As soon as Zhao Heng entered the quilt, Song Jianing felt that winter had turned into summer. He had a little pimple just now, and now he was so hot that he was sweating. , the breaths that fell on the side of her face were all as hot as fire. Song Jianing didn't move, he touched her left arm with his right hand, as if he was checking something.
Song Jianing knew and said embarrassedly, "Thank you, my lord, it's not cold anymore."
Although Wang Ye looked cold, he was still so considerate in his memory. When he heard that she was cold, he not only covered her with a quilt, but also warmed her with his body.
"Um."
A soft hum sounded in my ear, probably because it was close, but it sounded a little more gentle than usual. Song Jianing wasn't so nervous anymore and waited silently for him to let go, but King Shou was still holding her. Song Jianing seemed to understand something, she closed her eyes shyly, and after a while, her earlobe seemed to be gently touched.
Song Jianing instinctively shrugged her shoulders, just lightly, as if something swishes from her ears to the soles of her feet, her heart lifted up, and those hot lips slowly moved to her face, saying it was not like a kiss. My dear, biting is not like biting. However, what is it if it is not a kiss? Song Jianing was nervous, honored, and sweet when she thought that the emperor was kissing her in the future. Kiss, it means that King Shou, that is, her husband, likes her.
Eyelashes trembled, Song Jianing carefully held her breath, silently feeling the kiss of King Shou. When he looked at people, his eyes were distant, as if separated by a sea of clouds, but his lips were hot, even hotter than her hot face... As soon as the thought fell, the man kissed her lips, and the half-sweetness in Song Jianing's heart suddenly turned into Nervous, the little hands clenched the mattress.
She didn't dare to open her eyes, she only knew that he was as gentle as water, and only heard a slight humiliating pop, which was when his lips were pressed together and separated. It was the first time that Song Jianing was kissed like this. It wasn't while kissing and moving both hands, or rushing into her mouth when she came up, and there was no frightening heavy breathing.
He seemed to be so calm all the time, but Song Jianing's breathing slowly became heavier, because he was too gentle, she clenched the mattress, then tentatively hugged his waist. His body froze for a moment, Song Jianing felt it, and was so frightened that he immediately put down his hand, and just after leaving, his lips, which were tightly pressed against hers, suddenly curved a curve, should he be smiling
Song Jianing secretly opened his eyes, his long eyelashes brushed against his thin eyelids, Zhao Heng followed, raised his head slightly, and saw her watery almond eyes. Zhao Heng just looked at her with no expression, but Song Jianing thought of the intimacy just now, shyly tilted her head to one side, closed her eyes, and faced him with her blushing cheeks.
"You can hug."
When she heard King Shou say this, Song Jianing couldn't hold back, the corners of her mouth twitched, and then obediently, she hugged his waist again.
Zhao Heng lowered his head and continued to kiss her, only on the lips.
Song Jianing vaguely guessed that he probably didn't know how to kiss, so he squeezed for a while, opened his mouth, and brushed the tip of his tongue over his lips. , holding her waist with one hand, and eagerly untying the belt around her waist with the other.
Song Jianing was a little shy, a little sweet, a little scared, a little expectant, and a little longing, all kinds of tastes mixed with his heat, her mind was chaotic, she acted purely by instinct, a pair of small hands hugged his head, bowed her head See him buried in her arms. Thinking that this is the future emperor, the future emperor is actually doing this kind of thing with her. Before he could do anything, Song Jianing bit his lip and his body went limp.
Dazed, aware of his temptation, unable to find a way, he frantically scrambled, thinking of his mother's reminder, Song Jianing hugged him shyly. His back was tense, and with her help, he finally found the direction, and then he pressed more than half of it all at once!
Song Jianing's cotton-like body was immediately frozen into ice, his fingernails inadvertently sunk into his back, his teeth bit his lower lip, and tears instantly filled his eyes. Zhao Heng looked down, the road was blocked, he groaned and wanted to go further, Song Jianing wanted to endure it desperately, but she was afraid that her little life would really be lost.
"My lord..." Song Jianing hugged him tremblingly, his life was at stake, and he had to do it if he didn't dare to act like a spoiled child: "My lord, let me slow down..."
She was crying, and Zhao Heng looked up, only to see that her little red face turned white at some point, with two strings of tears hanging like pear blossoms, and those tearful almond eyes looked at him pleadingly. Zhao Heng then stopped moving, and his black eyes looked at her uncertainly. Looking at such eyes, Song Jianing suddenly felt infinite grievances, she was so uncomfortable, couldn't he just say a few soft words to coax her
It is the future emperor, but the two are also husband and wife, do they have to live in such a dull life in this life
"It hurts?" Her tears grew more and more, like spring water gushing out, Zhao Heng frowned and asked in a hoarse voice. If she's in such pain, it's better to stop here, because he's panicking anyway.
Song Jianing closed her eyes and opened them again, squeezing away the tears that overflowed before. Seeing him frown, she immediately forgot her grievances, for fear that he would despise her, she hurriedly shook her head and tried her best to show a smile. Zhao Heng saw this, his brows furrowed even deeper, and he was about to leave immediately. Song Jianing was even more frightened, and hugged him in a hurry. In order to prove that she really didn't feel pain, she gave it up and took the initiative to meet him.
