"Don't... Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I don't want it! This skin is very difficult to work with. Don't tear it, Your Majesty..." Feng Jiuer was going crazy. The man pressing on her was as heavy as a mountain. She couldn't push him away at all, but
He actually wanted to tear her fake skin into pieces.
She was so anxious that she didn't know what to do. Just when his fingertips fell on the fake skin bag and he was about to tear it off, she called out: "Uncle Nine Emperors."
Uncle Nine Emperors, her Uncle Nine Emperors... Zhan Qingcheng froze with his fingertips and looked down at her for a long time, then suddenly said: "Let me see you."
...After taking a bath, Feng Jiuer did not dare to put on the skin again this time, for fear that she would be torn apart by Zhan Qingcheng.
She also stopped wearing those high-heeled boots and put on comfortable shoes. Although she was still wearing men's clothes, her feet finally no longer suffered when she walked.
The most important thing is her face. After this face was cleaned with special potion, the original face was revealed, fair and flawless, the real Feng Jiuer.
Zhan Qingcheng pulled her into his arms, lowered his head to press her thin lips, and kissed her crazily.
"Well..." Feng Jiuer grabbed his collar, originally wanting to push him away, but she really missed his breath, his taste, his lips, his embrace, everything about him.
.
Each other's breathing became heavier and heavier, and some things were like thunder stirring up earthly fire, and no one could stop it.
The moment she was put on the bed, his scent came overwhelmingly. She tried to stop it, knowing that some things must not happen.
But she was unable to stop it, and she didn't want to stop it. She missed Uncle Nine Emperors very much.
I really want to stay in his arms without quarreling, suspicion, estrangement or distance.
In this way, she completely belonged to him, became his woman, and became one with him.
Just like that, regardless of everything, willingly, body and soul were completely entangled... It was so hot that the two of them almost melted.
Jiuer closed his eyes, hugged Uncle Jiuhuang's neck tightly, and even lifted himself up.
Those two lines of hot tears fell down her cheeks, but she didn't know whether they were because of sadness, happiness, or... touching... The volcanic eruption of passion stopped at the moment when she almost thought she was going to belong to him completely.
Just like the crazy rainstorm disappeared in an instant, even Feng Jiuer herself didn't know why it stopped.
But he really stopped his aggressive behavior and just looked down at her, his long fingers sliding down the corners of her eyes.
There, there was still a drop of clear tears left, falling on his fingertips, and the reddest one was taken into his mouth.
"I feel wronged to you."
He held her face. The two of them were so emotional, but he could still calm down.
Should I feel that I am not attractive enough, or should I be grateful for his unparalleled endurance?
In fact, Feng Jiu breathed a sigh of relief the moment he stopped.
It almost turned out to be a big mistake.
"Don't move!"
Zhan Qingcheng's big palm fell on her shoulder, pushing her body back when she wanted to get up: "Don't move, just... wait a minute."
Feng Jiuer blinked, and when he raised his head, he saw the look of pain floating in Uncle Jiuhuang's eyes.
It turned out that he had endured it so hard... Jiu'er was a little shocked, and then he thought belatedly, should he be shy?
After all, the two of them are disheveled now... no, where are they wearing any clothes?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, let me get up."
Now that we have stopped, can we continue to pretend to be confused?
No, I wasn't pretending to be confused just now, I was really confused.
She pushed gently again, but, Uncle Nine Emperors, why are you not wearing any clothes?
How can anyone recommend this?
No matter where you push, you'll hit his strong body... so shy.
No woman can stay awake after Uncle Nine Emperors took off his clothes. Feng Jiuer felt that she was calm enough after becoming Feng Jiu. However, as soon as Uncle Nine Emperors took off his clothes, this calmness was completely broken.
Is it okay to put on your clothes quickly and stop coming out to cause harm to the world?
Zhan Qingcheng finally got up from her body, and with a casual hook, his clothes were back on his body in the blink of an eye. This speed was like magic.
Feng Jiuer wrapped herself in a quilt and was about to get up to look for clothes, but he had already returned to the bed and stared at her condescendingly.
"Don't say anything to me now."
She blushed and said.
"Why?"
Zhan Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, not only did he speak, but he also wanted to get closer.
Feng Jiuer hurriedly hid inside the bed and said displeasedly: "You are already dressed, but I... this is not fair."
It's obvious that she feels inferior. No matter what the two of them say, now is not a good time for her.
Zhan Qingcheng didn't say anything. He picked up her manly skin from the side and pulled the quilt wrapped around her body.
"Your Majesty..." "Huh?"
He tightened his fingers and a look of anger passed between his brows. Did he mean to tear her quilt to pieces?
"...Uncle Nine Emperors."
When necessary, it's okay to be soft in front of him, as long as it's not a matter of principle.
"Let me do it myself."
She stretched out her hand.
Seeing her fair shoulders and arms, Zhan Qingcheng's eyes were deep, and his ears felt a little warm, and he unexpectedly held her arms.
"Uncle Nine Emperors!"
Feng Jiuer was startled and hurriedly retracted his arm.
The arm was so slippery and tender that he couldn't even hold it and let her slip away.
Probably, it was really too tender... He suddenly remembered that the skin on her body was also tender and tender, and it seemed like he could break her if he pinched it.
The color of his eyes became darker and darker.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you just held it in yourself!"
Feng Jiuer immediately reminded.
Zhan Qingcheng pursed her thin lips and finally calmed down again. She picked up the leather bag and looked at her: "I'll do it."
He finally called himself "I" in front of her and was no longer the king.
Although it was just a title, Feng Jiuer was suddenly moved for some reason, so moved that her heart felt sour.
You're not angry anymore, are you?
There is no barrier anymore, right?
The quilt was pulled away from her body, and the coolness for a moment woke her up. It was too late to stop her.
She was trapped in the arms of Uncle Nine Emperors. He took the man's skin bag and after studying it for a moment, he began to put it on her.
The movements were so gentle, as if he was afraid that if he exerted more force, he would hurt her.
There are still traces on this body that he pinched with his long fingers just now, which makes people pity, but also makes people crazy.
Zhan Qingcheng was a little doubtful. Did he really stop by himself just now?
With such a beautiful body, he didn't even want to take it to the end!
