Jiang Qing returned to the dormitory after taking a bath, her face was as red as if she was drunk, her whole body was slightly tipsy, and she seemed like she couldn't even open her eyes.
However... the strangeness in the bedroom made her open her red lips and even her eyes widened a little.
The slowly glowing red candle illuminates the entire dormitory, just like when a folk couple is getting married.
Walking inside and entering the compartment, everything in the bedroom looked new, bright and dazzling.
The bed has been remade, and now it is a bright red satin bedding embroidered with the Golden Girl. There seems to be some lotus seeds and peanuts sprinkled on the bright red sheets...
The only thing she was familiar with was that on the tent hook, her and the emperor's sachets were placed close together, like tokens of love.
The emperor had also changed into his pajamas and was sitting at the round wooden table. When he looked at her, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Qing moved over almost in small steps. She knelt beside the bed and reached out to pick up those hard objects that could sting people. She didn't dare to look back and said to herself: "I'm almost asleep, why are you still putting these down?"
Where are the things?”
Until she found a piece of clean white silk on the bed that barely had the word "囍" written clearly on it.
She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered what this piece of white silk was used for. She immediately threw out the peanuts, longan, lotus seeds, etc. she picked up in her hand, and the bed became a mess again.
"Are you ready?" the emperor asked, seeming to stand up.
"alright."
Like a frightened little rabbit, Jiang Qing suddenly sat on the edge of the bed, trying to block the emperor's sight with her body.
Her cover-up look is simply cute and cute. Her long hair is hanging down, and her thin pajamas cannot cover her exquisite body. When she moves slightly, it's like a breeze blowing through the corners of her clothes, and her curves are alluring.
The emperor came over and Jiang Qing fell back in fright. The emperor put his arms around her waist and carried her to the head of the bed.
Then he took the white silk cloth and tidied it up, put all the lotus seeds and peanuts around it, and while tidying it up, he said: "If you don't tidy it up, I'll hit you later."
When he finished speaking, he had almost finished packing. He rolled up the silk cloth, hugged the pile of things, and threw it on the soft couch by the window with a "snap".
Jiang Qing looked at this scene, a trace of mist flashed in her red eyes, and the blush on her cheeks was hot, but she didn't care, she just stood up quickly and helped put down the tent.
The emperor clasped his hands on her waist, looked at her movements, and asked in a low voice: "Are you afraid?"
Jiang Qing's body trembled for a while, she must be afraid...but she should be more nervous.
She shook her head and insisted on putting down the tent on the other side as well.
In the summer, the gauze curtain is inherently transparent, reflecting the candlelight, which makes it seem to be hiding something.
With an ambiguous blush, she looked at the two sachets next to each other on the tent hook, and her body felt hot little by little.
Her cousin put his arm around her waist, held her in his arms and kissed her. She closed her eyes, her body was soft and weak, but she couldn't help but think that they were in love with each other.
The emperor looked down at Jiaojiao in his arms. Against the background of the red quilt, her skin was as smooth as snow, pink and smooth. His eyes felt like they were on fire if he looked at them for a second. He heard the sound of his own blood spurting, surging rapidly, making him
He couldn't help himself.
In a panic, he tore off her belt, blaming his aggressive side on the incense, as if only in this way could he accept his indulgence without caring about anything else.
However, when he heard her squealing voice, his heart suddenly softened. He turned over and took her into his arms again, and asked nervously: "Does it hurt?"
Jiang Qing felt the coolness on her chest, and her moist lips brushed against her, and she straightened up unconsciously.
She heard a gasp, and before she could raise her hand to cover her eyes, her cousin lowered it regardless.
This time, he never gave her a chance to breathe.
And the belated bridal chamber flowers and candles also made up for the lingering sadness between the two of them.
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Afterwards, Jiang Qing still found it incredible that she actually became her cousin's woman.
At that time, she was naked, covered with a thin cool quilt, and nestled in her cousin's arms.
He put his hands around her shoulders and stroked her skin with his fingertips, gently comforting her again and again.
Jiang Qing raised her head to look at him, but unexpectedly she caught him in the act. He looked over slowly, his eyes were carefree and calm, and he pursed his lips and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"
No matter how you look at it, there is a hint of comfort and satisfaction in his expression.
Jiang Qing couldn't help but blush, shook her head, and leaned back obediently.
The emperor's hands stroked her hair, then her face, and finally couldn't help but kiss her forehead.
The lust after the indulgence struck again, and he suppressed it, but the light in his eyes was extremely hot.
Jiang Qing didn't know all of this. She put her arms around her cousin and touched him skin to skin. Thinking that the two of them were the closest people in the world from now on, she closed her eyes slowly as her heart felt tight.
Suddenly, his cousin's voice came to his ears, with a bewitching magic power. He listened and said: "Qingqing, can you do it again?"
Jiang Qing's face turned red. How could she have the nerve to speak about such a thing?
Besides, she was already very tired just now. When she complained that it hurt, he said it would be over soon, and she believed it...
The result was not fast at all, my cousin actually knew how to lie.
Jiang Qing pursed her lips, unwilling to do so.
The emperor saw her delicate look, even when she was angry, she looked particularly cute. His kiss fell on her shoulder, and then on the corner of her mouth.
Finally he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Okay, then I won't."
After saying that, he lay down a little, wrapped his body around her and brought her into his arms.
Jiang Qing's feet were curled up together, not daring to move.
Mainly, whenever she moved, she would feel obviously uncomfortable, and her skin would turn red for a while, as if she was deliberately trying to seduce him.
"Go to sleep and have a good rest tomorrow. I asked them not to disturb you."
The emperor said, his eyes full of love and compassion.
Jiang Qing snorted softly and said that even if she was called tomorrow, she would never get up.
The emperor pursed his lips, and the smile in his eyes lingered for a long time.
After a while, Jiaojiao fell asleep in her arms.
He gently opened a little of the quilt, looked at the red marks on her body, and put the hand holding her outside the quilt.
I really didn't expect her skin to be so sensitive. It seems she will have to exercise more restraint next time.
The emperor thought, looked at the sleeping man in his arms, and smiled helplessly.
Unexpectedly, I had been pure and reticent for such a long time, and suddenly became indulgent like a papery tiger, only to realize that I was no different from that foolish king.
It was already late at night, but he didn't feel sleepy.
I just thought with great satisfaction that it turns out that there is a loving, gentle and considerate little wife who makes people so obsessed with her.
Looking at the sachet outside the tent, the emperor pursed his lips. Since ancient times, whenever a couple loves each other and lives in harmony, a matchmaker gift is naturally indispensable.
But what should I reward?
Didn't Lu Yunhong want to get the incense? The emperor thought for the first time, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened a little.