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Outside the paper window, the clear light refracted by the winter snow is reflected into the room.
The sky-blue pine-crane gauze hangs down on the ground, folded into fine folds, covering two tightly intertwined bodies.
The thin callus in Yan Guogong's palm was spinning around Lin Lang's leg socket, and a cluster of dark light slowly ignited deep in the bottom of his eyes. He looked down at the woman below him from a high position, his curly black hair spread out in a graceful manner, and a section of bright spring snow snaked across the side of his skirt.
It's so clear it's unbelievable.
Seeing his appearance, Lin Lang bent her legs in fear.
Yan Guogong let out a muffled laugh in his throat, and said in a deep voice, "I have loved you a thousand times in the past, and your ears and temples are rubbed together. Your legs seem to grow on my husband's waist, and you are tightly clamped. My husband is fascinated and confused. I can't wait to drown in it. What's the matter, now that you have your beloved Chi Fenghuang'er, this leg won't recognize its owner?"
Scarlet Phoenix is a woman's affectionate nickname for her handsome young lover, spit out from the mouth of Yan Guogong, this nickname has a horrible smell of blood for no reason.
The tails of Yan Guogong's eyes were long and narrow, and the deep and fiery black pupils caught the prey sharply, "It's a pity that your Fenghuang'er is a ruthless son, otherwise why would he leave you and run away alone? If he is really brave, true love Respecting you, you should face up to your husband face to face. Hiding behind a woman's back to seek protection, what is it like?"
Every word is full of heart-breaking words, quietly defeating his wife's psychological defense.
Lin Lang remained silent.
Very slightly, he moved the belt on the head of the bed that bound his hands.
The edge of the other party's belt was hard, so that it wrapped around the wrist tightly without leaving a gap, and soon a hot pain swept through. The lady of the family was pampered and pampered, and Lin Lang, who was skinny and tender, couldn't stand half of the training, and couldn't stand this kind of punitive bondage.
Duke Yan's eyesight was good, and he took this subtle movement into his eyes.
So far, she still doesn't know how to repent.
That man's weight in his wife is so important, so important that she can ignore her anger
The chord of reason was provoked, and his patience was finally exhausted. Amid Lin Lang's exclamation, he picked up her slender waist with one hand, lowered his head, and entangled his lips and teeth with her crazily.
Before that, perhaps it was related to the man's growing age and experience, Duke Yan's kiss was restrained and reserved, as if treating a supreme treasure patiently and meticulously.
It's not like it is now, like a peerless beast suddenly coming out of its box after being hungry. The man who was on the verge of losing control gasped violently for a moment, and then, regardless of her feelings, his tongue was like a thin and cold sharp blade, and he drove straight in, seeing blood seal his throat, biting the warm and fragrant nephrite in her red sandalwood.
Rampant, presumptuous.
Almost unscrupulous.
Lin Lang shuddered from being sucked, her body swayed and swayed, and the bright red tassels tied with exquisite beads stuck to her cheeks, her mind was full of shattered blankness and bewilderment.
The big iron-like palms violently opened her folded legs, and her knees squeezed wildly in.
Like a domineering and violent king, extreme and terrifying.
The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die.
Lin Lang was so oppressed by him that she couldn't resist, so she could only lie on his shoulder and whimper softly, her hands resting helplessly on the man's smooth shoulder blades. Yan Guogong untied the knot that tied her to the head of the bed, but did not relax Linlang's wrist, which was still bound. He is determined to teach her what torture is.
The husband's thin and distinct fingers inserted forcefully into her black hair, which was thick and held the back of her head, preventing her from leaving.
The crying gradually became hoarse.
In the evening when the Golden Crow fell, the spring was in full swing, Lord Shi Yan's blood-red eyeballs slowly returned to normal clarity, he pulled out, brushed aside the black hair wrapped around his wife's slender neck with one hand, and his palm was covered with fine beads of sweat , The temples are slightly damp.
Lin Lang was drowsy, her wrists tightened, and she was tied to the head of the bed again.
Is this person still addicted to playing
"You let me go—"
It was originally a scream of resentment, but her cheeks were flushed, and her voice became hoarse as she cried for mercy.
Satisfaction flashed across Duke Yan's eyes. He raised his hand and nodded Lin Lang's eyebrows, ignoring the seemingly invisible hostility. The man was the calm, gentle and reliable husband in his memory, as if the rampant gesture just now was just an illusion. , said with a smile, "It seems that I didn't work hard enough for my husband, Madam didn't faint."
After understanding what he meant, his wife was ashamed and annoyed.
Duke Yan looked at her with interest for a while, then brushed the wet hair from his forehead. With his chest bare, he picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on, smoothing the wrinkles of the clothes calmly.
Lin Lang could only watch helplessly as he shook his cuffs and left majestically.
The rest of the room was a mess.
She stopped looking, and focused on the straps on her hands.
At some point, a pair of red scale boots stopped in front of the bed.
Lin Lang's struggling movements stopped, and she turned her head to look at the person. The person changed into a crimson shirt and was looking at her with very complicated eyes.
