She was disheveled, so embarrassed, and her body was covered with kiss marks left by him.
Such charm and exquisiteness made him slightly trance-like.
Her originally neatly tied hair had already fallen into pieces, and the big waves were draped over her body, seemingly covering up her body.
If any man in the world sees such a scene, his blood... pulses... squirt... will rise.
Yi Jian is naturally like this too.
He looked at Zhongqing like this and stood there, unable to move an inch. His eyes seemed to be chained, and he could only stare closely at Zhongqing lying on the stone table.
She has always been a proud princess, even when she became a maid.
The blood of the exterminated nobles of the Qing Dynasty flows through his body, and standing there in his bones is the classical charm that has been accumulated by the nation for five thousand years.
Be knowledgeable and well-behaved.
Therefore, even though she is shy now, she still has the nobility and reserve unique to ancient women, and the beauty that is unique to ladies from wealthy families.
In this era, people are preaching about changes. Many people are imitating Western style. Girls cut off their long hair, wear long skirts, and try to make friends with boys.
All this gradually changed this old China.
Except for married women who have not followed the trend, there are few women who remain as unchanged as she is.
He once studied in the UK for three years, and he was full of foreign ink. He never supported the status quo of male superiority and female inferiority, the three obediences and four virtues, and treating husbands as heaven. The principles he followed were that everyone is equal and marriage is equal.
Therefore, this is also the fundamental reason why he has not married yet.
All his life, he only wanted to marry a woman and be loyal to one relationship.
And that woman can only be the love of his life.
He will not tarnish love, nor will he tarnish marriage.
After being in love for a long time, I felt hot tears flowing down the corners of my eyes.
In fact, she didn't want to cry, and she didn't like crying either.
Crying won't solve the problem.
She gently raised her head and looked at Yi Jian, who was standing in the darkness, as if he could shine. At this moment, he was the aloof and unattainable young commander again.
His face was clearly invisible, but she felt that thrilling appearance appeared in front of her eyes.
