(Okay, I finally wrote 6666 words yesterday, but the funny thing is that I couldn’t do it deliberately the day before yesterday, and I wrote it casually yesterday, but it’s just so many words. Twilight's dynasty, not dynasty's dynasty...
I said yesterday that today’s chapter was difficult to write. After I finished writing it, I looked back and found that it was extremely difficult to write. A paragraph of 4,000 words took up 40,000 words of effort. In my life, I have never written such a text. I admire myself very much for being able to write at this level. At the end of the sentence, Liu Lang came again today, and did not change Liu Lang to Fan Lang. Naturally, he took the homonym for fun...)
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As soon as the lips were connected, there was a thunderstorm, a strong wind and rain, and the two began to bite like young animals on the grassland. There was not much tenderness and charm, but only a few hints of irritation mixed with hatred mean. Especially the blood between the lips was rippling on the tip of their tongues, a little salty, a little wet, a little salty and wet.
It wasn't making out or teasing, it was pure fighting, a war between man and woman. The role of lips and tongue in war is often followed by Su Qin or Zhang Yi. No one has ever thought that even a kiss can cause blood to flow from a kiss, and the tongue can be so stubborn, bouncing, struggling, and pressing in an inch. Illusion of infinite symbolic meaning.
Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. The shape of the soft fragrance between the lips and teeth shows the process of struggle fiercely and fragrantly, which makes the root of the tongue ache, and produces fluid, giving birth to the gradually accumulated spring.
Li Ao said that when a man sees a woman, except one place is hard, all other places are soft. Although Fan Xian was a man of determination, under such a sweet attack, he was naturally ridden by the little emperor. He was not reconciled, intending to resist, and hit the opponent's buttocks vigorously with both hands. The delicate place hidden under the dragon robe on weekdays, but people couldn't help but want to ask him, is this hitting someone or flirting
The twilight outside the quiet room is getting darker and darker, but the temperature inside is getting higher and higher. There seems to be a dual atmosphere of fighting and intimacy in the air. Hum Qinghu, it is especially heart-wrenching, unbearably swaying.
I don't know who bit someone's tongue, screamed in pain, didn't know who crushed someone's moon, and said softly, didn't know who loosed whose long hair, scattered on the snow-white skin, didn't know who ringed it. Touching someone's waist, it attracted angry whispers and more intense wrestling.
A bloody gash appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips. He looked at the little emperor lying on his body, at her fragrant shoulders and jade breasts, and the stubborn eyes that refused to admit defeat. With a muffled grunt, he turned over and put She lay down on the bed, on top of her, staring at her fiercely.
The little emperor didn't show any weakness at all, he stared back fiercely, bit Fan Xian's shoulder again, and punched it with his fist, exerting force on his waist, trying to bounce up, trying to regain control of the initiative.
Fan Xian's expression finally changed. The big wooden bed in the sword hut creaked. He pressed the little emperor's shoulders heavily. He kept panting and looked at her. He didn't say a word, just looked at her. Her eyes, I want to see something more real from her eyes, not something inexplicable like now.
Unfortunately, in the eyes of the little emperor, he saw a lot, such as hatred, such as resentment, such as despair, such as relief, such as... thick lust and faint confusion, but he did not see a trace of calculation or other things. .
This is often the case in the war between men and women. When they find that the other party has fallen into it first, they will often jump down. Feeling the delicate body constantly struggling under the body, the curves and undulations under the body, the two lumps of soft, slightly cool skin covered with beads of sweat against the chest, especially the feeling that the body is closely intertwined. The shape and tenderness made the calmness in Fan Xian's eyes turn into a puff of smoke after a while, and as the little emperor murmured laboriously in his ear, he flew up to the nine heavens and could no longer control it. What.
His hand slid down from her shoulder, holding it gently, her upper body lifted, her lips slid from his ear to his shoulder, and bit down hard.