There were torn dresses on the ground, some of which were torn at a corner, and even the thread ends came out. One can imagine the danger at that time.
The beauty Lihua was tied to the bed with tears in her eyes, her pair of bright jade arms were exposed to the air, and the bruises left on them were ferocious and terrifying.
Yan Zhaolie felt that he was stung several times by the poisonous heart bee, and the pain made him shiver.
"What are you doing here? See how badly I have been hurt by you?" The indifferent female voice woke me up, "Why, this concubine's miserable appearance has pleased the eldest son?"
It was rare for him to be silent, and a small machete with engraved patterns slipped out of his sleeve, cutting off the belt wrapped around Lin Lang's wrist. As soon as the belt was loosened, it rolled down onto the pillow, without looking carefully, he could clearly see that the reddened skin was swollen badly, and there were shocking ravages everywhere.
Lin Lang was tied up for too long, her hands were numb and she lost consciousness, and she always maintained a stiff posture. Yan Zhaolie pursed his red and thin lips, without saying a word, reached out to rub her.
"Snapped-"
The result is being thrown off mercilessly.
"What are you doing now? Confession? Atonement?" Her ebony eyes were full of cold mockery, "Put away your hypocritical face of charity, just say so if you want me to die soon, don't need to cry and pretend to be merciful! I’ve done everything, so why look for a fig leaf?”
There was a moment of silence in the room.
"I didn't do it," he whispered.
Yan Zhaolie has always been the proud son of heaven, he was praised since he was born, how can he be so embarrassed today, he was scolded bloody by her, but he dared not speak back.
As cowardly as something.
And Lin Lang made up her mind to pour dirty water on the male lead, so she couldn't let him go.
Otherwise, her advanced acting skills will be wasted in vain.
So he sneered and said, "Isn't it you who is so full? You didn't train in the barracks, but you ran to the White Horse Temple, and you ran to the stall at the foot of the mountain, and your father found me. How dare you say this Doesn't everything have anything to do with you?"
Yan Zhaolie opened his mouth, at a loss under her icy gaze.
"If you don't talk, is it acquiescing? That's right, you are a treacherous villain. You don't keep your promises when you talk, and you even flirt with your stepmother. There are more stinky rats in the gutter than you—"
Lin Lang was crushed under him again.
It's just that there was no brutal plundering this time. The other party put his arm around her shoulders and touched the top of her hair with the other. His handsome face was gently buried in the soft neck, and his breath was deep and hot.
Judging from this protective posture, Lin Lang knew that he didn't have charming thoughts, but this didn't prevent her from using the most vicious words to tie the other's heart into a hornet's nest, "Why, as soon as I get off this bed, you Can't wait to climb up? The majestic prince wants to degenerate himself, shameless and wants to be the stepmother's little lover, heh, I want to see how low you can go?"
The sneering words made Yan Zhaolie suddenly raise his head, bloodshot eyes appeared ferociously.
He let out a foul breath and stared at the person, "You say it again?"
Out of some kind of secret and overflowing sympathy, today's Shizi softened his body in front of Lin Lang, bowed his noble head, it can be said that he was humbled into the dust. It's just that no matter how low he is, he still has a man's blood in his bones, especially when a woman points at his nose and scolds him for being cheap.
"It's okay to say it a few more times, you're a bitch—"
The ending trembled, breaking like bubbles in the young man's bright red lips. Her lips were bitten fiercely, and there was a strange smell like rust for a moment, and then his movements slowed down again, as if soothing, unexpectedly lingering.
The Shizi was originally furious, but he didn't have his father's strong self-control, and within a while, he surrendered. Where can I still pay attention to the vicious curse, I only remember the softness of her lips and tongue, remember the softness of her skin, the big palm wrapped around her shoulders stalked down, and touched two shallowly protruding shoulder blades.
Suddenly there was a pain in his chest, and Lin Lang knocked it hard with his elbow a few times.
Yan Zhaolie woke up instantly, seeing the hatred in her eyes deepened, and a sarcastic smile on her lips, "You still say you are not cheap?"
She stroked her red and swollen lips with her fingertips, the color of which was like a thorn peach.
Suddenly, Dai Jian'er picked it up, flirtatiously.
"Concubine Rong reminded the son, this place was your father's territory fifteen minutes ago."
The son's magnificent phoenix eyes gradually cast a layer of dark hostility.
His exposed emotions were completely restrained, and he looked at the person expressionlessly.
"so what?"
The speed of the sudden face change made Lin Lang amazed.
Under deliberate ripening, the young Zhang Yang's son became more and more like Lao Tzu, and also more and more like the deep, mysterious and ruthless regent of the later period. Obviously just now he was still a low-key doormat, he could transform into a jackal when he turned his head, staring at people, planning how to tear her to pieces.
"Therefore, my concubine advises the son of the world to put his tail between his legs and be a good man."
"If you don't want to be killed by your father—"
The first-hand aggressive method uses the fire to stew the greens.
Lin Lang smiled contemptuously at him.
She likes it very much, the scene where father and son turn against each other.
Is it possible to be a minister under the skirt without any blood