Because there were still her tears, flowing so saltily into his mouth, with a doomsday-like passion that destroyed everything - this was something Ye Jia simply couldn't resist, and something he was completely unfamiliar with.
The warm female body, the soft tip of the tongue, and even her sweet lips after recovering from a serious illness, the soft fragrance that has restored vitality - sweetness - is like her waist, like the first willow in the spring breeze -
Just like the first time he saw her, such a beautiful little girl tilted her head, big eyes flickering, long eyelashes like small brushes, innocently asked: "Brother Ye Jia, why do you look like this?"
Good-looking? Brother Ye Jia, I really like you..."
That's Miaolian! She's his childhood sweetheart.
Who said that Grand Master Ye Jia, who had a calm heart during her youthful teenage years, had never known her beauty?
It's just that because of his identity, because of Hong... because he never noticed it, this kind of thought never came up.
Now, all obstacles have been removed, and all feelings have been released.
It was him who took care of, cherished, and protected the sweetness that he had saved for such a long time.
She is not a fairy, but a girl he has loved and pitied so much since he was a child. It is for her that he never abandons her even when everyone in the world abandons her - she is obviously an abandoned imperial concubine, and everyone in the world knows it.
He couldn't get any benefit from her and hid far away - he was the only one who kept watch.
At that time, the hatred in her heart suddenly changed and turned into an extremely soft and lingering feeling. It was a dark night, but she could see him clearly - it was Ye Jia, Ye Jia who had always been with her.
Ga.
He is the only relative in this world.
She hugged him tighter, knowing only that she wanted to possess this person - it was a spiritual possession, and she wanted to make him his own completely.
From then on, there was no separation.
No more betrayal and hurt.
He will never look for other women, there will not be countless women competing for favor, there will not be any queens and other empty names - he is himself, and he is him.
In such greedy thoughts, she entangled him deeper and tighter.