Such a strong and crazy force that is almost suffocating, this is simply the rhythm of death.
However, Ziyu felt extremely comfortable at this moment, the pain and joy tickled into her bones, and every inch of her body was imprinted with the traces of Beiming Changfeng, leaving behind his breath.
He is hers.
She is also his.
The night is dark and the bright moonlight shines on the earth, creating an intoxicating beauty.
The cool breeze blows, bringing with it the scent of green grass, the fragrance of mountain flowers, and the most primitive taste between heaven and earth.
The moon palace hangs high, and the love lasts forever.
I don't know how long it took before Ziyu and Beiming Changfeng stopped.
There are kisses and marks all over the body, and the scratches and bite marks left during passion are almost everywhere on the fish's body.
Holding the naked Ziyu in his arms, Beiming Changfeng used his only intact robe to wrap the two of them tightly together.
"Young Master." Ziyu's voice was completely hoarse, and his body was as soft as a ball of cotton, curled up in Beiming Changfeng's arms.
"Do you have something to tell me?" Bei Ming Changfeng leaned against the big stone, brushing his hands through Ziyu's hair bit by bit, arranging Ziyu's messy hair.
"Yes." Ziyu leaned on Beiming Changfeng's chest and nodded.
"Just say what you want to say." Beiming Changfeng kissed Ziyu's head.
Ziyu was acting strange tonight, and he felt it the first time he met her.
Ziyu raised her head and stared into Beiming Changfeng's eyes: "Young Master, before I say anything, I want to ask you a question." A question that she had not thought of for a long time and had never been answered by Beiming Changfeng.
"Ask." Beiming Changfeng was still very polite.
Ziyu looked into Beiming Changfeng's eyes, and slowly covered Beiming Changfeng's chest and heart with his right hand. Feeling the vibration under his hand, Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng without blinking: "Young Master, I want to
Do you know why you like me?"
Why?
Why does Beiming Changfeng like her?
She has always been very confused about this, and she always felt that Beiming Changfeng seemed to like her very much before she got involved, and he would only marry her if she didn't want to, so he made a lifelong promise to her.
Although she knew Beiming Changfeng had no other ideas, she really wanted to know.
Why on earth did he like her so much.
Beiming Changfeng lowered his head to look at Ziyu's dark eyes, his face was cold, but there was a flash of embarrassment in those eyes.
Sorry? Beiming Changfeng would be embarrassed too?
Ziyu saw this fleeting emotion clearly, and couldn't help but stare at Beiming Changfeng with wide eyes, and was very determined not to allow Beiming Changfeng to avoid this problem...
Beiming Changfeng Jianziyu grabbed his face very resolutely to prevent him from avoiding it. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes. After a while, he couldn't help but sigh silently. He hugged Ziyu tightly and said in a deep voice: "Warmth."
"Warmth?" What does it mean? Ziyu was stunned.
Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu's confused face, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed between his eyebrows.
That day, he was injured and was staying at Wu Mansion to recuperate. As a result, Yu sneaked in that day.
She may not know his condition at that time. At that time, his poisonous injury was taking effect. He was so cold that his bones almost ached with coldness, but he couldn't shout or make a sound, because he was Beiming Changfeng and Zhen Zhen.
Prince Bei, therefore, he could only endure the process of detoxifying and expelling the poison.
At that time, Ziyu was so strong and crazy that he was almost suffocating. It was like a death rhythm.
However, Ziyu felt extremely comfortable at this moment, the pain and joy tickled into her bones, and every inch of her body was imprinted with the traces of Beiming Changfeng, leaving behind his breath.
He is hers.
She is also his.
The night is dark and the bright moonlight shines on the earth, creating an intoxicating beauty.
The cool breeze blows, bringing with it the scent of green grass, the fragrance of mountain flowers, and the most primitive taste between heaven and earth.
The moon palace hangs high, and the love lasts forever.
I don't know how long it took before Ziyu and Beiming Changfeng stopped.
There are kisses and marks all over the body, and the scratches and bite marks left during passion are almost everywhere on the fish's body.
Holding the naked Ziyu in his arms, Beiming Changfeng used his only intact robe to wrap the two of them tightly together.
"Young Master." Ziyu's voice was completely hoarse, and his body was as soft as a ball of cotton, curled up in Beiming Changfeng's arms.
"Do you have something to tell me?" Bei Ming Changfeng leaned against the big stone, brushing his hands through Ziyu's hair bit by bit, arranging Ziyu's messy hair.
"Yes." Ziyu leaned on Beiming Changfeng's chest and nodded.
"Just say what you want to say." Beiming Changfeng kissed Ziyu's head.
Ziyu was acting strange tonight, and he felt it the first time he met her.
Ziyu raised her head and stared into Beiming Changfeng's eyes: "Young Master, before I say anything, I want to ask you a question." A question that she had not thought of for a long time and had never been answered by Beiming Changfeng.
"Ask." Beiming Changfeng was still very polite.
Ziyu looked into Beiming Changfeng's eyes, and slowly covered Beiming Changfeng's chest and heart with his right hand. Feeling the vibration under his hand, Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng without blinking: "Young Master, I want to
Do you know why you like me?"
Why?
Why does Beiming Changfeng like her?
She has always been very confused about this, and she always felt that Beiming Changfeng seemed to like her very much before she got involved, and he would only marry her if she didn't want to, so he made a lifelong promise to her.
Although she knew Beiming Changfeng had no other ideas, she really wanted to know.
Why on earth did he like her so much.
Beiming Changfeng lowered his head to look at Ziyu's dark eyes, his face was cold, but there was a flash of embarrassment in those eyes.
Sorry? Beiming Changfeng would be embarrassed too?
Ziyu saw this fleeting emotion clearly, and couldn't help but stare at Beiming Changfeng with wide eyes, and was very determined not to allow Beiming Changfeng to avoid this problem...
Beiming Changfeng Jianziyu grabbed his face very resolutely to prevent him from avoiding it. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes. After a while, he couldn't help but sigh silently. He hugged Ziyu tightly and said in a deep voice: "Warmth."
"Warmth?" What does it mean? Ziyu was stunned.
Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu's confused face, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed between his eyebrows.
That day, he was injured and was staying at Wu Mansion to recuperate. As a result, Yu sneaked in that day.
She may not know his condition at that time. At that time, his poisonous injury was taking effect. He was so cold that his bones almost ached with coldness, but he couldn't shout or make a sound, because he was Beiming Changfeng and Zhen Zhen.
Prince Bei, therefore, he could only endure the process of detoxifying and expelling the poison.