Fu Jingheng realized that his tone was not good, so he softened his tone in time, "You continue to speak."
"You are cruel to me." Wen Jin's big eyes were wet, "Every time you say you love me, it is after hurting me. Just like now... I hate being slapped like this. I don't know when you will
You will give me a "slap" again... Your mother hates me too, and sooner or later my adoptive father will be the estrangement between us... Fu, I don't see the hope that we can go on... stop the loss in time and respect each other."
They had a heated argument.
They were quiet.
Their breathing became rapid.
Fu Jingheng suddenly put his hand on the back of her head, pulled her cheek towards her, lowered his head suddenly and brought his thin lips close to hers.
Close enough that his cool breath fell on her cheek, close enough that she could hear his slightly rapid and suppressed breathing, close enough to be swept away by his hot sight and ambergris.
"Let's stop arguing. It hurts my feelings. I'll stop it first, and you're not allowed to continue irritating me. I'm not trying to hurt you, but I want you to return to your usual quiet self. You used to be very sensible. You feel wronged after your wrist is broken, don't you. Don't
If we don’t get along with Brother Heng, let’s make peace with each other.”
With a low ambiguity in his voice, he said, "Blow the wound for you, hug you, hold you tightly, and love you well."
Wen Jin subconsciously moved back, but was restrained by him, unable to move. The breath on her cheeks was slightly cold, with the pleasant smell of his masculine smell, and it spread on her cheeks. The corners of her eyes turned red and her throat trembled, "I
I don’t need you to blow it for me. I can blow it myself. My grievances are not just from the broken wrist, you have been making me suffer. It won’t be fine after just sleeping.”
Fu Jingheng looked at her face and said, "Blow your cheeks and let me see."
"You're late." Wen Jin couldn't manage to blow on his cheeks, so he lowered his face, with two tears in his eyes stubbornly refusing to fall, "The rain stopped. I got through it on my own. The thunderstorm was really heavy last night.
The sky was dark with dark clouds. I was so helpless. I silently called your name countless times. Why didn't you come and hug me last night? I felt so sad when I was alone in the rain."
"Did you call my name in your heart? Or did you call it out loud?" Fu Jingheng's eyes were filled with emotion. Thinking of the way she kept calling his name, he couldn't calm down and his breathing was hot.
Wen Jin glanced at him and said, "In my heart."
"Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng..." Fu asked her with a rustling voice: "Are you shouting like this?"
"Don't imitate me..." Wen Jin couldn't help but blush, and covered her ears. Her right hand was wrapped like a small rice dumpling, covering her ears to look pitiful and cute.
"Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng, your sweetheart fell down, why don't you come..." Fu said in her ear, "Fu Jingheng, I hate you... Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng... why don't you come and hug me..."
Wen Jin broke into a thin sweat on his forehead. He was so ashamed. He really didn't expect that he would imitate her speech like this. He is so good at these flirting techniques, "Stop talking...!"
"Well. I'm late. But it's better than doing nothing, right?"
Fu Jingheng held her wrist without exerting any force, but Wen Jin was in terrible pain. She gritted her teeth to prevent him from touching her. He held her wrist with his hand and blew gently on the affected area.
"The incident in Lishan has passed. I... will no longer make things difficult for you. Zishu told me that couples should put themselves in someone else's shoes, and that I should learn to be tolerant and tolerant and understand your situation. The war between me and Wenguang,
How about we not involve you, a weak woman?"
Wen Jin withdrew her hand, walked to the long table, and stuffed some of her son's socks into the bag, "I'm not your wife."
Fu said, "Well, to put it another way, husband and concubine need to put themselves in someone else's shoes."
Wen Jin felt extremely uncomfortable.
Fu Jingheng pursed his lips and smiled, "Why do you have to pick out the words?"
Wen Jin ignored him and hated him even more.
"The dead puppies, Changyun, Changning, the broken wrists... I remember them all. I know everything Guaiguai has done..."
Fu Jingheng walked over, hugged her small body from behind, and pressed her back against his body. For a moment, the feeling of peace of mind suddenly calmed down his irritable mind, and he kissed her gently on the shell of her ear.
"I miss you... I miss you so much..."
Wen Jin was startled, throbbing unexpectedly, and her heart was pounding wildly. She gave a light shout and subconsciously hid, but the emperor hugged her tightly. The more she struggled, the tighter he held her.
The change became more obvious. He took out her green sign from the bottom of his sleeve and placed it on the long table. Wen Jin was surprised that he actually carried her sign with him, and she immediately understood that he wanted her.
He whispered: "I'll be careful not to touch your wrist. Let's do it now. I want you and I want to get you. I don't want to talk before that. Give me..."
The base of her ear was itchy from his kiss, and Wen Jin's breathing was erratic. She said, "I don't want to, don't use sleep to cover up conflicts."
"I know. But you can't stop me. Satisfy me!"
They both stopped talking. The fabric of their clothes was caressing and their bodies were rubbing against each other. His slender fingers penetrated her clothes, and he kissed her deeply in the morning light accompanied by the scent of pomegranate flowers.
