On the dark and quiet ice-blue ground, a man and a woman were tightly intertwined.
He grasped her softness and whipped her violently, without stopping for a long time.
The enthusiasm that had been accumulated for three and a half years now completely erupted like an erupting volcano.
He fell deeply into it, feeling the beautiful joy that he wrested from her, again and again, like a wild beast that was never satisfied.
And she kept squealing and couldn't control herself. She was sweating profusely on the blue ice crystal ground through a layer of clothes.
In the end, she couldn't bear any more of his arrogance and plunder, and fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at his little wife who had fainted in his arms, Xuanyuan Yu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He was too greedy and didn't care about her ability to bear it.
He finished himself as quickly as possible, then hugged her body, carefully helped her clean up the sticky body fluids, and then put her clothes on. He hugged her contentedly and fell asleep.
The couple, who were sleeping in each other's arms, did not notice that the ground beneath them trembled slightly.
Hundreds of thousands of feet underground, there is only the quiet light of ice crystals, and no sun or moon. The alternation of the sun and moon in the outside world has nothing to do with this place.
Ling Luo didn't know how long she had slept, but when she opened her eyes, she felt a terrible pain all over her body, and her bones were about to fall apart.
She stretched out a hand and rubbed her swollen forehead, sighing inwardly, she really had overindulged.
"Luo'er, wake up."
An extremely gentle and magnetic voice came from the side.
Ling Luo turned around and saw Xuanyuan Yu sitting cross-legged, meditating attentively.
"Well, how long have I slept?" She adjusted her legs, feeling very sore and even trembling faintly.
"I slept for about seven hours." Xuanyuan Yu looked at Ling Luo with an ambiguous look that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and said, "Your physical strength is too poor."
Ling Luo's ears warmed up, and she stretched out a small fist and protested: "Whose fault do you think it is?"
"Mine." A certain wife slave admitted her mistake very obediently, "It was because of my husband that I made Luoer tired."
Ling Luo snorted softly and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
"Are you hungry?" Xuanyuan Yu smiled, stretched out a hand, and gently helped Ling Luo brush a strand of messy hair behind her ear.
Ling Luo had slept for too long, and her head still hurt a little. She shook it and said, "I'm not very hungry."
"I'll take you to a beautiful place."
Xuanyuan Yu stretched out one hand and hugged Ling Luo's back, while the other arm hooked the crook of her leg from below and lifted her up horizontally.
Ling Luo was startled and quickly reached out his hand and hooked Xuanyuan Yu's neck.
"Why are you hugging me?"
Xuanyuan Yu lowered his head, with a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes that contained a smile that was three points and seven points doting: "Your legs are inconvenient."
Ling Luo's ears felt hot: "..."
She took several deep breaths, nestled into his broad and warm chest, and asked, "Where are we going?"
"In the extreme north of this land of ice crystals, there is a circle of blooming ice roses, and there are also many ice fruits."
Hearing what Xuanyuan Yu said, Ling Luo immediately became interested. Plants that can grow in extremely dark places are definitely not simple.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, like taking a walk, we finally reached our destination.
It was a large ice garden with a radius of one thousand meters.