Junhou nodded very simply and said, "Let others talk about it, just think that I have been dead long ago. Junhou is just a disguised identity for me, and I actually have a name."

Wu Xuanming was always curious about Junhou’s true identity. He immediately became excited when he heard Junhou’s intention to confess: “I think you should change back to your true self, Junhou should just treat it as a past.”

Queen Jun’s true identity is from the island country, and she was born in the prominent Fujiwara family. In terms of family generation, she should also be Fujiwara’s beautiful grandmother.

When Wu Xuanming learned all this from Junhou, he was shocked. He was reluctant to believe that this female soldier king who dominated the Chinese agent team was really a person from an enemy country. In terms of merit, she did do a lot of good things for China, and in terms of merit, she also made several influential figures miserable for the rest of her life.

"Do you still remember your family's bloodline relatives?" Wu Xuanming planned to ask clearly and let Junhou have a home. If he really has nowhere to stay, he could send her back to the island country to recognize his ancestors.

"The impression is very vague. I only remember that my original name is Fujiwara Kasui." Junhou was only six years old when he left the island country, so she no longer remembered what happened before she was six years old.

"If you want, please check it out for you another day, and you may find the descendants of your family." Wu Xuanming felt that this queen and Yumei Fujiwara were somewhat similar. Perhaps this queen might be Yumei Fujiwara's aunt.

"Thank you, it's no longer important to regain your ancestors. I just want to find a quiet place to be peaceful in my old age." When Jun Hou spoke, he leaned his head tightly on Wu Xuanming's shoulder, and her hands also tied Wu Xuanming's arms tighter.

Wu Xuanming has lost himself a little at this moment because the beauty beside him is so striking. "As long as I am still alive for one day, I guarantee that no one will hurt you." This is also the condition that Wu Xuanming once promised several elders, and it is also a good deed that he thinks he should do. If this queen loses the care of the world, she will definitely go to another extreme, and then it will probably be another unbearable memory.

Junhou suddenly turned over and sat on Wu Xuanming's body, which made Wu Xuanming a little at a loss. At this time, Junhou was already affectionate, his eyes were full of ambiguous expressions, and his slightly red face was a little shy: "If I don't want you to take responsibility, will you accept me?" Junhou said and plunged into Wu Xuanming's arms and hugged Wu Xuanming's waist tightly.

What could Wu Xuanming say at this time? How could he not accept a gift when facing such a peerless beauty?

Queen Jun may be too lonely or in need of physical comfort. She took the initiative to rub Wu Xuanming with her huge chest, and her jade hands began to fumble Wu Xuanming's neck out of control, and then rhythmically tried to Wu Xuanming's chest.

Wu Xuanming became a little passive because he was riding on Junhou, and his hands began to respond to Junhou's skirt and groped on Junhou's back.

Junhou's skin was very delicate and smooth, which made Wu Xuanming's hands feel a little weak. Every time he climbed to a high place, he suddenly slipped down, and it happened to fall in Junhou's crotch. Only this place could barely allow his hands to leverage again. After climbing again and again, Wu Xuanming finally felt that he used his hands to knead the skin that was not much on Junhou's back.

Every time the kneading caused Jun Hou to moan, and Wu Xuanming felt a sense of accomplishment again and again.

"You once peeked at my elder sister's body, and now I want to give you some good appreciation." Jun Hou tried hard to break free from Wu Xuanming's arms, and then looked at Wu Xuanming with his white skirt. The white skirt began to slide down from Jun Hou's shoulders, as if it was revealed. I soon saw the huge chest weapon in Jun Hou's bra. Wu Xuanming couldn't help swallowing hard, and his hands were also secretly wiggling how to start to feel satisfied.

When the skirt continued to slide down to Junhou's navel, Wu Xuanming couldn't help swallowing again, and his eyes were staring at the scenery that might appear next, as if they were about to spit fire.

Finally, Wu Xuanming had completely forgotten himself at this time, and together he hugged his perfect body, which was only left with his bra and underwear.

"Boy, don't be in a hurry. I'm at the bottom. You can't get close to me with your clothes." Junhou said and began to unbutton Wu Xuanming.

Wu Xuanming really couldn't believe that he would have such a day, and he didn't dare to think that he would hold such a top-notch woman in his arms.

Jun took off Wu Xuanming's clothes and kissed Wu Xuanming's body from top to bottom with his warm lips, as if she was very experienced. Such actions made Wu Xuanming feel that the woman in front of him should have experienced many men.

Wu Xuanming didn't care whether such a woman was innocent or not. He just wanted to conquer this top-notch woman as soon as possible. He felt that if he conquered such a woman, he would feel more accomplished than conquering a legion. At that time, he would also ridicule those veterans who had been placed under this woman's skirt but had never even touched her hair.

Wu Xuanming stepped forward and picked up Junhou, then turned around and pressed her on the sofa. The bed was originally three meters away, but he felt as far away as 100,800 miles away. Only the sofa in front of him was closest and the most convenient.

I don’t know if it was because Wu Xuanming was too anxious, but when he leaned down, Jun Hou seemed to be a little overwhelmed.

Wu Xuanming had thick hands and feet, and had no reason to respond to the other party's feelings. He played with the huge sphere with both hands. His tongue seemed to have found a nest and quickly sneaked into the other party's Xiangtan. When the two hot tongues were entangled together, Wu Xuanming's body also reacted suddenly.

"Ah...!" Junhou seemed to be a little uncomfortable and resisted Wu Xuanming's wanton kneading. Her hands were squeezing and pinching Wu Xuanming's back, and even her nails had almost penetrated into Wu Xuanming's skin.

Wu Xuanming just felt a burst of heart-wrenching pain on his back, but he didn't worry. He just kept kneading and stirring the pool of water in his fragrant lips with his tongue. At this time, he wouldn't care even if someone stabbed him with a knife.
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