"Where did you fall on the stairs?" After kissing for a long time, he asked her, pressing his forehead against hers.
"Beside the flower bed behind the corner of the small Buddhist hall." Wen Jin answered truthfully.
"You're so stupid. You can't even walk well. You could break your wrist!" Fu Jingheng scolded her.
Wen Jin said with red eyes, "Of course I'm stupid. I'm not as smart as Nishi Gong. I'm not as cute as Nishi Gong. And no Nishi Gong can make you curious. I'm a fool who can fall even when walking. I'm just jealous of the way you look at the rain on the porch.
Mandarin ducks do not envy immortals. I am alone...I often leave sadly..."
Fu Jingheng touched the top of her hair and said, "My stupid daughter-in-law who can even fall down when walking is the cutest. I will take you to the West Palace to see you later, and you will know how cute you are. The relationship between me and her is not as beautiful as you think."
It feels good to be with you. But...my love hurts you instead."
Wen Jin didn't understand what he said, and suddenly heard him say again: "It's a pity that I didn't send you home last night. It would be nice if I did..."
Fu Jingheng picked up Wen Jin and walked to the dragon bed. He said in a deep voice to Old Mo outside: "Old Mo, ask someone to smooth out all the stone and jade steps in the palace, change them to slopes, and lay out carpets. Go there.
Later, when I threw her again, I raised my head to see him."
Lao Mo hurriedly ordered gardeners to renovate the palace.
Her back gently touched the soft quilt, and the man's weight pressed down. His strong arms supported her side, surrounding her with his breath. He had sex with her. Perhaps because they were about to be separated, he was especially emotional. He
Become familiar with every sensitive secret of her body.
He tried to find traces of her feelings for him from her young and restrained reaction.
It's such a pity that her eyes were dead, she was passive, she was just waiting for him to finish.
He wanted her three times, but he didn't tell her that he had stopped taking anti-pregnancy pills a few days ago. Every time he did it, he felt a little worried by the patience in her eyes. Afterwards, he finally buried his cheek in the crook of her neck.
I burst into tears.
He said: "I won't let you go, Jin, I won't let you go. Please don't go. I don't want to imprison you with chains."
He said: "Can you just scream? It's obvious that your body is reacting! Is it just your body that's reacting? What's in your heart, Su Wenjin! It's like I'm raping a corpse!"
He said: "Jin...can't we start from the beginning? I love you and marry you. It's not just guilt, it's not just responsibility."
He said: "I didn't know your wrist was injured. I didn't know you were injured but didn't come over. Can you believe me?"
He said, "My father who was so proud of me was killed. I feel sad. There is a estrangement between me and you, which indirectly caused you to break your wrist. Is it so unforgivable? I was wrong, okay? I shouldn't force you to tell me."
Shan Jin, could you put the little bundle back in the closet..."
He said, "How about you tie a small pillow on your belly, act like a coquettish little lunatic in my arms, and rely on me? Jin... How about pretending that our Changyun and Changning are still there..."
He said, "You are Chang Zai whom I personally sealed at Yingfeng Terrace. Chang Zai cannot be absent, right..."
He was the one who was talking. It was not easy for her to say so little. She said so little but he actually said so much.
She was a talkative person, but she seemed to have lost her voice.
Wen Jin could sympathize with his feelings and felt sorry for him, but she didn't dare to continue. She was a person who made a decision and then carried it out. She decided to leave, even if she would be heartbroken by missing her after leaving.
She also wanted to leave this indifferent and affectionate man who made her breathless.
She gave up on that rainy night when she got soaked and stumbled last night. She couldn't bear any more stumbles. She lost two children. Her broken wrist affected her writing and drawing. She only had a small life left. A Niang
He told her to live well.
She said: "Brother Heng, I seem to be dead. If the emperor wants to hear it, I can call him out."
Fu collapsed, his shoulders twitching in her neck until he couldn't control himself.
The rain was very cold on a midsummer night and the stairs were very steep. He was very heartless. His entanglement at this time was even more cruel than last night. This time they had sex, which did not calm down the conflicts between them.
He panicked.
He thought of chains.
"I miss my grandma. I want to go home and live with my grandma. Don't be sad, we have Changlin, you can see Changlin often." She calmly persuaded him who lost his composure after making love.
Fu Jingheng put on his dirty clothes, and like an angry child, he untied her little bundle and shook the clothes into a mess. He said, "Yes! We can see her once every three to five days, ten days and a half, during the holidays, right?"
Wen Jin was not angry, but he messed up her bundle. She put on her clothes and walked over, clumsily folding the clothes one by one with her left hand. He messed them up again, and Wen Jin folded them again, but he still picked them up.
Wen Jin finally cried, staring at him, with two tears rolling down her face, "Okay, it's so hard to fold my left hand. I really don't want to be with you. I can't go back to the past. I've been good enough for so many years."
You have a good time with them. Let's be friends again."