The autumn rain was blown by the wind and kept sweeping against the moon window, making a pattering sound. Gradually, the rain stopped, and night shrouded the entire quiet courtyard.
The closed green gauze was suddenly opened by a slender hand, Fu Cang picked up the crow green robe on the ground and put it on, and went barefoot to make tea again. When she came back with the tea table, Princess Dragon also put on the robe, like satin. His long hair was gathered around his shoulders, and he lay on the quilt with his calves raised, slowly picking at the moiré pattern on his sleeves.
She suddenly narrowed her eyes and stared at him very unfriendlyly, and said softly and coldly: "You are too naughty."
Relying on her own injuries, she couldn't push or earn, all because she was too soft-hearted. Strange, she had always been hard-hearted, but when she met him, everything changed.
Fu Cang didn't answer, just poured a cup of tea and handed it to her lips, Xuan Yi drank half of the cup in distaste, then pushed his hand away, she was quite energetic, but was pained and tired by his malicious behavior , couldn't help suppressing a yawn with his sleeve, opened the quilt and got in, unceremoniously sleeping in the middle, and told him proudly by the way: "Close the tent, I'm going to sleep."
Fu Cang still didn't speak, drank a cup of tea by herself, opened the gauze curtain and wanted to go to bed, she immediately pressed the quilt firmly: "The bed is mine."
Don't even think about getting up, just sleep on the futon by yourself!
Fu Cang looked at her, stepped from her body into the bed obediently, lifted the quilt, took her squirming body into his arms, and looked down at her slightly red lips, which were bitten by him. Some. He slowly brushed her messy long hair back, picked up the golden ring that fell in the corner, stroked it for a while, and then gently put it on the nanmu cabinet next to the bed.
The body in his arms was probably still concerned about his injuries, and it didn't struggle as soon as it got close, but after a while it seemed to lose its bones, relying on his arms like a cat.
The hatred that was lingering in his chest has gradually faded away, and the regret has gradually surfaced. At first, he just wanted to beat and reprimand, but because of the impulsiveness, she was probably in severe pain, trembling all the time, and forced a cry don't say anything.
Facing her, he always has those vicious sides to be tossed out.
Xuan Yi was resting on his arm, wanting to sleep or not. Seeing his long black hair falling in front of her face, she twisted a lock and ran across his exposed collarbone at his loose neckline like running water. The itching and sweetness made Fu Cang's heart beat faster, he suddenly pressed her hand, interlaced with her fingers.
Her expression was as lazy as her body, and she suddenly called him softly: "Senior Brother Fu Cang, are those fairy apricot flowers in the garden still blooming?"
Fu Cang has reached the point where she can follow her thoughts without even thinking about it: "It has bloomed twice in these years, and it will take thousands of years to bloom next time."
It will take so long, she has a regretful look in her eyes, the scenery over there is really nice.
Fu Cang kissed her lightly on the forehead: "I'll have time to watch in the future, I'm afraid you'll get tired of seeing it."
She looked at him curiously and clearly, as if she was asking why she had so much time to watch, but there was a slight smile on his face, but he didn't respond to her curiosity.
Fu Cang looked at her approaching clear and charming face, his dark eyes were rarely hesitant, he paused for a while before asking in a low voice: "Are you... still in pain?"
The alluring crimson climbed up her neck again, she narrowed her eyes, but her tone was very cold: "Why does Zhuyin hurt?"
...What does this have to do with Zhuyin?
Fu Cang lifted the hem of her robe, originally just to see if she was injured, but when her palm touched her leg, she froze again, and kept hiding under the quilt, blocking him for a long time. The robe was loosened all of a sudden, and he simply pressed his back and refused to hide, completely ignoring her kicking legs, and touched her most defenseless and delicate place with his fingertips. She clutched his neckline tightly, and her toes continued to struggle against the quilt.
Does it still hurt? Fu Cang kissed her on the face like comforting and seductive, she really shouldn't be reckless and rough with such a soft and slender body.
Her breathing gradually became rapid, her brows were slightly frowned, and a layer of blurred water suddenly appeared in her eyes, and she pushed him hard with both hands as if she no longer cared whether he was injured or not.
The feeling of fingers became soft and greasy, so it was not pain, Fu Cang hung his head and licked her lips.
Seemingly realizing that it was useless to hide under the quilt, Xuan Yi hid upwards like in the beginning. He didn't try to stop him, clasped his willow-like waist, bit open the neckline with his teeth, and kissed her chest, along her ribs. The time went down, almost lifting her up, and the fiery breath sprayed on her abdomen.
Xuan Yi suddenly hugged his head, she was already covered with dragon scales, she would not feel pain at all, but she really felt a slight burning pain on the skin kissed by him, this slight itching pain Make her swoon. She wanted him to stop, but she didn't seem to want him to stop instinctively. He was so pleasing to her, calling out something in her deepest that only he could do.
The bare legs had already hooked his body, drawing him seductively towards her. She probably finally lost to the dragon's instinct, and couldn't help obeying his teasing movements, making a charming voice that she had never heard before, and suddenly curled up again, holding his face tightly with both hands, pressing her forehead Stick it on it and call him: "Senior Brother Fu Cang."
Fu Cang turned over to hold her down, bowed his head and kissed her deeply, their bodies were entangled together, and their limbs were also entangled together.
She is ready, don't run away this time.
Want more, give her more. Xuan Yi subconsciously clenched his shoulders, unwillingly chasing after the lips he was trying to leave, and finally fell for him completely, the deep provocation made the root of her tongue numb. The body is so heavy, he is invading her forcefully and irresistibly, just like he is irresistibly entangled like a hurricane, dragging her into the hurricane again~www..com~ The world is spinning and fascinated.
She let out a sigh like choking or admitting defeat, she seemed to be broken, a kind of joy that made her almost crazy seized her, and in his intermittent kisses, trembling and shivering with the violent rhythm he controlled.
Fu Cang clasped her waist and turned over to sit up, raised his head and kissed her trembling eyelashes, and whispered words that only she could understand. The dark clouds dispersed, and the frosty moonlight illuminated the hazy green gauze. Her hair seemed to be shining, and her jade-like skin seemed to emit a faint snowy light. The green gauze was swaying again and again. The two long robes She had already slipped to the ground again, she entangled him softly like a vine, and the crystal sweat fell on the bridge of his nose.
Xuan Yi couldn't remember what he answered to his words, the deep and bone-piercing ecstasy was waiting for her, only he could give it to her, in heaven and earth, only he could give it to her.
Fu Cang grabbed her arms, wrapped them around himself, and tightly hugged her trembling slender body with his powerful arms.
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