A numb feeling spread to her limbs. She was a little panicked for a moment, and subconsciously put her arms around Pei Donglang's waist. But she felt something hard pressed against her. She thought for a while, could it be that Pei Donglang forgot to wrap his waist
I want to take off the sword. This is not possible. It would be bad if I get hurt.
So she loosened her hand slightly and lowered her voice, "Your Highness... Your Highness, I have no objection to whatever you want to do. But... but..."
"But?" Pei Donglang's tone rose slightly.
She was timid, but she still mustered up the courage to say, "But can I take off the sword from your waist first? I'm a little panicked."
Pei Donglang looked at her and was speechless. Ever since he met this guy, he felt that although she was not very literate, she was still knowledgeable. She knew more about crooked ways. Sometimes she would quarrel with Chu Feige.
It could be said that he came back with a blushing face. But when he went into battle with real swords and guns, he realized that she usually only paid lip service, but in fact she was very naive.
Su Zhiyu made a suggestion, but there was no response from Pei Donglang. Moreover, he got even more serious and deliberately touched himself with the "hilt" of the sword. But his thin and lingering kiss made her feel weak, and she couldn't raise her hands even if she wanted to refuse.
In his busy schedule, Pei Donglang whispered in her ear, "Take off your clothes." Su Zhiyu reached out in a daze and untied the clothes on his chest. Suddenly his smooth and strong chest was exposed. Su Zhiyu had been wearing oil all morning.
, now I thought that I could safely and boldly take advantage, and I suddenly became happy.
Pei Donglang seemed to think that the clothes on his body were in the way, so he threw them aside. Although his fingers had been holding the sword for many years, they were not calloused at all. His fingers dexterously slid across her creamy skin. The journey was like a prairie fire, and Su Zhiyu only felt unbearably hot.
He couldn't help but stick it. Pei Donglang felt the warm fragrance of nephrite and couldn't bear it anymore.
Pei Donglang suddenly whispered in her ear, "Yu'er, call my name." She hooked Pei Donglang's neck and hung it on him, feeling that the night was so long...
It was almost noon the next day when Su Zhiyu woke up. He felt as if all his limbs were falling apart. As expected, the words "love fragrance and cherish jade" did not exist in His Highness's dictionary. In the past, Su Zhiyu liked Pingxie CP and mentioned the little brother
Seven times a night, I always thought it was cute. Now I have completely overturned this idea.
Pei Donglang got up early, and Zi Rui came in with lunch. However, he saw that the curtain was still down, and Su Zhiyu could be seen lying half-dead inside. He immediately understood what had happened. She put down the lunch, closed the door, and left.
But Pei Donglang looked rosy and calmly sat aside to serve soup. Su Zhiyu couldn't move her arms, but she was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She must avenge this!
Pei Donglang filled the soup and set it aside to cool, then walked over and opened the curtain. Su Zhiyu had no strength to put on clothes, and at this moment she still looked like she had just been ravaged. Pei Donglang looked at the red marks on her body, and there was another look in his eyes.
It was tinged with a suspicious light.
Su Zhiyu felt something bad and quickly pulled the quilt to block him. Pei Donglang leaned over to lift the quilt and suddenly picked her up. Su Zhiyu hurriedly shouted, "No, no, no, no, there are still important things to do today!!"
Pei Donglang smiled, carried her to the barrel, and put her in. Su Zhiyu soaked in the water and let out a long sigh of relief.