When he entered, he pushed away everyone and closed the thick palace door with his own hands. [26nbsp;] Shui Lian was still lying on the bed, but he knew that she was actually awake. There was only the sound of the two breathing, and she turned sideways.
Inside, I didn't even look at him.
"Little devil..."
She turned over and quietly covered him with the thin quilt, but was pulled into his arms by his big hand.
Even though he was very tired, the emperor actually felt warm in his heart. When he was lying on the soft bed, he couldn't help it anymore and kissed her very passionately...
She couldn't dodge, neither physically nor mentally.
When I was panting under him, I didn't even know whether it was pleasure or pain.
It's as if the soul and the body are separated, the soul is wandering, and the body is enjoying itself regardless of it - poor human beings, how many people can always stay sane?
This time the intimacy was particularly intense, like a person who has been dry for a long time encountering a heavy rain.
Especially the emperor, with a kind of fanatical joy and passion for reconciliation, he was almost double the attentiveness, because only at this time can we feel the closeness of the two souls - loving and being loved, cherishing and being cherished.
cherish.
Therefore, he became even wilder, more flattering, and even worked harder than ever before... Just like when he first started to fall in love, he couldn't grasp it.
When they woke up in the morning, both of them still felt a little tired.
The emperor looked at the woman in his arms. He woke up before her and observed her at such a close range. He saw that her hair was slightly messy and buried entirely in his shoulders. Her hands were softly placed on his chest.
There was a faint smile on her face, making her look exactly like the innocent and lively little girl in her memory, as if she could only be so gentle in her dreams.
She vaguely returned to the days before, but these days, she became a little more haggard and her face became a little pale.
There was a feeling of pity in his heart, and he was also afraid that she would get sick again. His voice became unusually gentle: "Little devil, let's make peace. You can never do anything wrong with me again."
She slowly sat up, ready to serve him as before.
However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he caught it.
He gently bit her extended index finger. In the dim sky, he saw that the fingers were as green as onions, white and slender, which made his heart skip a beat again.