She had to admit that she was jealous, deeply jealous, jealous of a woman who did not really exist, that was An San's future wife.
First, the charm potion continued to take effect, and then jealousy added fuel to the fire. Regardless of the reasons that he had long recognized in his heart, Zhenliang deliberately questioned willfully, "Oh, she will care about you when you come in. If you don't come in, won't she?"
Don’t you care? I am a woman and I understand women better than you. If the man I love deeply has had other women, I will mind every bit of their intimacy, very much!"
An San said disapprovingly, "We haven't reached the last step yet, I believe she can understand."
Indeed, Zhenliang had to admit that his future wife would definitely understand, because before they met, he was guarding her as a man's last line of innocence, and other intimate details, the woman was moved.
Yu, how can I have the heart to care about it?
It seems that in his eyes, his wife is clean, innocent, and considerate, and is not at the same level as a woman like her who is unclean, willful, and has no self-love.
With a broken heart, Zhenliang continued to let himself be willful and said, "She won't know. As long as you don't tell me and I don't tell, how will she know?"
When she said this, even she couldn't believe it and looked down upon it. However, she chose to say it, as if she wanted the man to change his mind, and she seemed to be seeking a kind of final despair.
At this moment, jealousy was surging in her heart. How could she care about the feelings of other women? She only knew that her body and mind were longing for this man, a man who would not belong to her in the future.
She has a kind side, but when she likes this man and needs this man, she will also have a selfish side and will not worry about some unknown woman in the future.
Staring at Zhenliang for a moment, Ansan's tight penis suddenly withdrew from her moist secret opening. Zhenliang felt a sense of emptiness and at the same time heard the man say in a deep voice, "I know, that's enough."
Already."
he knows?
Zhenliang cried and said, "What do you mean?"
"Even if I don't confess to her, I will still feel sorry for her, and this cannot be changed."
I can't help but feel sorry for her.
Zhenliang's lips trembled slightly with anger, and he asked desperately, "How do you know that your future wife will be cleaner than you? Maybe..."
Maybe...maybe...
Zhenliang really wanted to say that maybe she was born in Qinglou, or maybe her cleanliness was not as good as Yuchi Zhenliang.
However, she could not say such vicious words after all. Moreover, she felt that she had asked the wrong thing. By asking him like this, didn't she imply that she was unclean on the other hand?
An San looked deeply into the depths of Zhenliang's eyes and said with confidence, "Of course she is clean. From beginning to end, she only belongs to me."
What a domineering statement, but unfortunately, the person he is domineering over is not her.
Zhenliang was deeply jealous, and at the same time deeply ashamed. Soberly, she realized that she had been touched by other men a long time ago, and it was no longer possible for her to belong to him alone.
Is he reminding her again and again that she has self-awareness?
Raising his arms to cover his tearful eyes, Zhenliang cried and said in his heart, "I'm so jealous and envious of your future wife."
The more these words could only be said in her heart, the more bitterness accumulated in her heart, making it difficult to resolve them.
The charm medicine continued to wreak havoc, and when he couldn't bear it any longer, Zhenliang shouted, "It feels so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable...it's so uncomfortable..."
Not only was the charm medicine making her physically uncomfortable, but her heart was also extremely uncomfortable. When the two were combined, it was bound to be an excruciating torment.
She no longer counted on the man in front of her who only saw her future wife. She ignored him and was still pressing on her. She groaned, squirmed, cried and fussed, and started her own lonely fight. She thought,
Should we drive this man away first, and then go find cold water to cool down the fire?
An San changed his position so that he was lying on her side. Although it was impossible for his arrogant guy to desecrate her secret place, he stretched out his right hand to cover her lubricating place.
"I'll help you."
Zhen Zhen's whole body convulsed violently, but he cast an extremely disdainful look at him and sneered, "Help me? Stop being so pretentious. Aren't you afraid that your future wife will accuse you?"
An San's hand began to press harder, "A man should do something and not do something."
Just as Zhenliang was about to retort, the man's palm began to rotate dramatically, and the stimulation caused instantly wiped out what Zhenliang wanted to say.
"Hmm... hum... hum..." I don't know if it's more spasms, more tenderness and numbness, let alone more twitches and tremors. Zhenliang's legs are tight and straight, and it seems that his whole heart is shaking.
Being driven to tremble.
Although she didn't go deep into it, what the big hands gave her was a feeling of near ecstasy.
The man kept covering it up quickly and forcefully for who knows how long, and then quietly inserted a finger. Because Zhenliang's secret place was already moist and tender, so even though half of his finger was already inserted, she only felt a little pain.
.
In the blink of an eye, what annihilates the pain is ultimate pleasure.
The movement of the man's fingers ranged from light to heavy, from small to large, imagining that it was not his own fingers, but his clone that was making waves inside.
His pain was worse than before, but Zhenliang was enjoying more and more extreme ecstasy in the pain.
Her charm potion was sublimating, and her desire slowly descended from the climax at the top. The process was wonderful.
But the man's charm medicine is still lurking, raging in his body and unable to be discharged.
Once, twice, three times...
In the extreme pleasure, Zhenliang would cry, scold, giggle, or shout. The charm medicine in his body would be reduced to the lowest level, and he would wake up more and more.
The last time, which was the fifth time, Zhenliang cursed with tears in his eyes, "Why is it so difficult to ask you to break up your virginity for me? Third Master, I hate you, I hate you so much..."
An San gasped and laughed at himself, "It turns out that in your eyes, I am actually just a tool to be used as a means of destruction."
Zhenliang glared softly, "That's your honor! It's because I think highly of you that I choose you. Otherwise, how could it be such a failure tonight? Any other man he can find will be better than you."
Hearing this, An San's face suddenly turned sinister, and he stared at Zhenliang and said, "Do you mean that you won't give up until your innocence is destroyed?"
"Of course, I will never give up on what I want to do." Zhenliang said deliberately, "It seems that tonight is not possible, isn't there still tomorrow? It seems that I must go before entering the palace tomorrow.
Find a man who is thousands of times more reliable than you, and you will never give up until you succeed."
"Seeing how you do everything you can, don't you think it's embarrassing?" An San said with contempt on his face, "Can you consider even a beggar?"
"That is, I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goals, let alone a beggar, a blind, deaf, or lame person, as long as he is a capable man, I can do it."