Zhao Heng tensed his arms, just about to follow the trend, but saw her face turn even paler.
He was inexplicably annoyed, held her shoulders to prevent her from moving, and said coldly, "Don't force it."
Song Jianing shook his head in a panic.
"Why are you crying?" Zhao Heng asked again.
Song Jianing didn't dare to lie anymore, but he also didn't dare to complain to a prince with a bad mouth that he couldn't coax people. He was staring at him with sharp eyes. Song Jianing was afraid of being seen by him even thinking about the reason. landed on his lips. Although this person doesn't talk much, when he kisses her, he is very enthusiastic.
"My lord, kiss me..." she said uneasily, afraid that he would refuse.
Zhao Heng was stunned.
Song Jianing lowered his eyes, bit his lip, and summoned the last bit of courage: "My lord kisses me, I won't hurt anymore..."
Zhao Heng didn't quite believe it, but when he thought of how she really enjoyed it when he kissed her, he was silent for a moment, lowered his head, and blocked her cool mouth. Song Jianing was looking forward to his coaxing. She could just use her mouth if she couldn't speak. She was afraid that he would leave after a while after kissing her, so her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders like a cane.
Kissing and kissing, she slowly relaxed, and he gradually moved. The candlelight flickered, her vision blurred, and she only felt that he was staring at her from above, rubbing his big hands, like a fairy, but doing things that didn't look like a fairy at all. Song Jianing shyly covered her face, tried to block her with her elbows, but he pushed her away domineeringly. In the end, she just grabbed her with one hand and raised both of her hands to the top of her head, bullying her fiercely, no matter whether she cried or not.
During dinner, Song Jianing could see clearly. He ate four pieces of venison and drank a bowl of soup. At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a deer, galloping on her with joy. , are no longer associated with him.
Song Jianing slept for a while and woke up for a while, in a daze, feeling that his body was smashed by him again, and he was about to kiss her. Song Jianing was tired and sleepy, didn't wake up at all, and dealt with him perfunctorily. In the middle of the night, he already knew how to wake her up as quickly as possible, and bowed his head and went into her arms. Song Jianing let out a "hiss", covered it anxiously, and complained in a low voice, "It hurts..."
All torn.
He changed places.
Song Jianing was in pain everywhere, so sleepy that he forgot his superiority and inferiority. Zhao Heng looked at her in disbelief, looked at her, heard her long breathing, and fell asleep again in a blink of an eye, leaving him naked to hang out outside. Zhao Heng stretched out his hand, almost touching her shoulder, paused, and took it back.
Lying on his back, his body calmed down from the cold, Zhao Heng just pulled half of the quilt and closed his eyes to sleep.
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Thousands of miles away, Xiongzhou, an important border town, is also a prosperous place. The merchants from Daliao and the Central Plains must gather here. Therefore, at night, Xiongzhou still has a good place for men to spend time. Yaoyuelou is the best brothel in the city. The girls in it are more beautiful than the other, and even the maids who serve tea and pour water are all beautiful people.
In the private room on the second floor by the window, Guo Xiao sat in the north, and there were four other military colleagues accompanying the guests. At this time, the four were accompanied by a beautiful singer. Only Guo Xiao was here, and he was alone. Out of the corner of the light, he caught a glimpse of some small movements, or rubbing his chest or pinching his legs. Guo Xiao indifferently retracted his gaze, poured himself a drink, and drank strong wine.
Tonight, it was her wedding candle, just a thought, Guo Xiao's hand clenched the wine glass tightly, as if to crush it.
"Prince, you are all here, let's order a girl, otherwise we will be restrained." A burly black-faced man said, he wanted to go to the room with the beauty in his arms, but the most distinguished one Lord Shizi didn't move, it's hard for them to leave.
"Yes, yes, is it because there are too many beauties in the capital, and the prince despised our beauties in Xiongzhou?" Another slightly fat general quipped.
Guo Xiao smiled, put down the wine cup, and looked at the second person who spoke: "Okay, you go and call the top card here, I'll compare."
The slightly fat general was overjoyed, and immediately shouted to the prostitute. The prostitute knew that Guo Xiao had a noble status, and hurriedly brought over the most beautiful girl, Weiyun. Miss Weiyun is eighteen years old this year, with a slender and graceful figure, wearing a white dress and stepping on a lotus step, like a fairy descending to earth. Seeing Guo Xiao sitting in the north, his face is stern but suave, extravagant, and Wei Yunxiang's cheeks are flushed.
The other four generals were dumbfounded and stared at Weiyun obsessively.
Guo Xiao supported the long table in one hand and the wine cup in the other, and looked up and down Weiyun as if looking at the goods. He admitted that this little cloud was indeed beautiful, but her eyes were not as clear as An An's, nor did An An's fearful defenses look at him. Her face is not as fat as An An's, but it is too fat. He has been wanting to pinch it, but he has never started. Her chest is not An An's drum, her waist is not An An's thin, and her voice is not An An's sweet.
No matter how beautiful, she is not An An.
"Go away." Guo Xiao said coldly before he lowered his eyes to drink.
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