There is only one thing between husband and wife. Shi Yong had never eaten pork or seen pigs walking. How could he not hear what Zhao Yin meant? He just didn't expect that a man who had always been so cold that he seemed to be indifferent to the world would also say something dirty.

"I didn't expect that the Marquis would have such a rude moment..."

Shi Yong smiled and glanced at him, and Zhao Yin suddenly grabbed his chin.

"Um!"

She was about to open her mouth to speak, but the couch sank slightly, and Zhao Yin was already pressed on the couch.

The man lowered his head, staring at her slightly discolored red lips and pretty face like an abyss, and his emotions were indistinguishable.

Shi Yong stretched his body reflexively, his weak hands could not support his shoulders, and slowly hung down in his hot breath, his ten fingers tightly clamped the bedding, and his brows frowned slightly uncontrollably.

The two of them didn't speak, their breathing was entangled and their subtle expressions could not escape each other's eyes.

Zhao Yin's eyes swept over her slightly red eyes and the flushing on her cheeks. He suddenly raised his hand and pulled away the crabapple jade hairpin that she had just taken off the phoenix crown and tied it between her hair.

Tink!

The jade hairpin was thrown away by him and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Shi Yong's hair hanging down like a waterfall, spread on the pillow, soft as satin. Against the backdrop of the bright red couch, her thin and icy skin is shining, snowy and fragrant, and beautiful.

"Thank you, Marquis..."

Shi Yong said a little while and then he ended abruptly.

Because Zhao Yin did not give her a chance, her mouth was blocked.

He was so angry that he was completely different from the time when Emperor Ling took care of her pity for her and suppressed herself. He was ruthless and strong. It was better to say that he wanted to eat her than to kiss her.

There was a wind blowing outside the house at some point, and the wicks of the red candle flashed in the breeze.

Shi Yong had no time to speak, and his body was trembling in the man's inability to refuse, but suddenly felt a little courage from somewhere. He couldn't stand being so passive. He suddenly climbed on Zhao Yin's shoulder and raised his body, bit his arms, shoulders, and neck, then wrapped his rolling Adam's apple, bit him hard, and heard him gasping for pain, but he still refused to give up, and he exhaled like a calculus to respond to his madness.

No, he was even more fanatical and crazy than him. At this time, Shi Yong had his hair disheveled and his makeup was rich, like an alienated fairy. In the hot breath of a man, he merged all the dissatisfaction, resentment and emotions that were so strong that they could not be dissolved into this upside-down joyful tent.

"Shi Yong, this is you."

Zhao Yin's eyes gradually turned red, and there seemed to be a wild beast in his eyes.

The woman was so enthusiastic that she seemed to have practiced thousands of times, like a steel knife cutting him, a flame ignited in Zhao Yin's eyes, and a nearly out of control anger.

In the imperial tomb, her appearance of being soft and powerless in the first place was all pretending to deceive him. He believed it and couldn't bear to let her suffer a little, forcing herself to become an ascetic, suppressing her almost exploded desire, just to see her show her joy.

"I am me." Shi Yong knew what he was thinking, his eyes were filled with Qiushui, half open and half closed, looking at him with a bit of charm and mocking, "The Marquis did not know me on the first day, but this was the way he seduced you, and now it is the same. I have never deceived the Marquis, it is you who beautified me in his heart and deceived myself..."

She gasped and spoke in an uneven tone. In Zhao Yin's eyes, she was a little demon who was so vicious that she was so vicious that she drew his heart.

"snort!"

Zhao Yin brushed away the hair on her cheek and suddenly stood up.

Shi Yong felt relieved, thinking that he was going to give up, and subconsciously took back the leg that was almost broken by him. His knee accidentally brushed over Zhao Yin. He leaned slightly and looked at her coldly. He suddenly smiled and lowered his head and slapped her hips heavily. The lowering voice was impenetrable and snarl, or malicious ridicule.

"No hurry. I'm back soon."

Shi Yong's face quickly climbed up the hot red clouds.

Zhao Yin had already stood up indifferently, calmly picked up the two quilts she had discarded on the ground as usual, pulled down the red quilt, walked out slowly, covered the doors and windows again, and then turned back.

"I am worthy of being the commander of the Jinyiwei, and I am so careful in my own home..."

Shi Yong breathed a sigh of relief, and his spirit was damaged again.

