Before returning to the house, Hyun Chen deliberately went to take a shower and change clothes. He had just drank too much wine and was afraid that the alcohol would smell to the little girl.
After pushing the door open and entering, he saw that Feng Shuiqing was lying on the couch asleep, with cake stains on his lips. He must have eaten something secretly.
He was heartbroken, held her in his arms, and gently wiped the corners of her lips and makeup on her face.
The little girl started dressing up and changing clothes at dawn today. She must be very hungry and tired.
Fortunately, he had foreseen it and prepared spring dates before taking a bath, so the temperature was just right.
Feng Shui Qingben was still wandering in a sweet dream, when she suddenly felt the warm water on her face, and she slowly opened her sleepy eyes.
"Azhi, you're back."
As she gradually woke up, a fresh smell first entered her nose. It was the unique aroma of pine plums on the Demon King, mixed with a touch of acacia, which made her heart feel warm.
He must be afraid that the smell of alcohol would disturb her.
And shower and change clothes before coming back.
Watching Feng Shui wake up, Xunchen Mandrill put the meal to her lips, "Are you hungry? Open your mouth obediently and I will feed you for my husband."
She was fed in small bites, and the food tasted fresh and salty, but her heart was as sweet as honey.
The Demon King had just finished bathing and was only wearing a thin white silk robe.
His waterfall hair hung down his back, and the ends of his hair were still wet and dripping with water.
His collar was loose, and his strong honey-colored chest could be vaguely seen, but there was a scar hidden there.
A few years ago, when he went to the northwest to fight against the barbarians, he heard the news of her death on the battlefield, and the terrible scar that Tubanan's knife struck her.
The Demon King is such a surly and indifferent person, and when he leads the army to fight, he is even more ferocious and brutal.
His hands were broad and strong, slender and white, as smooth and transparent as jade.
He can hold a long sword to kill the enemy bravely, and he can hold a fist stone that is stronger than pig iron.
He can also inflict the most cruel and bloody punishment in the most elegant and cold manner.
They are the same hands, but...
He strings together warm jade beads for her one by one to express his longing for her.
I wrote for her and drew a romantic and warm picture of Mo Xue.
Cook her scrambled egg white noodles, hold her chopsticks and spoon, and feed her her meal carefully.
When you touch her, it's like holding a rare treasure. You don't dare to put any weight on her, but she is always light and soft.
Her devil.
Treat her as such a gentle and delicate devil.
Finally married him today.
Become his only wife.
After the meal, Feng Shui Qing's belly was full of warmth. The maids took care of him to bathe and change clothes, and then the fatigue and tension of the whole day were washed away.
As soon as she left the bathroom, she was hugged directly by the devil waiting at the door.
There are flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and the spring night is getting darker.
She was so ashamed that she could only hug his neck tightly and bury her head in his chest.
The candles in the bridal chamber were bright and the eyes were filled with red.
Feng Shuiqing wrapped herself in a wedding quilt and dared to reveal only one of her eyes, staring at him beside her with a wave of confusion.
Yuan Chen squeezed into the quilt, took her little hand, placed it on his heart, kissed her ear and whispered softly: "After eating and bathing, it's time to get down to business."
His frantic heartbeat was beating like a drum in the palm of her hand. She seemed to have experienced lightning, her body instantly collapsed, and her snowy face turned pink with embarrassment.
His kiss slowly moved to her shoulder, which was warm and moist, making her sink.
Until the burning sensation faded from his shoulders, Feng Shuiqing opened his eyes filled with water vapor and saw that Yuan Chen Mandrill had turned over on his body, with a thin scarlet cloud floating on his jade face. He was as handsome as a monster, as beautiful as a monster.
And his lustful phoenix eyes had completely ignited her body.
The next second, her lips were eroded and occupied by him wantonly, and all reason and sobriety were lost at this moment.
Feng Shuiqing had no choice but to wrap her arms around his strong shoulders. It wasn't until his breath swept her ears that she was distracted and listened to his soft and hoarse voice: "Tonight, are you willing?"
She bit her lower lip and nodded lightly, her face red as blood.
E's head.
His hands were warm and soft, as if he were treating something rare in the world. His fine and dense kisses were like snowflakes, flying and dancing down all over the sky.
No matter how unstable his voice was, he was slightly happy and excited, but he was still trying his best to hold back, and his breathing became heavier:
"My little girl, your forehead, your eyelashes, your nose, your lips... every inch of skin on your body can only belong to me."
The flaming kiss, accompanied by his words, was like the wind carrying petals, covering every part of her.
Feng Shui Qing's mind went blank, and he fell into the boundless warm tide, floating and rippling in it.
His feather-light movements made her fascinated and intoxicated, and all the pain disappeared in his tenderness.
It's like a gentle drizzle soaking wadding and lint.
The heart she had been holding steadily dropped, and she tried hard to find the twinkle in his eyes.
Hyun Chen was vaguely aware that she was trembling slightly, so he leaned over and caressed her tender red lips, whispering softly:
"Hold me tight, be good, don't be afraid."
His voice and kiss seemed to have magic power, Feng Shui Qing tightened his shoulders and neck absentmindedly, and he gently held up his back with his big hands...
Like this, she completely melted into his hot chest, falling into a dreamlike sweet state of confusion.
The candlelight flickered in the room from time to time, and the wick was shaped like a soybean grain. They blushed at the spring beauty, and they merged into one person's shadow and cast it on the wall.
The first cry is gentle and sweet like a dream, the doting dragon sings with deep love, the lingering crimson moon is lingering, the plum blossoms are shining brightly in the frost.
A sleepless night.
At three o'clock in the morning, Feng Shui Qingcai tiredly woke up from the devil's arms and raised his eyes to stare at his handsome face in confusion.
His long eyelashes are as thin and thick as feather fans, his lips are crimson and his nose is straight and elegant.
His breathing was quiet and calm, and there were faint ripples at the corners of his lips, like a satiated beast sleeping soundly.
Recalling the hard work last night until the sky was dark, she was so ashamed that she buried her head in his arms.
Ghost man! So bad!
Where does so much energy come from!
"woke up?"
The devil's voice was hoarse and lazy. Before Feng Shuiqing could reply, a wet and cool kiss fell on his neck again.
"Are you crazy?! I want to eat! I'm so hungry!!!" She hurriedly supported his hot chest with her hands, and the blush spread on the tips of her ears.
Hyun Chen held her tighter, his slender fingers gently moved along her graceful curves, his lips held her earlobe and whispered:
"For the last time, we're going to have a meal."
An hour passed at noon before Feng Shui Qing had her "lunch". She stuffed food into her mouth while staring at the devil with a red face and angrily!
"Why do you look at your husband so much?"
Hyun Chen asked knowingly, but his lips curved in a ruffian way.
"You still have the nerve to say it? It's all your fault! I...I'm almost exhausted!" Feng Shuiqing's voice became smaller and smaller, and she stuffed the half-eaten mutton crystal dumpling in her hand into his mouth!
The man's smile deepened. The shy look of the little girl was so cute. He raised his hand and pinched her angry face, "Okay, it's your husband's fault. Madam, please don't be angry."
After lunch, according to the rules, you need to enter the palace to pay greetings to the emperor.
After getting off the sedan chair, Feng Shui cleared, I still felt that all the bones in my body seemed to be falling apart, my legs were weak, and my steps were weak.
She tried hard to adjust her posture, but before taking a few steps, she was suddenly hugged by the devil!
She was so embarrassed that she clenched her pink fist and hit his hard chest, "Put me down! Let's go into the palace to say hello. It's against the rules for you to hold me! Hurry up..." This chapter has been completed!