He was in pain, so he exerted force, deforming the things in his palm. She was in pain, uncomfortable, and felt weird, so she trembled, subconsciously hugged his body, straightened her upper body with difficulty, and pressed against him, feeling the heartbeat of the other party and her unsatisfactory heartbeat, and that Wipe the unfamiliar and complex stimulation.
In the quiet room, there was no other sound, only heartbeat, panting, clothes rubbing, occasionally a few punches, and two cries of pain.
The movement became louder and louder, the wooden bed was almost unable to withstand such torture, the creaking sound became more and more clear, and it seemed that it was about to fall apart at any moment. It is very puzzled, what is the man and woman above tossing about, do it, just do it well, life is only seventy years short, why bother to fight for this day and night
But what the pair of men and women are fighting for is this day and night. They hurt each other, love each other, tease each other, alienate each other and draw closer, feel each other's burning body temperature, and leave suddenly with palpitations, but not Abandon.
Sweat dripped on the thin quilt and lightly floated on the bodies of the two of them. It seemed to have been steamed by the extremely hot atmosphere in the room, and turned into a thin mist, covering up the intertwined entanglement inside. For men and women.
The silent battle has reached the most critical moment, and the clothes are like snow, which have already melted in the three spring scenes. The two people who have returned to the barbaric era are panting, looking at each other in a daze, and sticking together. In the end, the little emperor still Turned over and became the master, sitting on Fan Xian's lower abdomen. She pressed her hands on Fan Xian's well-proportioned and hard chest, her black hair was hanging down, half covering the snow hill in front of her chest, her breathing was uneven and she said in a low voice:
"I want to be on top."
There was mud between the two of them, sweat dripped down his black hair, dripped on Fan Xian's chest, and dripped on the little emperor's hands. Fan Xian looked at the woman on his body, felt the strange movement below, his heart was beating violently, but he forcibly kept his mind, and asked in a hoarse voice, "I want to know your name."
The little emperor is not an ordinary woman, she is used to being a man, not a woman, so even at such a spring time, she still has to be on top. As an emperor, she can only ride but not be ridden, she must be on top.
Fan Xian didn't care about this, he was a modern person, he knew action force and reaction force, he knew what the theory of relativity was, and being ridden by someone and being ridden by someone actually looked the same. He just had to know the other person's name before that moment happened. It must be a woman with a name and surname, her own woman, not just a female emperor, because the emperor is just a code name, but the name represents more things.
At this time, the Northern Qi little emperor's upper body was completely naked, and the clothes on the lower body were piled up, which barely covered the spring light around the waist and buttocks, but could not cover the hot and muddy touch inside, her eyes had lost the first Some are desperate and resentful, some are just aggressive and curious about strange things, and there is an emperor who habitually gives orders.
The dark room was quiet until now, the two had been tossing, hurting, and getting close for some time, but it was the first time they spoke. After the two conversations, the atmosphere in the room seemed to have undergone some subtle changes, especially when Fan Xian asked his name, the little emperor let his long black hair brush his handsome face, stretched out Fingertips slid across the other's painted eyebrows in some confusion, and said in a rustling voice: "You can call me Doudou at this time."
"War Doudou?"
Fan Xian only had time to ask a question back in his mind, and then he took a deep breath, because she gently swayed her waist and hips, and slowly sat down on his lower abdomen. Sitting down, her brows were all wrinkled, as if she was in extreme pain.
The mountain road is narrow, and although it is already covered with mud, it is even more difficult to travel. If you want to cross the Yellow River and the ice-blocked river, you will climb the Taihang Mountain and the snow-covered mountains.
Fan Xian's chest rose and fell, and his hands subconsciously slid down her alluring waist, gently placed them on the two soft lumps deep in the clothes, and gently pinched them. Dreaming of the boat.
The road is difficult, and there are many divergent roads. Where is it now? She bit her lower lip lightly, feeling a slight pain, but she refused to let go of the jade hands that were pressing on Fan Xian's shoulders for a moment. She moved her body slowly and even forcefully, the burning pain made her look extraordinarily serious. , like a king conquering all difficulties and obstacles in the world.
