"You and Yan'er... have been together for more than a month. You are an impulsive little man. Do you really have nothing to do with her?"
Ningyue raised her eyebrows and asked with a strange smile...
"No... Yue'er, believe me... I always use... my hands... when I'm provoked by her..."
Ziyou felt a tight pain in her lower body. She looked at Ningyue pleadingly and held her hands tightly, unwilling to let go.
Ningyue sighed, Xuan Bing said that most of Ziyou's injuries were on the chest.
As long as you don't touch there, that's fine
"Lie down..."
When Ziyou heard this, he was immediately overjoyed.
He lay down obediently, and a delicate hand untied his belt. Ziyou was excited and excited. It had been a long time since he had been with the little woman. When he thought of her softest place, the most touching moment...
Unexpectedly, a small hand gently held his...
Ziyou gasped, "Yue'er..."
"with hands"
Ning Yue's smiling voice came over
Ziyou was a little dumbfounded, "But... I want you..."
Ningyue snorted coldly, ignored Ziyou's request, and moved gently.
Ziyou's breathing became heavier and heavier with her movements. This was all she could do. She had offended the little woman. She was lucky to be able to forgive herself. He couldn't expect her to be nice to him right away.
In the hall, an ambiguous atmosphere immediately filled the air.
After Ziyou was released, her face was flushed with happiness
"Yue'er..."
Ningyue tidied it up and glanced at him lightly.
Her cheeks were also rosy and frivolous. In fact, she pretended to be calm, but her heart was beating wildly.
This man is so big... I don't know how he was in her body before...
Ningyue was startled by her imagination and gritted her teeth, how could she have thought of such things...
Ningyue said a few words and left the side hall.
Ziyou looked at her back greedily, feeling that she was so comfortable and happy in the palace.
"With my horse, Mr. Chongjian asks for an audience."
The maid's voice sounded outside
"Please come in!"
Although there is still the smell of love in the palace, Ziyou doesn't mind at all. Ningyue belongs to him. Even if Chongjian returns to the palace, he can't take Ningyue away.
Chongjian walked in, smelled the ambiguous breath, frowned, and turned pale.