And she curled up beside him, her whole body was red and sweaty, like a cooked shrimp. [26nbsp;]
He wrapped his hand around his arms.
The aftertaste of happiness is still wandering around, extremely relaxed and extremely comfortable.
Only then can I understand how important it is to have a partner who is in love, a partner who is very matched in the soul, in the details of life, and even in the body, in creating happiness between each other.
Maybe go to heaven or hell.
Finding a good woman is the greatest wealth of a man in his life.
At that time, all her chest was pressed against his chest.
It was a feeling of close-range, flawless, unblinded, and unmistakable.
The heartbeat frequency between each other is exactly the same.
He suddenly understood why he liked her so much, and he had to do it - no matter how many people he had experienced or how many sails he had seen, there was always only one person in this world who had the same heartbeat, the same frequency, and the same blending.
You found it, it is your luck.
If you lose it, you will never be able to do it again.
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It was night, and the red candle was very hot.
The two of them played for a long time, and finally got tired and fell asleep. When the new emperor opened his eyes, it was almost dawn, and it was the darkest time of the day. The red candle had already been extinguished, the huge room was empty, dark
Surprisingly sunk.
He rubbed his eyes and found it a little strange.
After a while, a trace of white fish appeared in the east sky, and it was projected on the window in a hazy way. He suddenly understood the strange reason: many years before this, he was afraid of the darkness and always had the palace lanterns on every night when he went to bed. If not, he would be all night.
It is hard to sleep, no matter how tired you are, you can't sleep well.
Only from tonight, the lights had already gone out, but he slept so heavily and smelled so much that he had never even dreamed.
Subconsciously stretched out his hand, but his movements were hindered: a parasite clung firmly to his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around his waist, and his black hair was scattered and messy to cover his face.
He could hear her deep and subtle sound of sleeping, both strange and novel.
Is this woman who sleeps so peacefully?
Or, is it because I was so happy with my life in the "little black room" that I was ravaged for many days?