The young man approached slowly with a smile, his eyes were as clear as ripe grapes, and his eyes were soft in the dark color. With one white hand propped on the side of the bed, he bent over lazily and gracefully like a cat.
Yu Chu ignored the boundless beauty who was close at hand, stretched out his hand to separate him, looked into the other's eyes, and said solemnly: "Xiao Huai, you are not yet eighteen."
Jing Huai narrowed his eyes, seemed a little confused, and said in a low voice: "The prince has a concubine at sixteen."
"Is there a concubine?" Yu Chu suddenly thought of the promise that the prince made to her affectionately that day, and couldn't help laughing, "I have had a concubine for a long time, but he still said that he will only marry me in his life... How hypocritical."
Before the words fell, the well-behaved little milk cat in front of her eyes darkened, grabbed her wrist and threw her down, squinted her eyes while leaning on her, her thin lips curved, and said softly: "Oh? Are you sorry?"
"No!" Yu Chu said quickly.
The other party had already bent down, and with an indistinct coldness on his lips, he bit her lower lip. The soft lips pressed against each other. The girl couldn't speak at once, and was rubbed against her for a while. The boy was slender and slender. With light fingers, she undid her belt.
When the warm fingertips touched the skin on his waist, Yu Chu suddenly regained his senses and grabbed his fingertips.
Seventeen quietly looked at her for a few seconds.
"This is the wedding night, Miss Huang..." He suddenly softened his voice pitifully, blinked his beautiful clear eyes, twitched his eyelashes slightly, and said extremely aggrieved, "Won't you let me touch you on the wedding night? "
While talking in a low voice, he touched the girl's waist with his fingertips, his gesture was casual but completely bewitching.
It was clearly acting like a baby on purpose. And his face is too beautiful, and his deliberate softness is even more irresistible.
Yu Chu sighed, touched his fair face, and said innocently: "The days to come are still long, today Miss Huang just wants to chat with you, Xiao Huai is good."
She shrank back into the bed, patted the place beside her with a smile, "Come, Xiao Huai, come and sleep."
The boy stared at her silently for a while.
He was not fascinated by Miss Huang's appearance, but he couldn't resist her eyes.
As soon as those eyes came over... I always felt that no matter what request I should agree to.
Shi Qi finally sighed helplessly, and lay down obediently, obviously two years younger than the girl, but there was a pampering tenderness in the cold and beautiful outline.
He hugged Sister Huang's waist and leaned his head on her shoulder, feeling very strange in his heart - there was no ambiguity or desire, only peace of mind.
This person is too precious to him, so when he finally got married and returned home, the first thing he did was not to touch him, but to hug him carefully, and he only felt peaceful and stable in his heart.
As for bumping...
Shi Qi felt Sister Huang's hand gently patting himself, and the dark light flickered in his beautiful eyes.
There is ample time.
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History books contain:
Since the marriage of the two states, the border has been peaceful and there has been no war. Great powers open to trade, ports are open, businesses prosper and people live and work in peace and contentment. Later generations praised its merits and named the river at the junction of the two countries: Chuhuai. The Chuhuai River runs through both sides, just like the gods bless the north and south of the river, and the common people feel their kindness from generation to generation.
There are often storytellers in the teahouse, who describe the grand occasion eloquently: "The Seventeenth Highness is really amazing. Later, he supported a little prince to ascend the throne, and personally selected civil servants and military generals to assist him..."