Wen Jin hurriedly raised her hand to cover her lips. She was obsessed with cleanliness and resisted the fact that he had just kissed someone else and was intimate with her. An alien like her was destined to not end well in a world dominated by polygamous men, but his kiss was a disappointment.
on her eyelashes.
"It's not rain. It's tears." Fu Jingheng swallowed the tears into his lips, and the slightly salty taste lingered on the tip of his tongue. He lowered his head and stared at her profile. She did not flatter him like others. Her soft body
He has a strong backbone, "You have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor. How should you be punished?"
The kiss he placed on her eyelashes was very light and soft, as if she were a treasure that needed to be protected and cherished, and her eyelashes trembled gently like cicada wings.
It was obvious that he hated her and was wary of her, but he was the one who touched her tenderly when she was vulnerable. She was still doubting and compromising under his gentleness. Maybe he should give her a slap in the face, which would be better than this.
An ambiguous kiss would make her sober more easily. She was an emotional animal, and she would almost be submissive and tell him her grievances, begging him to show her some mercy.
Wen Jin slowly parted her cheeks, "Have you not kissed her enough? Do you want to go find Xue Ye and kiss her again? Let's choose another show, Shuyi, Baolin, always there. I'm not in a hurry, I'm a bed
Slave, I will be the last to kiss you."
"Are you saying you're not jealous?" Fu Jingheng narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled, "I think you're crazy with jealousy."
"I'm not a king, I'm not a saint. I don't have a national master father. I don't have a father, a mother, a future mother-in-law like the Empress Dowager to give me a reward, and I don't have 8,000 pieces of my own money to help you share it.
Slave... you are penniless, and you will only waste your food if you eat one meal and worry about the next. What right do you have to be jealous? Slave... you are just a bed slave."
As Wen Jin spoke, she got the strength from nowhere and pushed Fu Jingheng away. She took the book and weapons and ran away, fleeing from the arms of the husband she considered in her heart. When she passed the threshold,
The trident was too long and got stuck in the groove on the door frame.
Funny and embarrassing.
Baoyin, why does she want the trident? My sister is so embarrassed. She is so embarrassed even when she leaves. She is not free and easy.
Wen Jin used brute force to fish out the trident several times but could not get it out. He looked at her quietly, and she suddenly tried to fish it out as if she had collapsed. She couldn't get out of the house for a long time, and finally gave up in frustration.
He leaned against the door panel, his eyes red and helpless.
"Even the Trident doesn't want to see me. I never thought I would live such a failure."
Fu Jingheng saw that she was quite embarrassed and helpless, with her thin body trembling, so he hugged her in his arms, tied his hands around her waist, and with the help of alcohol, his tone became more unyielding and strong, "Come here.
"
Wen Jin did not obey. He stiffened his body and tried to break away. The rouge lip marks on his collar were really dazzling.
In fact, she shouldn't mind it so much. It's normal for men to have three wives and four concubines. The Three Cardinal Guidelines and Five Constant Rules teach women to be virtuous and not to be jealous. She really can't stand the Three Cardinal Guidelines and Five Constant Rules. Sure enough, it is virtue for a woman to have no talent. She said softly: "I want to go back and see the jade."
Zhen, it’s a treasure.”
"Well. Just go back and see your brothers and sisters. When people are helpless, they will miss their relatives." Fu Jingheng put his hand on her spine and patted her gently, as if to comfort him, "Trident is not unkind to you, nor does it make things difficult for you.
Yours is mine. Be good, I am here."
You see, he knew she was helpless.
He knew he was making things difficult for her.
He said be good, he is here.
What exactly does he want from her? It must be fun to see her emotions fluctuate because of his words.
Wen Jin's nose felt sore for no reason, and she didn't want to cry like a pathetic creature in his arms, so she just held her breath and kept silent.
"You took the initiative to return the key to me. If you ask for it, I will return it to you. I am not stingy with women." Fu Jingheng seemed to be pulling out the pride and edge of her body, "If you want it,
It’s just gold and silver, whatever the numbers are, I’ll satisfy you. As long as you listen to me.”
His gentle comfort indeed made her vulnerable and gave her a sense of dependence, but she was also afraid that when he opened his arms, he would embrace a handful of thorns and prick her to pieces.
"I don't want gold or silver, I want your respect and trust, and I want us to go back to the past." Wen Jin's voice trembled, so she was just a woman who could spend money.
"Well. We can't go back to the past. From now on, we will only be bound by our bodies and nothing else. Jin, I am very satisfied with your body. I will not let you go until there is a replacement."
"It's getting late. You have to go to bed early tomorrow." Wen Jin realized that her hands were so painful when he was just a tool for comfort, and she struggled to get out of his arms, "and
Grandma said that she would stay with my brothers and sisters for a few more days in Xue Mansion. I'm going to leave now."
Wen Jin took a step forward.
"Just now..." Fu Jingheng suddenly said.
Wen Jin's back stiffened and he paused, "What?"
"She put it on accidentally. I didn't kiss her."
Fu Jingheng hugged her from behind. He hugged her tightly, as if he had loved her deeply.
She felt itchy at the base of her ear, and he lowered his thin lips, speaking softly, similar to an explanation. His short words were like stones hitting the lake, causing ripples.
Wen Jin's body softened and she leaned her back against his chest without moving. His steady heartbeat beat on her back. As if she was being held prisoner, she whispered: "Fu... I'm in so much pain. Why don't you give me a break?"
He killed me. He kept me, but he didn’t trust me. He was wary of me at all times. What should I do if he keeps me?”
"How to separate us? You understand how dependent I am on your body. I need to feed you when I have a headache. We cannot be separated."
"Fu Jingheng!..." Wen Jin called him out by name. He had a pathological possessiveness towards her, and she didn't know what to do.
"I will tell you what you are considering at the Huainan Inn." Fu Jingheng pinched her chin, looked at her gentle eyebrows, put his fingers on her girdle and tried to untie it. She needed someone to comfort her, and he needed her body.
, "Have you...considered it? I want you now."
Wen Jin's heart tightened. The familiar relationship between men and women made her feel a lot of guilt about the child in her belly. It was the first time she was pregnant, and she vaguely felt that she could not have sex while pregnant. She said softly: "No..."
"Wen... you can't escape it. Abort this child to prove your loyalty to me. If it dies, I may get along with you peacefully and try to ignore your last name."
"You still don't believe that you are the only man I have, and you don't believe that I am of the same mind as you."
"Hmm. I don't believe it." Fu Jingheng responded, "You are fifteen and hairpin, and I didn't fall in love with you on the first night. I didn't ask. It doesn't mean that I don't mind."
Wen Jin was powerless. She didn't lose virginity. A virgin should have lost love in her first virginity, but she didn't. Men all have virginity complexes. It's a pity that God was joking with her and gave her palace guard sand, but forgot to give her virginity.