"Hush, don't talk, call me Yun'er, I like Wen Ting's elder brother calling me Yun'er." Princess Yunluo's voice was as soft as clouds and water, as if it came from Tian Lai, bypassing her ears, scratching Wen Ting's skin My heart is itchy and I can't hold myself.
"Yun'er, are you going to..." Wen Ting's eyes turned red for a moment, looking for the direction of the voice, he vaguely discerned that Princess Yunluo was standing in front of him.
There was no sound, no answer, just a slight smile from the girl.
Immediately, a pair of gentle little hands stretched out numbly towards Wen Ting's slender, skinny hands.
Wen Ting has never been a human being, and has been studying hard for so many years. He has never talked to a girl face to face, not to mention holding hands with a girl. In his simple life, there are only two women: Zhou Gentle and gentle!
Now, the appearance of Princess Yunluo is the only woman in his life who is different from other women!
A burst of numbness, from the contact of the hand to the hand, spread to Wen Ting's whole body in a flash, it was the scalp and the slightest numbness!
"Yun'er..." Wen Ting only felt a burst of thirst in his throat, an impulse that was ready to come out in his chest, almost made him take off the red silk blindfold, so that he could hug the bride in front of him horizontally, Then fell hard on the bed.
But, who let her identity be a son-in-law!
Even if the bride is a bride, she is still the honorable Princess Yunluo!
The impulsiveness and eagerness that is inherent in the bones, in the princess's body, I am afraid that it needs to be suppressed and suppressed.
Treating each other with courtesy and respect as guests, Wen Ting strongly suppressed it, speculating that this is the only way to be a husband and wife to a princess as a son-in-law.
But never thought about it.
The soles of his feet were unsteady, and although he was being held by someone, he was actually tripped over by a fallen tree.
The whole person immediately fell empty. However, he was vacated by another party's softness.
Smooth touch, that is fine silk.
Soft touch, that is the texture of new cotton.
bed!
This is the bed!
Wen Ting stretched out his hand. After touching it carefully, I guessed that this is the wedding bed where the princess sat and ate melon seeds just now.
From time to time, some small nut residues spread across his palms and fingers. It made him even more convinced that at this moment he was on the wedding bed of his dreams!
Although it was a little different from what I thought at the beginning, after all, there was still a hint of surprise in my heart.
Is the princess going to sleep with me
"Yun'er..." Wen Ting's throat let out a muffled cry again.
Unexpectedly, his chest was pushed forcefully by a pair of small hands, and the whole person immediately fell on his back on the spacious and comfortable bed for no reason.
There was another burst of surprise in my heart, is Princess Ganqing going to take the initiative
Wen Ting tried his best to adjust his breathing, although there was wind, fire, and torrent in his chest.
After being torn off the bright red wedding dress forcefully, Wen Ting could clearly feel that pair of soft little hands after the slightly rough removal of the clothes just now. At this moment, he was rubbing and groping in his chest.
I really want to tear off the red silk blindfold and go to help her.
Even if it is to help her remove the excess burden on her body, or to take off the heavy Fengguan Xiapei on her body with pity.
However, those small hands were moving, Wen Ting swallowed up and down his Adam's apple, and finally held back.
Since she wants to take the initiative, let her carry it out to the end!
The white chest was exposed to the air without any strands. Although it was cold in winter outside the window, there were indeed exquisite stoves burning everywhere in the wedding room. There are all kinds of warmth, as if spring is coming, and the yu fire in his chest at this moment is extremely teased by Xiong Lie. Wen Ting seemed to be under the scorching sun of midsummer, thirsty.
Those little hands groped extremely itchy, Wen Ting wanted to reach out and hold them tightly several times, but she dodged them as deftly as a fish.
The silver bell-like chuckle flashed cheerfully, and it could be heard that the princess was having a great time.
come quickly! No matter how I go on, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it anymore!
Wen Ting clenched his fists tightly, feeling that those little hands were about to explode all the blood vessels in his body!
A certain part of the body was changing uncontrollably, and the rapid attack surprised him.
A scalding softness gently pressed against his already agitated and hot chest. Slowly still, as if waiting for something.
Wen Ting resisted the impulse. Because he knew that it was Princess Ruyu's cheek, and she was leaning sideways on his chest at this moment. Could it be that he was listening to his own beating heartbeat.
Boom, boom, boom boom!
Then the wet and warm little lips gently brushed across Wen Ting's undulating chest, and then along the smooth and hot neck, gently went up, circled the pinna, flowed past the ears, and then went straight along the neck. down, and then back to the broad and increasingly hot chest...
It's exploding, it's really about to explode! Don't play like this!
This is to suffocate people to death!
On the wedding night, the bride molested the groom in such a slow manner, this torture really wanted to ignite and detonate a fresh-blooded man who had never been human before!
"Yun'er!" Wen Ting finally roared in a low voice, and immediately grabbed her pair of slender and soft little hands tightly!
"Don't talk! Tonight, you are mine!" Unexpectedly, Princess Yunluo didn't buy it at all, and she didn't have any scruples or fear of Wen Ting's eagerness and urgency.
He just flicked his wrist lightly, stretched out his palm again, and pushed Wen Ting, who was eager to do something, onto the bed again, and put him under him!
"I'm yours?!" Wen Ting only felt a little funny in his heart, how did he talk, it was clear that you belonged to me tonight, so why did it turn out to be mine and yours? !
That's all, she is a princess, she was raised by an emperor's family since she was a child, she can say whatever she wants!
That's all, it doesn't matter who belongs to whom, the key is to let the storm come quickly and violently!
Wen Ting thought to himself: Princess! If you take the initiative, take the initiative faster, I can't hold it anymore! Stop superficially, and get practical!
Sure enough, Princess Yunluo seemed to have heard Wen Ting's inner call.
At this moment, that hot little face was no longer docile on Wen Ting's chest, replaced by a quick and eager desire to untie Wen Ting's belt and remove Wen Ting's robe hanging around his waist.
Unexpectedly, the consort's wedding dress had complicated regulations, and the belt was even more complicated. Princess Yunluo picked it a few times, but she couldn't untie it, so she sighed anxiously: "Who made it!"
Hearing that the princess couldn't solve the most crucial step, Wen Ting couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately tore off the blindfolded red silk that had already made him anxious.
"You..." Seeing Wen Ting's violent reaction, Princess Yunluo immediately became extremely excited, and all the confessions made by the elders in the palace before the wedding were thrown into the clouds, so how could she care about the shyness of the bride? !