Roujia leaned in his arms, and his breath was full of masculine masculinity. She shed warm tears at some point. The tears wet his clothes on his shoulders, but she was still ignorant. Her hands instinctively hugged him tightly. At this moment, from the blue to the yellow spring, her only wish was to hold hands with him for a lifetime and not to separate for a moment.

I had guessed how many kinds of words he would say to him. At the end of this word, I just hoped that he could help him and asked Queen Ling about the whereabouts of the imperial seal. But I never expected that in his heart, he just wanted these things for himself.

"Young Master, actually I..."

As soon as she raised her cheek, the rest of her words were sealed by his lips. In this long and lingering kiss, she almost lost all her strength and could only fall weakly in his arms. Gradually, all her thoughts turned into kites with broken strings.

She leaned on him powerlessly, like a weak vine, climbing to the solid and strong tree beside her. His heat was enough to melt all the remaining ice in her heart, and a faint salty smell gradually flowed in the corners of her mouth.

Suddenly it seemed like he was flying in the air and was picked up by him. Then he walked a few steps to the wide agarwood bed. The two of them were kissing and rolling in the brocade quilt under the gauze tent. He seemed tireless, kissing and touching every inch of her skin patiently and meticulously.

The light lotus-colored bedclothes were gradually peeling off layer by layer, and her body was exposed in the cold air of the autumn night. With his warmth, she could quietly wait for everything unknown to come. But his patience was endless. He was obviously hugging and kissing so hard, but he always controlled his last **.

Sometimes he could hear several vague calls from his lips and teeth, but he called her name and said infinitely affectionately: "Chuchu, Chuchu..."

She stretched out her hand to wrap her around his neck and inadvertently said to him with charming eyes: "Young Master..."

The voice was filled with an unspeakable temptation and invitation. It was almost a scoop of fresh oil poured on the flames, burning the entire curtain like a firework. He trembled violently for a while, but then he decisively kissed him deeply again. He didn't let go until she felt that she could no longer breathe.

The two of them looked at each other, and Roujia read from his eyes a kind of fire-like fiery repressed. She reached out to touch his half-naked chest, and slowly touched his waist in a shy trembling and hesitation, and said softly and charmingly: "Young Master, in fact, as long as you like, I am willing..."

I thought he would smile as he wished, but I didn't expect that after a moment of tangled struggle and choice, the flames that were burning in his eyes gradually dimmed. The next moment, he had already pulled the silk quilt beside him and gently covered her. He took a deep breath and said hoarsely: "It's getting late, let's take a break soon!"

As he said that, he turned around and blew out the candlelight on the bedside table. The room suddenly slid into the dark silence, and he quietly placed his arm on the back of his neck. Roujia felt a little confused.
Chapter completed!