"What's the hurry? I haven't started yet."

The man behind him calmly said slowly.

Su Wanrong bit her lower lip, and could only blush her face and close her eyes tightly, and she continued to wait.

In imagination, there is still a huge gap with reality. Su Wanrong originally thought that the most intimate things had been done, but there was no way to apply medicine like this. After enduring it, it would pass. It seems very simple.

But, even though she was lying on the couch in the same position last night, her eyes were blurred in tears and she let him do it in such a breath. But it was so dark that she was always more at ease. How could she be like now?

It was sunny and the surroundings were very bright. She just lay on the imperial concubine's couch. There was such a tall and burly man in the narrow place. It suddenly became very crowded. The air in the inhaled nose suddenly seemed to become much hotter. She lifted the hem of her skirt, like a fat sheep at slaughter, and then let the man buryed there beside her waist and looked at it carefully.

Even though she turned her back to him, she couldn't see the man's expression. She seemed to be able to feel the man's hot and hot gaze, staring at her with a deep grace. Her cheeks were also hot, so hot that they were almost smoking.

Until the man's rough and dry palm held her slender and sensitive waist in the palm of his palm, and rubbed it twice as if nothing had happened. Su Wanrong knew that the man was about to start, so he held his breath and didn't even dare to breathe.

The cool and smooth ointment was pushed open little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little

She wanted to hide, but her waist was firmly held by him and her calf was pressed by him. She could not do anything except twisting her chest and abdomen meaninglessly.

He flew around randomly and failed to avoid the man's big hand, but instead ignited the fire in the man's eyes. The fire became more and more intense, making the man's voice hoarse.

"Don't move, I don't want to hurt you." Yinmang patted her buttocks warningly, and said in a low voice.

Is it because I hurt her? Is it because I can't apply medicine to her properly, or it means something else.

The man's actions were too suggestive, and Su Wanrong instantly understood what he meant.

Her whole body was stiff. Although she was unbearable, she really didn't dare to move.

The process of applying medicine is still long and unbearable.

Su Wanrong maintained the same posture, moving and lying on the imperial concubine's collapse without moving. Her pretty face was flushed, her teeth bit her lips, and her ten slender jade fingers tightly held the pillow. The sweat from the palm of her hand soaked the satin pillow surface soaked the surface of the pillow.

"Isn't it okay yet? Why are you so slow?"

Her tone was trembling, her voice was helpless and fragile, and she sounded like she was about to cry.

Su Wanrong was lying on the couch and enduring the torture. Yinmang, who was kneeling underneath, was not feeling well at this moment. His tough and dark face was flushed and his breath became a little turbid. He heard the little girl's tender voice urging for more than twenty times, and his blood was running around, but he still said in a hard voice, "Why are you anxious! Can you hurry to apply medicine?"

Su Wanrong can say that she regrets it too much.

If she asked her to choose again, she would rather be in pain than a man to apply medicine to her. However, the water splashed out from the words she said was no longer a turnaround, so she could only hold back her shame and pretend that the man who was kneeling in front of the imperial concubine at this time was not the man, but her maid Yicui or Ningxiang.

But, this is nothing more than deceiving oneself.

Whether it was Yi Cui or Ning Xiang, there would not be so many swelling calluses on his fingertips. The breathing sound would not be as heavy as a man. It made Su Wanrong feel frightened and she wanted to try to ignore it.

After finally applying the medicine, Su Wanrong's face was blushing and blood dripped. Yinmang himself was not much better. Sweat wet his back, and a few drops of sweat dripped down his forehead. He stared at her, raised his arm and rudely applied it.

Su Wanrong was stared at Yinmang's black eyes, and subconsciously swallowed a saliva.

The man had already turned over and folded it on her body. With his hands stretched out, his soft waist was blocked by his long arms. With a thin layer of clothes, his skin could feel the scorching from his strong chest, as if it was hotter than boiling water.

"Wanwan..."

The man tightened his arms, which were as if cast in steel bars, and pressed the little girl's soft body against him without leaving a gap. His big palm squeezed towards her tight back and gently patted her.

"Wanwan..."

He lowered his head, approached her ear and murmured her name again. He said hoarsely: "Wanwan, I feel so uncomfortable now. Please give me a hug, just like last night. Let me be a hug..."

Su Wanrong didn't want to think about how the man hugged her last night. The man bit her ear and gasped and said some shameless words.

Su Wanrong was both ashamed and angry, and her face turned red. When he held the back of her head, kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally sealed her lips and teeth. Su Wanrong trembled and squeezed for a long time before she could vaguely say:

"You...you go down. I'm now, I can't do it now..."

The little girl was still injured. Yinmang, who had just applied medicine to her, knew the most clearly. The current situation was indeed unstoppable. But what Yinmang thought was that even if he didn't take the last step, rub the layers and steal a little incense.

Just as I was about to continue to coax, a messy and rapid footsteps sounded outside the bedroom. I heard Li Deyun shouting in a sharp voice:

"Oh hey! Miss Meiji, that's the Queen's Fengyi Palace, and the idle people can't wait to enter! And Your Majesty is still inside now. If you go in like this, Your Majesty must not blame the misunderstanding on the miscellaneous family again..."
Chapter completed!