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Zhao Wujiang gently covered his lips and kissed Xuanyuan Jing's moist lips.

Being so sneaky made his heart beat loudly, as if he was about to jump out of this body.

The sleeping beauty hummed, then her long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her autumn eyes.

First there was doubt and joy, and then there were waves of disbelief in his eyes.

"Hmm..." Xuanyuan Jingxing turned around and wanted to push Zhao Wujiang away in embarrassment.

Zhao Wujiang held Xuanyuan Jing's head with his left hand, hugged her delicate body with his right hand, and kissed her tightly.

Xuanyuan Jing struggled in the moans and pressed her hands on Zhao Wujiang's chest. Her mind went blank for a moment, and the hot breath seemed to melt her, as if telling her that if they are in love, why not let you pick it up?

?

But countless sober thoughts burst into her mind, telling her that she couldn't do it. The deeper the love, the more regret and pain she would have in the future.

She felt Zhao Wujiang's soft tongue. It was no longer the eloquent lotus flower that he used to talk with each other, but a real moistness and softness that was a little hard to resist.

She suddenly pushed Zhao Wujiang's chest away, their lips parted, and the silk threads were crystal clear.

Xuanyuan Jing gasped and her lips trembled. She wanted to scold, scold, or say something, but when the words came to her mouth, only silence turned into a blush, which dyed her pretty face even more annoying.

My heart trembles when I see it.

Zhao Wujiang was pushed to the ground and laughed happily. He soon started coughing, as if he had chest tightness and shortness of breath, and was suffering from serious illness before he recovered.

Xuanyuan Jing frowned, put on a worried look, leaned forward, and said in a worried tone:

"Are you okay?"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wujiang stopped coughing, hugged her tightly and brought her into his arms.

"Let me go!"

Xuanyuan Jing was ashamed and annoyed, knowing that she had been deceived by Zhao Wujiang. She wanted to get up, but was tightly clamped by Zhao Wujiang's big hands. She struggled desperately, and unknowingly, the bandage surrounding Fengyue, who had a big heart, began to loosen.

Zhao Wujiang felt that Xuanyuan Jing, who was struggling in his arms, became strangely quiet for a moment, and then he felt a full and soft touch on his chest. Although it was through the fabric of his clothes, he could feel the heat.

His heart suddenly became agitated, his mind was galloping, and the strong points on his crotch seemed to be rising.

Xuanyuan Jing, who was pointed at a gun, did not dare to move any more. Instead, he looked stern and gritted his teeth and said fiercely:

"If you don't let me go, I will..."

She was suddenly speechless. It seemed that there was nothing that could threaten Zhao Wujiang. She could only be embarrassed and stammered:

"I will... pay no attention to you anymore..."

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and hugged Xuanyuan Jing so tightly. The softness in his heart was about to be filled. He gradually let go of his hand, but the person in his arms seemed not to notice and still cuddled against him.

The two of them just lay there, not talking anymore, and seemed to be enjoying the long-lost physical and mental tranquility.

It has nothing to do with romance.

A cup of tea is both long and short for two people.

Xuanyuan Jing stood up silently, holding on to Zhao Wujiang's chest. Her beautiful eyes trembled, but she finally said nothing.

Just as she was about to step out of the house, she suddenly woke up that her disguise was no longer there. She hurriedly searched for it. When she found it on the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief. She glared at the smiling Zhao Wujiang, then put on the mask and walked out of the side room.

door.

When she came to the front room of the palace, there was a stove in the room, but she felt a little cold.

The soup was simmering on the small red clay stove, and the lid of the pot was slurping at the moment.

Xuanyuan Jing looked dazed, with a slight smile on his lips, but the slight frown made the smile a bit far-fetched.

The beauty frowned, worried, and sighed.
Chapter completed!