The early dead mother dressed as the female partner of white lotus (MTL)

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

    Fu Yuan held her wrist with the other hand and her face with the other, feeling the warmth between his lips. Just touching it so lightly, without going any further.

    After three seconds, seeing that the person below him didn't have any intention of flinching, he opened his lips slightly and sucked gently.

    As sweet as the petals, for a long time the lips were separated and pulled out a strand of silver thread, lust but not lust.

    Shen Yushu's face was dyed with a touch of red, and the redness of the breath was not smooth, which complemented the smudged red on the lips.

    Fu Yuan's lips were also stained with the same red due to the intimate contact. "It's sweet."

    Then he kissed again.

    Shen Yushu was immersed in it unconsciously, the soft and waxy touch was like cotton candy, and she subconsciously loosened her teeth when she felt that something came in.

    The storm is about to break out.

    In the next second, Fu Yuan picked up Shen Yushu and walked to the bed. Shen Yushu was in his arms, panting slightly against his chest.

    She was placed gently on the red bed, her long black hair spread out on the red quilt. Black and red are even more attractive, piercing Fu Yuan's eyes.

    He covered himself at once, propped up the bed with both hands for fear of crushing Shen Yushu, and murmured emotionally, "Yushu."

    Thinking of how good he has been to himself recently, Shen Yushu suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around his neck and offered incense. lip.

    The action became more and more intense, Shen Yushu's clothes fell off, her fragrant shoulders were half exposed, her skin was fair and stained with a little red plum.

    The room was silent except for the heavy breathing and coquettish groans. The meteor at the door was shy to hear it, so stay away a little, afraid that she won't hear when the third master calls her, and the hot water is ready.

    For a long time, the waves in the room slowly stopped and turned into silence. When it was over, Fu Yuan leaned on Shen Yushu and panted lightly, and when he recovered, he picked her up to wash.

    Shen Yushu woke up on the bed the next day, only to feel sore, but refreshing.

    It developed completely out of control last night, and the two rolled onto the bed unconsciously. She only vaguely remembered that Fu Yuan called for hot water several times.

    She couldn't help but patted her face and slept as soon as she fell asleep.

    She called Meteor and got up to change clothes. The clothes on her body should have been put on by Fu Yuan after cleaning her up, so she still has some conscience.

    As soon as Meteor came in, he saw his wife leaning against the head of the bed, her exposed skin was full of red marks, showing how intense the battle was last night. She quickly brought clothes to help Shen Yushu change clothes.

    Standing in front of the vanity mirror, Shen Yushu looked at the faint red marks at the collarbone, her face was a little hot, and finally she picked up the foundation and smeared it lightly on it, trying to cover up the marks.

    She leaned lazily on the imperial concubine's couch, looking at the ledger that the maid had specially brought over from the study, bathed in sunlight, as beautiful as a painting.