Seeing this scene, Fan Xian was moved, even a little confused, and subconsciously began to fiddle with his hands. I don't know how long it took, the ice and snow gradually melted, the wind and the waves broke, and the sea gradually turned to the sea. The two slowly came together, hugged each other tightly, trembling with pain, trembling with intoxication, and finally floating into the water. The woman's heart trembled with shame.
As the days passed and the twilight faded away, the men and women on the bed slid up and down, although they were silent and stubborn, even though they were fragrant and obstinate, no one was willing to admit defeat, no one was willing to bow their heads. Once the emperor and the courtiers, on the big bed, the relationship between the emperor and his ministers has long been chaotic.
It's exactly: Fangjing once swept away the bitter guests and got drunk, the **** bloomed for the king for the second time, where will all the peach blossoms go, and Liu Lang from the past is here again.
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At the end of the war, it was Fan Xian who managed to return to the top. He did not know how many times he fought this stubborn woman, and finally succeeded in taking advantage of the moment when the other party was weak, and took back the active control. This battle was extremely crazy and brutal. Fan Xian leaned on her body panting, looking at the wound on his shoulder from the corner of his eye, and found the bloody flesh bitten by the woman below him, he couldn't help but feel palpitations.
Looking down, I saw that the jade girl in her arms was no longer the usual high-ranking emperor, her cheeks were dizzy like Xiafei, her eyes were blurred, her thin lips were slightly parted, her breath was like blue, and she was very tired. How is she different from ordinary women? The only thing that was a bit glaring was the green mark on her snow-white chest. Fan Xian thumped in his heart, thinking to himself why he was so rough before
After the man gets what he wants and explodes, he will change from a beast to a hypocritical saint. He will be willing to light a cigarette and read a newspaper, but he will definitely get away from the entanglement of the woman in his arms immediately. Fan Xian was no exception, but he gently hugged the little emperor's naked body, but did not leave, but looked at her quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.
This scene actually happened as early as four years ago, but at that time Fan Xian was not awake at all and didn't know what happened. Today's feelings are so real that he can't help feeling absurd. Feeling like - this woman with long hair and shoulders is the emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty, the king of a country, but at this moment she is curled up in her arms like a little rabbit.
The little emperor was tired, his eyes were closed, his short eyelashes fluttered slightly, he probably wasn't asleep, but he was hugging Fan Xian's waist, refusing to let go, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he sighed contentedly.
Looking at this scene, Fan Xian should be proud, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a chill because he remembered a movie he had seen in his previous life.
It's the "When Sally Met Harry" that everyone loves. Meg Ryan finally slept with Billy Crystal, her best friend of more than ten years, while crying and snotting, and then ended up with big dicks like this Mouth, sighing contentedly—like a pregnant female praying mantis, ready to eat the feast of the male mantis later.
Today's bedtime story between Fan Xian and the little emperor is actually so inexplicable and natural, she also cried, at a certain moment before.
So Fan Xian felt scared, he was afraid that he would become a male praying mantis.
At this moment, the little emperor opened his eyes and woke up. He didn't pick up the thin quilt to cover his naked body, but just exposed it brazenly in front of Fan Xian, as if this place was still her country. , Fan Xian is her courtier.
After being silent for a while, she suddenly gave Fan Xian a look full of complicated emotions, and said with a smile, "I am your woman now."
Fan Xian didn't know what he should say at this time, but he still felt extremely awkward hearing these words, "I'm going to be on top, I'm your woman now, I...zhen... It's such a headache-inducing word.
The little emperor sat up, combed his hair naturally in front of Fan Xian, looked at the night outside the window, and said word by word: "I can assure you that there will never be another man in this life. Of course , I will not ask you not to find another woman, but you should understand... Since I have become your woman, my country is also your country, you need to put more effort into it."
There was no light in the dark room, and no one came to disturb the sword hut, as if this was a forgotten corner. In the darkness, Fan Xian listened to these cold words, frowned and turned his face coldly, only to see the little emperor... no, the tear falling from the corner of Zhan Doudou's eyes. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)