Looking around, Dongfang Jing couldn't think of anything to keep warm in the dark ice room except her body.
Dongfang Jing frowned, and subconsciously reached out to untie Zongzheng Fusu's belt.
Zongzheng Fusu was empty, and quickly held her little hand, his voice was weak, "Don't take off your clothes, I'm cold."
"Don't be afraid, Fourth Brother, bear with me, I'll help you, it won't be cold later." Dongfang Jing carefully pulled his big palm away as if comforting a child, and then moved swiftly, directly tearing it open. He took off the clothes of the two of them, and his body softened, like a warm little white rabbit, and instantly slipped into his arms.
Dongfang Jing bit her tongue in shame.
At such a critical moment of life and death, the little Huang Ben who was studying at Prince Gong's Mansion with Wuyou that night flashed in her head unexpectedly!
Except for the one time in the cave, almost every time after that, she took the initiative without worry, and she always lay down and enjoyed...to the point where she couldn't bear it!
But this time, in order to save her, Wuyou was obviously too weak to move!
Dongfang Jing suppressed the shame in her heart, replaying the little yellow book that night repeatedly in her mind, learning every move and style of the little yellow book, and transforming the textbook into practice!
She leaned down, covered her warm and beautiful lips, and the tip of her tongue, like a dragonfly on water, quickly passed over every inscription on his body, igniting the cold breath between the two of them, and the hot feeling rushed from the bottom of her heart in an instant come out!
In the darkness, the corners of Zongzheng Fusu's mouth could not help but curl up.
In order to live according to her wish, he held his breath, fell into a deep sleep, and conserved his strength, but he didn't want to be treated by this girl as his injury worsening, dying! As early as when she shook his head desperately, begging him not to die, he was already awake!
But she was lying on his body in such ragged clothes, it was hard for people to think about it. What's more, she is still his legitimate wife...
Right now, he really lost all his strength and was exhausted even taking a breath, but...but there was something clamoring in his body that urgently needed to vent, so he took advantage of the situation and yelled "It's so cold" .
This girl is also really simple, but she has already met him frankly after she worked hard.
"Cold, it's still so cold..." Zongzheng Fusu only felt that where the girl's tongue touched was so comfortable that he felt hearty, and he tilted his neck back slightly, but he kept shouting "cold" in his mouth.
Dongfang Jing was in a hurry and didn't dare to stop at all.
Following the moves in the little yellow book, she tried her best to stimulate the opponent's body.
Zongzheng Fusu was extremely happy, but he didn't dare to cry out, he suppressed it desperately, his fingers grabbed the shawl under him tightly, as if he wanted to pierce it through!
Seeing that he didn't respond, Dongfang Jing worked harder.
Zongzheng Fusu finally couldn't bear it any longer, he murmured, and then pointed to the two inscription areas on his body, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's cold here... well, it's cold here too."
When Dongfang Jing heard this, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. What do you mean it's cold here, and it's also cold here
"Zongzheng Fusu! You lie to me!"
She raised her hand suddenly, and punched the opponent hard in the chest.
Unexpectedly, Zongzheng Fusu was punched hard, and his body curled up in pain, "Third Sister! You are murdering your own husband!"
"Damn you!"
Dongfang Jing was ashamed, dragging her limping right leg, struggling desperately, trying to escape from him!