As she moaned in pain, Qi Mo's movements also stopped, and he raised his head, his eyes hidden behind the iron-colored mask were dark and shiny, filled with a look-alike aura, looking at her motionless.
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Being so close, Zhong Qingye could almost see the crimson light that was constantly flickering in his eyes.
He suddenly realized what Qi Mo's next move would be, and instinctive fear filled his chest, and his heart beat uncontrollably. Although according to Qi Mo's words, the two of them had had sex several times, but every time
Aoba didn't have any consciousness when the incident happened.
In other words, this is her first time in a conscious state.
As long as you are a woman, you will be more or less afraid of that kind of first time. In your heart, will it hurt? Will it be uncomfortable? Every woman has this kind of emotion. Zhong Qingye is a woman, so of course she doesn't.
exception.
At this time, Qi Mo spoke, his voice hoarse due to the constant and strong hope, as low as the mute wind before the storm. "What's wrong?"
Zhong Qingye shrank instinctively, his cheeks were as hot as fire, glowing with a bright pink color, his eyes were like water, with a twinkling light, and his eyes were filled with fear, which gave him a rather pitiful look.
After being touched by Qi Mo, the color of her lips changed from the original light pink to an almost purple-red color. The center of her lips was even a little broken. She squirmed up and down twice, but she didn't notice anything showing in Qi Mo's eyes.
It was an invitation that was both welcoming and shy.
The light in his eyes flashed, like the light of a fire, and then extinguished in an instant, and the whole bottom of his eyes suddenly became dark.
"I...I'm injured..." Zhong Qingyecuo murmured, his watery eyes like Bambi's were pitifully staring at Qi Mo, and his long eyelashes trembled softly, as beautiful as a swallowtail butterfly
fluttering wings.
Qi Mo looked so "hungry" that it was almost hopeless for him to stop. However, her physical strength was not at the same level as Qi Mo's. In addition, she had lost too much blood in the past few days due to her galloping.
It is simply impossible to reject Qi Mo by force.
Now, Zhong Qingye only hopes that Qi Mo's conscience is still intact and he can stop tormenting her for the sake of her injury.
The girl under the robe showed her shy side in front of him for the first time. The tenderness and desire in Qi Mo's heart almost boiled and burst out violently. His voice became hoarse. The fingers that had penetrated the inside of the robe moved slightly, and gently
Gently brushing the wound on the back of her shoulder.
"Don't worry, I will pay attention."
He spoke in a hoarse voice. In one sentence, almost all Zhong Qingye's extravagant hopes were cut off. As he spoke, his big hand with distinct finger bones had already slipped down to his waist. His fingertips opened the buttons of his clothes with a familiar touch. He waved in the air, layer by layer.
The layers of clothes are like flying colorful butterflies, falling and swaying gently and leisurely.
"No!" Zhong Qingye screamed, grabbing Qi Mo's restless fingers, and his body wrapped in a thin layer shivered uneasily.
Qi Mo frowned slightly, but before he could speak, he heard the respectful voice of Red Eagle outside the carriage: "Your Majesty, are you ready to set off?"
Hongying's words instantly reminded Zhong Qingye, yes, they can't do it! This is on a carriage, what if someone breaks in?
Looking at Zhong Qingye's pupils that brightened for a moment, Qi Mo laughed softly. He didn't know what it meant. He just responded to Hong Ying casually, and Zhong Qingye heard Hong Ying's voice outside the carriage telling him to set off.
.
Qi Mo reached out and took off the mask that was in the way, and threw it away. The iron mask hit the rock wall of the carriage, making a slight sound, and fell to pieces.
That evil face, not much worse than Yelu Xie, was reflected in Zhong Qingye's pupils again, but now, she couldn't feel any admiration at all. After removing the mask, she could see the emotion in his eyes more clearly.
A wisp of emotion that wanted to engulf her whole body.
"We are on the carriage..." she said hurriedly, desperately trying to eliminate his desire: "No..."
Qi Mo looked at her, his dark eyes were like X-rays, as if they had penetrated all her excuses, he leaned down, kissed her softly and rubbed her broken lips, and the spray from the tip of his nose was full of emotion that made people blush and heartbeat.
breath.
"Little one, don't make excuses." He kissed and chuckled. "I told you, this carriage is specially made for you. Everything you can think of... I have thought of..."
Zhong Qingye's whole body froze, but Qi Mo's kiss had already heated up. As the corners of her lips gradually moved down, she licked and nibbled on her neck, and in an instant, large red strawberries were planted.
"What's wrong?" After being interrupted for the third time, Qi Mo's tone was obviously a little irritable. He raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw that he had been untied under his five fingers, and his wind-red bellyband was wrapped around his chest in layers.
The cloth wrapping has been slightly torn.
"I... don't feel well today..." Zhong Qingye threw out his last trump card, looking at him earnestly, saying that his aunt was here and Qi Mo couldn't continue.
"Uncomfortable?" Qi Mo suddenly smiled strangely, his pupils clearly flashing with evil light. Zhong Qingye, who was suppressed tightly under his body and kept rolling his eyes with a guilty conscience, felt soft in his heart for a moment.
Leaning down, he rested his whole body on her chest, listening to her chaotic heartbeat, but his fingers didn't stop at all. Before Zhong Qingye had time to react, he quickly peeled off the last layer of disguise from her body.
The fair skin on her chest was suddenly exposed to the air. Zhong Qingye screamed instinctively and reached out to hug him. Qi Mo quickly took off his single clothes, grabbed her hands around her chest, and smiled more than evilly.
.
He lowered his head and brought his lips close to her red lips, whispering between her lips and teeth: "Don't worry, how can I bear to make you uncomfortable as my husband?"
As he spoke, he suddenly pushed her legs apart, his waist sank violently, and thrust into her body fiercely like a sharp sword.
He has a monster-like face with a dark belly and a smile, and his smooth white jade-like skin is glowing with a pink color filled with emotion.
"Are you comfortable, ma'am?"
Zhong Qingye closed his eyes tightly, and his eyelashes trembled for a moment like butterfly wings on the verge of death. His eyebrows were knitted into a tight knot, and his face kept switching between red and pale. The thick foreign object that penetrated his body in an instant was nothing but tearing.
The pain was so painful that there was no comfort at all.