Mo Chuan finally realized something was wrong, and the fire in his body that had finally been extinguished started to gain momentum again without knowing when.
He was a little annoyed. He couldn't control himself like this, and he wouldn't take off her clothes for her. If he continued like this, wouldn't he be the one who suffered
Just as he was about to leave her, he suddenly froze and stared at her blankly.
Her cascading black hair covered the pillow, making her pretty face look particularly white and tender. She was looking at him momentarily, her big, clear, soft eyes full of water, and her lips red.
The red wedding dress had unraveled at some point, and her jade-white skin was looming under the loose underwear. Through the open neckline, you could see her slightly undulating chest, which was white and delicate...
He suddenly moved his eyes away, not daring to look any further. His heart was already beating so fast that it almost burst out of his chest.
She raised her hands, held his face, and looked deeply into his eyes.
"Mochuan, do you like it? If you like it, take it. I'm yours." She whispered softly.
"..." Mo Chuan couldn't say a word.
His throat was hoarse and his face was as red as the wedding dress beneath her. His strong self-control collapsed in front of her and disappeared.
He finally stretched out his palm tremblingly, inserted it from the collar of her underwear, and moved downwards little by little.
She just closed her eyes slightly shyly, her jade-like skin sliding under his palm.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" His heart was beating so fast, and there was something soft in his palm. He seemed to feel her heartbeat, which was as fast and urgent as his.
His breathing became more irregular.
He never knew her body could be so soft, as soft as a puddle of water, as delicate as a piece of silk, with a melting warmth. He seemed to be fascinated, the fire in his heart burned stronger and stronger, and he wanted more and more. Come more and more.
The two people's bodies were as hot as fire, hugging, kissing, and stroking each other tightly. They were extremely curious about each other's bodies, and they were full of anticipation and nervousness about what was going to happen next.
Mo Chuan's body was as tense as an open bow. He had no experience at all and just relied on instinct. Sometimes he would inadvertently hurt her if he used too much force. She couldn't help but frown and said, " "His", he would stop immediately and ask her: "Does it hurt?"
He was so cautious, holding her in his palm and reluctant to let her feel pain.
But she knew that a woman always had to experience the tearing pain for the first time, so that she could remember more deeply that he was her man, the only man!
"I don't feel pain. If you want to do it, feel free to do it without worrying about my feelings." She breathed and whispered in his ear.
He was taking care of her body like this, which made her feel embarrassed. She was not a delicate and fragile glass doll that would break at the slightest touch.
Mo Chuan's body suddenly stiffened, he took a breath and looked down at her.
How could he not care about her feelings when he did such a thing? If he only cares about his own happiness and doesn't consider whether she can bear it, then he is no different from a beast!
But he really had no experience, and he didn't know what to do to make her feel comfortable.
He regretted why he always immersed himself in government affairs in the past. There were obviously many books about this kind of thing in the palace, but he never took a second look at them.