Jimo murmured, lowered his head and kissed the hair on her temples, but Jian Yao couldn't stop her tears and kept flowing: "Jimo, if you didn't run away, maybe we wouldn't have to go through so many twists and turns, right?

?"

"Jian Yao..."

Jimo could no longer control himself this time and kissed him uncontrollably. In a trance, several years of time instantly went back. The flames that had long been extinguished in the ice bloomed quietly. The arrow-like passion struck Jimo's heart. He often dreamed of it at midnight.

The person who looks back on the day and night, the blooming beauty in his eyes is like the most brilliant Jianan flower blooming in Nanyang, sighing like a groan, he hugged her tightly...

Holding his strong waist tightly, Jian Yao gently nibbled Jimo's broad shoulders. The scene of having sex with Feng Xie cruelly jumped out of his trance. His hoarse and deep voice kept echoing in his ears.

ask:

"Girl, don't you regret it later? You won't regret it later..."

Jian Yao tilted her head, clenched her hands into fists and stuffed them into her mouth. Everything she could see was bright red brocade, gold ribbons, flying dragons and phoenixes, a beaded corolla on the bedside, and a white jade phoenix hairpin. Feng Xie's smile seemed to come closer and farther away, she thought.

She stretched out her hand to grab him, but what she grabbed was Concubine Shu's white and tender hand. Half of the pillow cover was wet with tears. Jian Yao cried out. Jimo shook heavily, stopped his passion, and looked at Jian Yao's soaked face.

Jimo sighed heavily:

"Jian Yao, I will wait until you are willing!"

When you are willing? Jian Yao turned sideways and buried his face in the soft brocade quilt. There is only that person in the world...only him...

The thin green gauze tent was slightly fluttered by the breeze. Clear smoke rose from the incense burner, and the light fragrance filled the whole room. Fengqi Palace was still as cold as ever, just like her face...

Feng Xie was lying on the couch by the window. His drooping fingers were like bamboo knots, tightly clasping the wine jar. The blue blood vessels on the back of his hands were slightly bulging. His long golden hair was hanging in threes and twos under the couch.

.Looking up, the moonlight pours down from the window lattice, soft, clear, pure and quiet, like thousands of fireflies flying around, turning into mist and smoke.

In the confusion, there was her figure on the soft silk quilt in front of me. The red wedding robe was eye-catching and enchanting, and her skin was as radiant as fat. The belt was tied casually around her slender waist, loosely, and her graceful lines came down from her neck.

Until the raised collarbone on the chest. Looking down further, you can see the snow-white cleavage...

Feng Xie felt hot and hot in his lower abdomen. That scene was on their wedding night, but now it appeared in front of him like a mirage. What did it want to say? He stood up and walked to the bed. Feng Xie's strong body fell down heavily, and the

The phantom was crushed to pieces, and her arms stretched out between the quilts, filled with the familiar fragrance of her body.

"Girl..."

He murmured, and his fingers touched the cold hardness under the pillow. He stood up and looked at it, but it was the intact circle with a light blue halo under the moon.

"...Do you really want to leave...really...can't we be together..."

Feng Xie's face was buried in the quilt again, and the bracelet in his hand was held tightly by him, trembling in the slightly cold air. What should he do? Dote on her or neglect her? Feng Xie

I didn't expect that a moment of impatience would make her leave like this. Maybe... maybe she won't leave until he takes the concubine, right? If so, he will guard her as long as she can come back, even if he is still indifferent
Chapter completed!