Yan Ying stretched out his long arms and easily brought her back into his arms. He kept pecking her sensitive white jade neck from behind, superimposing new passion on the blue and purple hickeys.
"Xiao Ruoruo, do you want to run away? How can you do that? If you leave, your husband will be very lonely. The long night still needs someone to accompany you to make it easier, what do you think?" As he spoke, his handsome face was already tight.
Stick to her pink cheeks, leaning against each other without any gaps.
She got up, and those irregular hands began to untie the dress she had put on. When they reached the point where they couldn't be untied, they tore it off with force. The brocade gown made a passionate tearing sound, and Ruoruo hung down depressedly.
Well, a long dress that has only been worn a few times has been ruined.
Yan Ying's body was as red as her face.
Ruoruo couldn't resist and surrendered. Her clothes were in a mess and were even worse than last time. She couldn't put it back on again. It was even more tattered than the beggar's clothes on the street, and all of this was weighed down on her.
Caused by Yan Ying who is always busy.
She couldn't resist, and she didn't dare to resist, otherwise she would only attract more passionate treatment from him.[
Amidst waves of familiar tremors, she accepted the burning heat of him, and before her mind went blank, she heard a gasping and suppressed voice beside her ears, "Ruoruo, you are not allowed to get dressed first in the future.
If I want to accompany my husband, do you remember? Otherwise, I will take care of you according to the family law."
Family law, family law, family law, how come his family's laws are so different from others.
She even suspected that this family law was just a perfect excuse for him to indulge himself again and again, dragging her along and spinning at high speed in the center of the whirlpool of lust, making her dizzy and integrated into one body.
.....
Ruoruo fell asleep.
This time, she was different from her previous groggy state. She had completely lost too much energy and was too tired to open her eyes.
Wrapping her tightly in his robe, Yan Yingheng picked up his beloved girl and walked slowly and steadily to the bedroom.
Occasionally, when servants on duty bumped into His Majesty the Emperor, who was disheveled, they would stay away from him, and the imperial concubine in his arms did not dare to take a second glance.