Zhong Yuxi sat in front of his desk and carefully looked through the handwriting he had written in the past few days. His handwriting was very beautiful and had a completely different style from Xuanyuan Ye.
She traced it twice with her fingers. Xiaofeng had already walked over while wiping her hair and stood behind her for a while. She turned around and asked, "How do you pronounce this word?"
"簟, diàn."
He twisted her nose: "I must send you to school, you little illiterate."
Zhong Yuxi said confidently: “Chinese character culture is vast and profound, so it’s understandable that you don’t recognize some characters.”
"I'm afraid you only know a few words." He held his chin thoughtfully: "Thanks to your father for giving you such a weird name, how hard will it take for you to remember these three words?
"
Zhong Yuxi stood up with a cry. Although her nose only reached his chest, she still said aggressively: "Xuanyuan Xiaofeng, you can insult me, but you cannot insult the culture of our motherland."
"Then how should I insult you, huh? Little illiterate."
Zhong Yuxi raised her fist: "I can recite a lot of poems."
"Then recite the song and listen to it." He folded his arms and looked at her calmly.
Zhong Yuxi straightened her back and opened her mouth: "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every particle of the meal is hard work."
Xiaofeng clapped her hands: "Good poem, good poem."
She was obviously laughing, but Zhong Yuxi looked like she was mocking her.
She punched him in the chest and said, "Ignore you, you bastard."
She turned to leave, but he suddenly hugged her from behind, his warm face pressed tightly against her neck, muttering as if to himself: "Xixi, what should I do without you?!
"
Zhong Yuxi was angry: "Who drove me away and wanted me to get away as far away as possible?"
He frowned.
"What else can I say? I am not the most important thing to him at all, and I am not enough to make him give up everything."
His brows furrowed even more.
"I'm going to find Xuanyuan Ye now, huh."
"You dare."
"Why don't I dare?"
"Okay, let's see if you have the strength to get out of this door."
She screamed, and was picked up. After a moment of shaking, her back was pressed against the dark black bed.
He leaned down, held her hands with both hands and pressed them on the side of her head.
"Let me go, you pervert."
"Pervert?" He obviously couldn't accept the term right away. He lowered his head and looked at her: "How do I look like a pervert?"
"It looks like the whole body."
"Oh? Really? Since I've been called a pervert, I can't take advantage of this title. I'll be a complete pervert today."
He covered her whole body, biting her lower lip and sticking his tongue in, seducing her into a warm and slippery clove and sucking wildly for a while. Her mouth was tightly blocked by his tongue, and her small nostrils were widened.
Breathing was not smooth, and the whole person struggled, and the body became tighter due to the struggle.
Seeing that she was about to faint, he let go of her swollen little mouth and turned to her softness that was rising and falling due to the big breath. His big hand covered her mouth and the other one that he had no time to pay attention to, and he kneaded it hard with his hot palm.
Yu Xi woke up slightly from the lack of oxygen just now. She listened to his ambiguous moans when he swallowed. She felt his tongue wrap around the top of her body, bite it slightly, and rub it with his hands, causing waves of numbness.
Spread out, this body has already developed a very keen sense for him under his training. As long as he flirts a little, she will lose her armor. This feeling is really... shameful.
She turned her head away, buried her face into the white pillow, and bit her lip to prevent herself from moaning.
He tortured her for a long time, but no movement was seen from below.
She couldn't help but automatically bent her legs and wrapped them around his waist, twisting.
This most direct invitation made the man who was deliberately torturing him unable to bear it anymore. He lowered his head and bit her red and swollen mouth fiercely. He pulled his whole body up and hit her hard. She had been waiting for this for a long time.
Even though his mouth was sealed, he still moaned.
"Well...well..."
He let go of her mouth and let her moan/moan.
"Call my name!" He moved vigorously, sending himself to the deepest point every time, grinding her, and then pulled out to the entrance, and rushed in with force. The heat became more and more swollen with the friction, and she gradually couldn't bear it.
She burst into tears, calling his name, hoping he would end it soon.
"Wind...um...wind..."
"Say you love me..." He whispered in her ear during the last few rapid thrusts.
"I love you..." She couldn't stand his torture, no matter what he said, she would agree.
Although he knew that her mind was completely blank now, and she probably didn't even know what she said, but hearing it in his ears still made him excited.
"Who do you love? Huh?" He hesitated.
She moaned in a low voice and swayed her body, "Xixi loves Xiaofeng."
"Say it again."
"Xixi loves Xiaofeng, Xixi loves Xiaofeng the most..."
He was finally satisfied, and held her waist tightly. With a low growl, he buried himself deeply inside again, and the hot liquid spurted powerfully. She cried and screamed, trembling, and fainted in bliss.
past.
When Zhong Yuxi woke up, she was already fragrantly wrapped in someone's arms and completely naked.
It seemed that after every session, he was the one who helped her take a bath. She frowned because he was always tormenting her to the point where she was so weak that she just wanted to get on the big bed and sleep until midnight.
Although he was asleep, his brows were still slightly wrinkled.
She stretched out her hand to smooth them gently, raised her head and pressed a light kiss there.
It was like a dream. At this time last night, she was still in Yingguo, but when she turned around, she was already lying quietly beside him.
She was able to enter the palace so smoothly thanks to the wise and tolerant King. He saw the knot in his son's heart and knew that only Zhong Yuxi could untie it, so he granted her permission to enter and leave the palace at will.
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She leaned her body closer to him and looked at his shoulders exposed outside the quilt. Every muscle was clearly textured, as if it contained infinite strength. Her fingers traced his steely lines with warmth.
, from the chin to the shoulders to the perfect chest muscles, and finally to the strong lower abdomen.
Just when he was about to pull it back with satisfaction, he was held by a big hand.
When did he wake up, he opened his blurred eyes and looked at her with lust.
It was too late for her to pretend to close her eyes. He took her hand and slowly moved it down, directly to his erect desire.
"You can touch it as much as you want." He said teasingly.
"No." She denied.
"No? That hand was very dishonest just now."
Experience tells her that when faced with such a dangerous man, she must not take action. The consequences of doing so will be...
He tormented her until midnight before she fell asleep again.
While he was asleep, Zhong Yuxi got up with difficulty and got dressed.
Although this is the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart, her blatant entry and exit might cause bad repercussions, so she must go home.
It was thanks to Mu Nan's help that she went back in the middle of the night. He found a car for Zhong Yuxi and escorted her back.
Zhong Yuxi took out her key and opened the door. It was so late, she was afraid of disturbing Father Zhong, so she opened the door and tiptoed in without turning on the light. After taking two steps, the hall suddenly became brightly lit, and she looked into the living room.
, the key in his hand fell to the floor with a clatter.