The clothes were piled up around the waist, piled up in piles of soft snow, and wrapped in the beauty of the color better than the snow.
Afraid that Song Pian would catch a cold and her condition would recur, Feng Yuexian lifted the quilt, crouched down, and laid herself and Song Pian into the warm quilt.
The quilt is soft and warm, and it becomes more and more sweet after the heat is baked.
Jin was covered with two people.
The begonia flowers on the quilt seemed to come alive, floating up and down, moving endlessly.
The thin snow shirt on the quilt, like a mist of thin snow, swayed.
Occasionally, the movements are larger, and a gap is exposed under the quilt, and the dark fragrance and the shredding whisper quietly escape, which is sultry.
The people inside finally couldn't stand the thicker and hotter quilt, and the two of them stuck their heads out from above together.
Feng Yuexian carefully supported Song Pian on the porcelain pillow.
On the porcelain pillow, the blue silk was like a crow's feather, scattered in a mess, and some of it was stained with fragrant sweat, sticking to the white cheeks.
Feng Yuexian turned to the side, propped his head, and brushed the wet hair from Song Pian's face with the other hand.
It seemed that he loved it very much, but he didn't know how to express it, so he called out:
"lightly."
One after another.
Song Pian gasped for breath, and under the quilt, her chest rose and fell slightly, and there was still a vague feeling of unfading, which remained on it.
Feng Yuexian was just making a fool of himself, and I don't know how many red marks he made.
Especially the two points on the top, the water and juice are soaked through.
This body is extremely delicate, and it will turn red with a little friction.
At the same time, it is also very sensitive.
Song Pian's lower abdomen shrank slightly, her toes hooked and hooked in the quilt.
Originally wanted to scold Feng Yuexian, but at this time he lost seven points of confidence.
She whispered:
"You call Xueqing, and then bring the quilt."
"It's easy to be ruthless." Feng Yuexian sighed lightly with a happy brow.
"Enough of the nonsense, it's time to sleep."
"Not enough—" Feng Yuexian leaned down and rubbed against Song Pian's neck, not knowing where the bottom hand touched.
Song Pian raised her head, and the jade hairpin tapped lightly on the porcelain pillow.
In the darkness, Feng Yuexian's voice was vague and low, as if he was talking something.
"... so easy, give me some more."
Under the shadow of the night, the brocade quilt was stacked, where the fragrance was dripping with sweat.
The sound of the hosta knocking on the pillow sounded from time to time, but it never broke.
Until Song Pian groaned in pain, her voice was wrapped in water vapor.
Feng Yuexian got up from her and spoke to her lips:
"It hurts you?"
Song Pian shook his head:
"Under the body..."
She turned to the side, and it looked like she was rolling into Feng Yuexian's arms. Feng Yuexian was afraid that something might happen to her, so she didn't take advantage of the maneuver and only lightly supported her and looked down at her.
Only then did he see that on the soft quilt under Song Pian's body, he fell asleep with a gold-engraved, engraved-silver smoked ball covered with incense to warm the quilt.
The incense ball is extremely delicate and pleasing, covered with hollow patterns, overflowing with fragrance, and exhaling musk.
The things that were accustomed to the bedding, as if they were going to steal incense from the beauty, I didn't know when, they rolled behind Song Piangan.
Feng Yuexian pressed Song Pian to bully him, Song Pian pressed her back against the scented ball, and her warm and greasy back was softened.
A rouge-colored red mark was also pressed out.
"It picks places."
Song Pian has not slept on her body yet.
obnoxious stuff.
Feng Yuexian grabbed the silver pendant of the incense ball and threw it at the end of the bed.
The incense ball rolled and rolled on the quilt until it reached the pile of pillows and lumbar pillows in the corner before it stopped.
The fragrance floats in the tent.
Feng Yuexian's fingertips were covered with red marks and scratched with extreme care, with a low voice:
"Does it hurt?"
If there is a seemingly non-existent touch, a slight numbness will be evoked, and it will wander freely along the back of Song Pian's body.
Song Pian shivered for a while under his fingers, Feng Yuexian folded his brows in joy, and frowned:
"It hurts?"
Feng Yuexian's heart was swept away, she stretched out her long arms and picked up her robe, turned over, and went to call the imperial doctor.
The long gown made of light voluminous yarn swayed in a thin haze between the bed tents, one end wrapped around Feng Yuexian's beautiful figure, and the other end brushed Song Pian's hand.
Song Piantao held Bo Luo, and sat up with strength, leaning close to Feng Yuexian's back.
"Um?"
Feng Yuexian was very sensitive to breath, thinking that Song Piangan had something to say, she turned to look behind her:
"I'll call Yu-"
Feng Yuexian's remaining words disappeared between his lips, and was eaten by Song Pian.
Song Pian turned over her shoulder and kissed her sideways.
The dragonfly touches the water, silently.
The bed tent was lowered to the ground, and after the flower tent was spread, the two silhouettes merged together, the tip of the nose was close, and the blue silk was lingering.
Just because the person in front of him takes the initiative to get close to him, even a simple contact is enough to move people's hearts.
After a few breaths, Song Pian stepped back slightly.
Feng Yue was so drunk, her eyes were half-open, as if she was being dragged, she chased after him.
Song Pian tapped her index finger to her lower lip.
The jade white is lined with crimson, and the color is sultry.
Song Pian's cheeks were flushed with blush, like a thin cloud, and the brown pupils were filled with water waves, and the color at the end of the eyes was particularly moving.
But she was extremely calm, her voice was short and powerful:
"enough."
This move is a response, a reward, and, at the same time, a rest.
Enough is enough, enough indulgence.
Feng Yuexian woke up from a slight drunkenness.
She opened her eyes, black eyes like being thrown into the deep secluded pool of small stones, swaying with layers of ripples.
not enough.
Thinking of Song Pian's initiative just now, Feng Yuexian narrowed his eyes, gluttonous and gluttonous.
Feng Yue looked at Song Piantao, like a big cat that only tasted a little bit of meat, estimating the possibility of successful hunting.
Ready to move, eager to try.
"obedient."
Song Piangao said again, her tone a little helpless.
However, even she was surprised, how could she speak to Feng Yuexian like this.
She softened her voice and added:
"Okay?"
In the darkness, Feng Yuexian's voice was low, as if a humming escaped from his nose, and it was like a low-pitched groan.
Song Pian couldn't hear it clearly.
But Feng Yuexian's warm breath sprayed on her fingers, and she realized that she was still against Feng Yuexian.
She was about to withdraw her hand, but her lips quietly parted.
The fingertips suddenly fell into the warmth and humidity, and went straight to the second joint.
A long finger, all of which fell on the plump and smooth.
The fertile spring water circled her fingers, and she was confused.
Chunshui pond pressed his fingers against the bottom, withdrew back, raised them again, swiped his fingertips, and swirled with great dexterity.
Song Piantao's fingers suddenly fell into a softer boundary, all sides were soft, and the bottom was the softest.
Like a white and hard pearl, it is tightly wrapped by the tender mussel meat.
Honey water spit.
All this happened in a very short period of time, attracting all the hearts and minds of the people.
Before Song Piantao could react, Feng Yuexian took the initiative to use her tender tongue to push her fingers out.
Before the last fingertips were spit out by Chun Shui, Feng Yuexian gently sucked.
"it is good."
Only then did she give the answer. In the darkness, on the end of her eyes and brows, she was full of comforted content.
There's nothing wrong with Song Pianjiao talking to herself like this.