Lian Qin turned around and looked at Feng Linge lying in the tent with confusion, wondering why he was holding her.
"Green bamboo...water..." Feng Linge shouted softly with his eyes closed.
"...wait." Lian Qin opened Feng Linge's hand and took her hand, brought him a water bag, held his head and fed him water...
Feng Linge was in a bad mood recently, and Qingzhu was annoyed when he followed him, so he sent him to follow the team escorting grain and grass. Although Qingzhu was unwilling, he did not dare to disobey his prince's order. He only suffered.
Lianqin took on the task of helping him pay the bills every night, which she didn't want to do. Who asked her father to tell her to take good care of King Jin...
After feeding Feng Linge some water, Lian Qin stuffed the water bag into the bag, put it aside, stood up and wanted to leave.
Feng Linge took her arm again and slowly stood up...
Lian Qin blinked and asked, "What do you want again?"
Feng Linge suddenly raised his other hand, caressed Lian Qin's face, and murmured softly: "Ye'er..."
Lian Qin was stunned for a moment, then trembled, slapped Feng Linge's claws away from his face, and cursed: "Damn! I'm not Ye'er!" After that, he wanted to get up...
But Feng Linge pulled Lian Qin with all his strength, pulled her down on the blanket, then turned over and pressed on top of her!
Lian Qin was startled. She stared at Feng Linge's enlarged handsome face with wide eyes, her red lips slightly opened, and she actually forgot to resist...
"Ye'er..." Feng Linge looked at Lian Qin underneath him with blurred eyes, the expression on his face was gentle and affectionate...
Lian Qin came back to her senses in an instant, struggled hard under Feng Linge, and started shouting: "Fuck! Get up! I'm not that dead girl!"
However, Feng Linge pressed Lian Qin tighter and tighter, showing no intention of letting her go.
Damn it! How can a drunk man be so strong?! Lian Qin was annoyed, and with all her luck, she wanted to use her inner strength to bounce Feng Linge off her body.
But at this moment, Feng Linge suddenly lowered his head and kissed Lian Qin's charming lips forcefully...
"Boom -" Lian Qin felt as if something exploded in his head, and his brain suddenly went blank! The internal energy he had just mobilized was instantly broken...
Feng Linge changed from his usual gentle and harmless demeanor. His kiss was very domineering and aggressive. Lian Qin was stunned for a moment before he pried open her teeth and took her tongue greedily.
Sucking, entangled...
"Well..." Lian Qin could no longer use any strength to push Feng Linge away. He only widened his eyes in horror and allowed the man on top of him to do whatever he wanted...
After a long time, Feng Linge was no longer satisfied with just kissing Li Lianqin's lips. His hands began to tear off her clothes...
She felt that her big hands had covered the softness of her chest and were kneading it hard. Under her body, an unknown hard object was pressed between her legs. Lian Qin suddenly woke up and was frightened.
He hurriedly took his tongue back from Feng Linge's mouth and struggled desperately: "Asshole! Let me go! You have recognized the wrong person!!"
Lian Qin had never experienced anything like this before. At this moment, she was petrified and completely forgot that she was a martial arts practitioner...
The delicate body underneath him twisted like a snake. Feng Linge was stirred up so much that his whole body seemed to be on fire. He was eager to find an outlet to vent the passion in his body, but the person underneath him did not cooperate and was inexperienced.
He didn't know how to deal with such a situation. In desperation, he stretched out two fingers and poked the numb spots on Lian Qin's body twice...
The person below me is finally honest...
Lian Qin is going crazy...
"Ye'er..." Feng Linge held Lian Qin's face and said bitterly: "Is it only in dreams that I can have you..." As he said that, he lowered his head and placed his hand on Lian Qin's face and neck.
, chest...kissed...
Feng Linge's hands didn't stop, and continued to untie Lian Qin's body...
"Asshole! Feng Linge! Wake up! Wake up! I'm not Zhuo Ye! I'm not her! I'm Lian Qin!!!" Lian Qin didn't care whether the soldiers outside would hear him.
Shout loudly.
"It's not Ye'er?!" Feng Linge heard this key word in his ears. He couldn't help but raise his head suddenly, shook his head vigorously, and then tried hard to identify the beauty who was pressed under him...
"No! I'm not Zhuo Ye, Feng Linge, please let me go!" Seeing Feng Linge stop moving, Lian Qin tried her best to coax her and explained: "I am Lian Qin, you drank too much, please admit your mistake
I'm here, Feng Linge, please open my acupuncture points quickly..."
"Lian Qin? Miss Lian?!" Feng Linge woke up from most of his wine in an instant. He stared at the disheveled Lian Qin under him with wide eyes. His handsome face suddenly turned purple: "I...I
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"What am I!" Lian Qin gritted his teeth and said, "Why haven't you seen enough yet?! Unlock my acupuncture points quickly!"
"Oh..." Feng Linge bounced off Lian Qin as if he was electrocuted. He turned his head to the side, not looking at Lian Qin. He stretched out his hand and tapped her twice, undoing her numb holes.
He said apologetically: "I'm sorry..."
Lian Qin got free and quickly covered her clothes indiscriminately. Then she jumped up, bent her knees, swung her foot, and kicked Feng Linge hard on the thigh! Then she gave him a
She raised her middle finger and shouted: "Damn you! I'm going to fuck you!" This was a gesture she learned from Xia Chen's novels.
After roaring, Lian Qin escaped from Feng Linge's tent like lightning...
Feng Linge didn't care to rub his thigh that was sore from Lian Qin's kick. He reached out and grabbed the water bag next to him, pulled out the stopper and poured it from the top of his head...
Completely sober from the wine, Feng Linge couldn't help but shudder. He actually...actually did that kind of thing to Lian Qin...
Lying on the animal skin blanket in the shape of "big", Feng Linge's mind was filled with Zhuo Ye's beautiful and charming face, a large expanse of snow-white and smooth skin, and Lian Qin's shy and angry pretty face...
Feng Linge had insomnia...
In Lian Qin’s felt tent.
Lian Qin stretched out her hand to touch her slightly swollen lips, and wailed in her heart: Wu Wu Wu... The first kiss she had held for more than twenty years was gone... Her pure and white body was exposed.
Oh... Wuwu... Why is she so unlucky? She...
The most damning thing is that that bastard Feng Linge actually mistook her for someone else!! Thinking of this, Lian Qin had the urge to castrate him!!
Annoyed, Lian Qin covered her head with a blanket, trying not to think about what had just happened, but the scene of a passionate kiss that made her blush and make her heart beat was replayed uncontrollably in her mind.