endlessly.
She was pinned down by him and seemed unhappy. Later, he simply picked her up and put her on the ground, letting her press her hands on the table while he entered from behind. This made the two of them more united.
Being together, countless ambiguous...ambiguous tones came out endlessly.
Zhongqing was so weak by him that she almost sat down on the ground limply. However, he stretched out his arms, circled her waist, dragged her, clung to her, and beat her hard every time.
Wanting her fiercely, her warmth, his unusual fascination, she couldn't bear it anymore. She stretched out her hand, wrapped it around his neck, hung it on his body, and let him toss her endlessly.