Aorong stared at him silently, and her heart melted with tenderness.
He gently touched her injury with his fingers, feeling full of pity, "Although I can't do anything about those people for the time being, there are some people, huh"
Aorong looked at him quietly, rested her head on his shoulder for a while, and yawned.
Tang Qingcang suddenly came to his senses and quickly took a bath for her.
He held her naked body and put on her bellyband, panties, and top one by one.
He wiped her long black hair with a dry cloth and massaged it gently. The gentle force of water, the pampering and warmth from his fingertips made her gradually relax, and she tilted her head and fell asleep.
Holding her silky hair and smelling the faint body fragrance, he felt a little distraught. After she was injured, they hadn't been intimate for a long time. Even a light kiss wasn't enough. He couldn't bear the temptation.
He picked up her limp body and kissed her passionately.
The intoxicating kisses fell on the forehead, eyebrows, bridge of the nose, cheeks, and finally fell on the pink and tender lips, sucking and kissing, lips and tongues intertwined, the passion seemed to burn everything
"Well, I'm sleepy." Ao Rong raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty and said coquettishly.
She really wanted to sleep. She had been feeling very tired these days. The injury exhausted her strength and she couldn't get it back after taking countless supplements. She couldn't wait to have a date with Duke Zhou.
But the wet and hot pecks made her unable to sleep peacefully, the itching and warm
Tang Qingcang's body froze, and his enthusiasm was poured down by a basin of water.
His hot body clamored to continue. He needed to use this intimacy to prove that she had returned to him intact and that everything was not a dream.
These days, even if he goes to bed at night, he doesn't feel at ease. His dreams are full of bad scenes. He is always looking for her everywhere in his dreams. He is very tired and tired, but still in vain. Every time he wakes up from the dream, he is sweating.
My heart was beating so fast that I was about to vomit. I had to run to her room every time. Only when I saw that she was safe could I feel relieved. But I couldn't bear to go back to the room anymore, so I stayed by her side, watching her motionlessly.
But seeing the tiredness between her brows and the scars on her snow-white skin, the side that felt sorry for her had the upper hand.
Unwillingly, he bit her cute little nose twice. She pouted her lips and muttered something vaguely, reluctant to open her eyes.