It was in a daze in front of me, as if white smoke was rising, it was her, it was her back. That little man, that little thing, with a fat body, a coquettish smile, an angry look, a white forehead, a big
The black eyes are so clever.
"Your Majesty... It's so hard to get pregnant..."
"Little thing, don't talk about children, otherwise it won't like you if it hears..."
...
One by one, who was talking?
He turned over and sat up, listening.
The red candle burned out, and the room was dark.
The dim moonlight shone faintly in from the window. It was the pale, dull, hazy white of winter, reflecting thick snow, like a woman's face.
The woman under her gasped: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty...Hurry up...Your Majesty..."
He was ecstatic, and his hand holding her suddenly became gentle, as if all the alcoholic spirit had turned into a rare sober, an extremely beautiful dream, stepping on the waves and the breath of spring.
The night is so quiet.
There are even no snowflakes flying.
For a moment, it was like a pure boy, innocent, innocent, innocent, kind, full of upward power, just like in that path full of flowers, carrying a basket of herbs...
It was a green and green time that I could never imagine in my life. Because of this experience, the real idea of "marrying a wife and having children" came into being, and it became uncontrollable from then on...
He leaned down and his voice was as drunk as wine: "Fangfei...Fangfei...You are finally back...Fangfei..."
Quiet.
Unlimited tranquility.
"Fangfei..."
I felt that those gentle hands were resisting - pushing - grievance - anger -
"His Majesty……"
"Fangfei...my little thing..." Xunxun, why did she resist? Why did she push? Are you angry again?
"Fangfei...Fangfei..."
Her voice was already filled with crying, "Your Majesty, I am Xiao Lian..."