"To put it nicely, you are meticulous and meticulous. To put it bluntly, you often do bad things, are you afraid that people will peek at the wedding night?"

Zhao Yin turned a deaf ear to her ridicule, bent down and pulled down the golden hook of the Xi tent, and looked back to see the woman lying lazy on the Xi quilt, her eyes were bright, and her demonic muscles were charming and her bones were not full, which was extremely pitying.

The night is cold, the lights are dark, the mandarin ducks are brocade, and the shadows are in pairs...

This is his woman, who belongs to him alone on his couch. Zhao Yin narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned down to cover her, staring at her wet, innocent and panicked eyes like a deer. The familiar heat wave rushed up to his back like a burn, stirring up his heart...

How could there be such a fickle woman?

To hurt him, laugh at him, mock him, to be so vicious. But as soon as he gets started, she can become innocent and pitiful, as if she is bullied by him. What’s funny is that even he himself will have such an illusion, wanting to hold people in his arms, coax them, and spoil them, so that she can laugh again...

Is this what she said about "looking for abuse"?

I don't know if it was angry or anxious, Zhao Yin's breathing became heavy. He pulled Shi Yong's wrist up and raised his head, pressed it heavily, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Do you want me to love you?"

"Hmm?" Shi Yong thought he heard it wrong.

"I can treat you well."

"……"Why?

Shi Yong's arm was broken and frowned in pain. His eyes were foggy, full of doubt. Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Yin's burning and hot breath had already fallen to his ears, and he said in a low voice: "I have never touched another woman, and I don't want to have trouble in the second half of my life. Change another one."

Shi Yong's heartstrings were slightly tense.

She knew that Zhao Yin was in love at this moment, but she didn't know why he said such things.

"What do you say this?" Shi Yong raised the corners of his lips, breathing tightly, but his smile did not diminish at all. "Is it a loss to think that he is clean and committed to me? If so, you can find ten or eight..."

Zhao Yin pressed her arm tightly, interrupting her sarcasm, and pressed her cold lips against her pretty nose, and said softly: "I don't care what you want, and I have any plans to get close to me, and I will put your thoughts away from you. I may think about the relationship between husband and wife and let it go."

I just wanted to kill her, so I will let it go?

"Sure enough, the man went to bed and promised to come out. When he got out of bed, he immediately refused to admit it when he lifted his pants." Shi Yong was talking about the experience she gained after seeing all the stories of the infatuated men and women in the world, but in Zhao Yin's ears, all she could think of was Zhao Huan.

"Shut up!" He lifted Shi Yong's slender waist with only his hand, "Don't compare me with him..."

Shi Yong realized this, but there were enough misunderstandings. She didn't even have any idea of ​​explanation, and she didn't want to use his moji again and again, and she solved it earlier and went to bed early. She struggled for a while, took her wrist from Zhao Yin's palm, held his neck without saying a word, and suddenly raised her head and kissed him, blocking his words.

His body was hot, and Shi Yong could even feel his trembling slightly when she kissed her.

Shi Yong did not pause, looked at his eyes and slowly reached to his waistband, and found that he was already as masculine as iron. He laughed softly and covered it up. Zhao Yin took a breath, pulled her wrist suddenly, and whispered in a low voice:

"Did you touch me?"

Shi Yong smiled hoarsely, and his breath was also very unstable.

"The spring night is short, why waste time? Marquis, you and I are not innocent boys, it would be boring to pretend like this."

"Shi Yong..." Zhao Yin trembled in her palm and gritted his teeth, "Do you woman know your shame?"

laugh!

Shame?

Shi Yong laughed.

"I thought the Marquis was a real man, but I didn't expect to be a hypocrite. On the wedding day, on the bed, it's natural for you and me to do anything. Could it be that you hope that I would be like those women in the boudoir who know nothing, pretending to be shy and want to refuse? I have pretended to be once in the imperial tomb and don't want to pretend again."

Which pot doesn't open, which pot,

She pricks him wherever he hurts.

Zhao Yin breathed softly, "You woman..."

"How?" Shi Yong thought of his past comments and said softly: "Cunning?"

"Viral!" Zhao Yin said softly, after her teasing test, he could no longer suppress his feelings. He kissed her soft lips in a strange and hurry, blocking her words.
Chapter completed!