For Zhenliang, the touching of lips is also considered as one of the contents of bedtime. Therefore, she believes without any doubt that such a scene will happen. It is definitely just an accident. She can't blame Nangong Lie. Who made it happen?
Did she rush to pull him with a guilty conscience?
After being stunned for a moment, Zhenliang subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the man who was about to turn off the light followed her lips and immediately chased them towards the mattress.
Therefore, when Zhenliang fell down on the bed, Nangong Lie had already firmly captured her lips.
Zhenliang's eyes widened in shock, filled with resistance and questions. He said he would not let her sleep with her, so how could he take advantage of her like this? Is this... a prelude to sleeping with her? Did he break his promise?
Nangong Lie looked back at her with deep and deep phoenix eyes, as if there were flames jumping inside. Zhenliang's heart was beating wildly, without a neat rhythm.
Nangong Lie knew that Zhenliang had something to say, and he also knew what she wanted to say. He was also willing to give her a chance to speak, because he had the ability to make her speechless, but once he kissed her fragrant lips, he would not let her go.
I let go and just want to taste the sweetness more deeply. How can I be willing to withdraw even a little bit?
Although Nangong Lie's kisses were getting deeper and more intense, Zhenliang found that his hands holding her tightly were very regular and almost motionless.
Perhaps, in this way, he was telling her that he was just kissing her and would not intrude on areas that should not be infringed.
With such recognition and self-comfort, Zhenliang gradually let go of his defensiveness, and even closed his eyes, letting Nangong Lie repeatedly play with his lips and tongue, refusing to let go of every corner inside and outside.
Although her heart was repulsive and she didn't make any response, it was undeniable that Nangong Lie's kissing skills were really superb. Not only did her body become softer and softer, but it also easily gave her the illusion that Nangong Lie was kissing her right now.
The person who was kissing her was the person she loved deeply, so this forced kiss could overflow the sweetness between her lips and teeth.
Finally, it was late at night, Zhenliang fell asleep, but the kiss continued, shallow or deep, fast or slow.
Zhenliang had a rare strange dream. In the dream, she was not Yuchi Zhenliang, but the modern Zhenliang. When she was walking on the street in the vast sea of people, she saw a familiar figure head-on.
Among so many modern men with short hair and T-shirts, a handsome man in ancient costume suddenly appeared, with long flowing hair and handsome eyes. He only stared at her with a half-smile.
Zhenliang stood there in shock, how could this man come to modern times? Isn't this the emperor of Daxin Kingdom?
Before she could react, the man had already walked up to her in two steps, held her shoulders with both hands, and kissed her lips without saying a word.
All the people around them stopped, looked at the two people, and then burst into bursts of applause or cheers.
By some strange coincidence, whether it was vanity or other reasons, Zhenliang didn't think too much, he just felt that his heart was filled with the sweetness of pride and happiness.
So, she stood on tiptoes, boldly wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and responded to him enthusiastically.
The sound of their passionate kiss echoed in Zhenliang's ears, making her body and mind become more and more agitated, wishing she could be more intimately connected with him.
Just when the two were kissing each other inseparably, a sudden heavy rain fell from the sky, and the passionate lips and tongues of the two were separated alive.
The cold rain blurred Zhenliang's eyes. When she wiped the rain from her eyes and looked in front of her, she didn't know when the man had disappeared.
In the pouring rain, there are only modern people walking in a hurry, how can there be ancient people in fancy clothes?
Big raindrops hit Zhenliang's body drop by drop. Zhenliang felt colder and colder, and his whole body seemed to be frozen into popsicles.
Suddenly, Zhenliang woke up from her dream. The sky was already slightly bright, and Nangong Lie was no longer around her.
He really left early. As for whether it was before the second watch, Zhenliang didn't know, because she seemed to have slept deeper than ever before, and she didn't wake up at all because of any movement in the palace.
Recalling the scene before falling asleep last night, Zhenliang's face turned red. She covered her face with both hands and rolled around in the bed. She was fully clothed and didn't feel any discomfort.
exception.
In other words, although she slept to death yesterday, Nangong Lie should not have taken advantage of her.
On this day, Zhenliang was even more restless than yesterday, always paying attention to the news circulating in the palace.
After most of the day passed, Zhenliang discovered that he didn't know anything about her turning on the light to go to bed last night. It seemed that only God knew about what happened between her and Nangong Lie last night. He knew that she knew.
Zhenliang naturally thought of what Nangong Lie said last night: If I leave at this time, tomorrow the news will spread throughout the palace, either that the emperor will definitely not be able to do anything about the bed, or that Concubine Liang has fallen out of favor. Are you willing?
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It seems that Nangong Lie simply lied to her, because he had no intention of spreading this matter to others, or in other words, he was more sure that she would not spread this matter and ask for trouble.
As night fell, when Zhenliang turned off the last light in the palace, stripped down to only her underwear, and got into bed to sleep, there was a knock on the door.
The knock on the door was very soft, but it was enough to be heard by Zhenliang. Zhenliang thought it was some girl who had something to ask her, so he raised his upper body slightly and asked, "Who?"
It was quiet outside the door, and no one answered. Zhenliang's heart trembled, and he was about to ask again when a man's voice sounded outside the door and said, "It's me."
Although there were only two simple words, Zhenliang recognized this voice. Even if he was not 100% sure, he believed that it was the same.
The visitor should be Nangong Lie. Perhaps in order to prevent others from hearing, he did not call himself me, but called himself me.
Zhenliang was very lucky that she had the habit of locking the door. Otherwise, this guy would have just broken in.
Covering his beating heart, Zhenliang held his breath and didn't dare to respond. He really couldn't understand. This guy had just been here last night, why was he here again?
Is it possible that he wants to do this every day?
I don’t know how much time passed, but when Zhenliang imagined that Nangong Lie had left, a familiar voice sounded outside again, "Open the door."
Zhenliang closed her eyes tightly and kept telling herself that she heard nothing and heard nothing.
Finally, there was a loud noise from the north window of the bedroom. When Zhenliang was afraid that the window would be torn down, the quick man had already taken off the clothes he needed to take off and forced himself into Zhenliang's bed.
