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When entering the gate of Chongzhou, the speed of horses and wagons does not decrease.
Zining looked out the window of the carriage, everyone's expressions were strange, and they whispered and pointed. Chongzhou is where the Wulin League is located, and half of the city is full of people from the rivers and lakes, who are well informed. The matter of Jinhong Pavilion has spread throughout the city.
Looking at Yanji again, he was indifferent as usual and didn't care.
Cars and horses rushed, entering the east gate and exiting the south gate. It was already past noon when they arrived at the southern suburbs courtyard.
It gets hotter every day after summer.
After returning from the bath and washing the dust, she was scalded with sweat all over her body. Ice was used in the room. It was cold and hot, and Zi Ning was shocked.
Yan Ji frowned and told her: "Come here."
Zi Ning walked towards him.
He has deep internal skills and has always been afraid of cold and heat. Sitting there is refreshed, cool and sweat-free.
She sat beside Yanji, and he said, "Stay away from the ice." So as not to get cold and hot.
Zining used to be very weak.
In Jingzhou, the weather was mild and Zining rarely went out of the house, but it didn't show up. But after the hottest summer of last year, Yan Ji set off for Mobei, and she fell ill all the way.
The doctor came to see her every day, and she was not allowed to drink medicine, saying that she was not sick, but physically weak. If you eat well, you will be well after raising her. For many years, what she ate in Xiangsilou was flowers, fruits, and minced medicinal porridge, which nourished her skin, hair, figure, and fragrance. She didn't care about her physique. She was like a bright and gorgeous apple. The inside is already empty.
It's just that the harder Zining eats, the worse he vomits. Her intestines and stomach are already very fragile and can't digest any nutritious things. In addition, she can't stand the bumps, hot, cold, and frequent fever, but she loses a circle in a few days.
She was alone in a carriage, lying untidy, her hair was not combed, and her face was as white as paper.
When Yanji came in to see her, Zining covered her face with her sleeve and turned to the side. She was embarrassed to describe her embarrassment without dressing up.
He said, "I teach you the inner strength and mental method."
Zi Ning was startled.
He said: "Mobei is extremely cold in winter, extremely hot in summer, spring and autumn weather is unpredictable, wind blowing and sandy, unsuitable for living. If the people give birth to frail and juvenile children, most of them die at a young age."
"The parents sent them to the Yan family. Having studied martial arts for several years, all of them live, and when they grow up, they are far better than others."
Zi Ning was at a loss for a while. It's good to learn Wu to build a healthy body... But she is no longer young, and she is at the age of marriage. She had never heard of anyone who started learning martial arts so late.
The sleeve covering his face was lowered unknowingly.
Yan Ji glanced at her face, only feeling pale and pitifully thin. He didn't care about her unrefined noodles, and ignored her refusal to speak up, so he started teaching her.
She followed the study crookedly, her studies were messy, and she never recovered from her illness, but she kept on going.
The wheels kept turning, she watched the sky getting higher and higher, and the trees along the road gradually became sparsely branched, turning from green to yellow. In the end, she started to learn her internal skills and saw the sand in the desert.
Then it was a year.
After learning Wu, she got better and better, and now it's not a problem to run with Yanji while holding the Wushao sword, but he often feels that she is weak.
He is a very good host.
It's just that it doesn't belong to her alone, there are no flaws in her body, so she can't start.
Zi Ning quietly raised her head to look at him, Yan Ji turned her head thoughtfully: "How is the internal strength training?"
She moved her hand and put her white wrist in his hand.
Yanji put her finger up, and the rough callus was pressed against the inner side of her wrist, warm and itchy.
As the teacher who taught her inner strength, he used to check her inner strength in this way. But after the relationship changes, it seems that even simple touches have no meaning, which makes people imaginative.
Zining's fingers curled up and heard him say "very good".
She has always liked hearing these words.
Yan Ji looked at her and pressed the corner of her mouth. It was a fleeting smile.
She seldom laughed, and once she laughed, it made him feel like a fire in his heart. The hand on her wrist involuntarily turned into a grip, Yanji grabbed her and pulled it gently.
"...Zining."
He whispered to her, and she looked up. There is a light pink trace in the gap between the collar, which is the kiss he left last night.
He lowered his head and leaned forward, Zi Ning's eyelashes fluttered like a slightly surprised butterfly wing. When she looked at him, she couldn't tell what it was.
It's just not rejected.
Yan Ji kissed, she didn't avoid it.
She is getting more and more submissive. Like now, the tip of his tongue was against the base of her tongue and entangled in a presumptuous manner. She couldn't breathe, and she just leaned in his arms and opened her mouth, shaking and letting him taste.
She was too bully, as if she wanted him to be free to treat her without restraint. As long as he saw her accepting, he didn't have the slightest self-control.
Things will become unmanageable.
At first he just wanted to get closer, but once he met her, he couldn't stop.
A little more, a little more.
Always make her cry.
Stretching out the palm of her hand to support her back to prevent her from falling down, Yanji held the tip of her tongue, licking the sparkle that was too late to swallow her lips.
Zi Ning panted quickly, his ears and face turned red, and his fingertips gripped his shirt tightly.
His hands slid down, supporting her knees, and hugging her to her knees. He stroked her thigh up through the clothes, rubbed her belly, and looked at her face intently.
The skin under her palm is delicate and smooth even through the clothes. She was touched by him, and her chest rose and fell with breathing. His fingertips rubbed her soft flesh, sinking into the depression of her belly button and trying to go inside. stamp.
Zining looked at each other with water in his eyes, his lips were slightly swollen, and his abdomen was tightened by the touch.
...Want to give her her own life.
Yanji panted restrainedly, holding her chest up with her hands. His summer clothes were thin. He found the small and soft nipple on his fingertips. After flicking it twice, the two little things became hard and stand upright. Folding his fingers together, the milk spilled from his fingers.
She breathed in lightly and twisted in his arms, her legs clamped tightly together.
She is supple, sensitive and quiet. But at the same time greedy, seductive, and hot.
It frightened him and made him lose control.
He kept touching her through the clothes, but he didn't know if he should continue or stop.
Obviously, I just wanted to see her inner strength cultivation level, but it became like this again. When she touched her wrist, she wanted to touch other places, every part of her was like this... Then...would she blame him for his indulgence, irrespective of severity, full of nasty thoughts...
Yan Ji hesitated, palms But he had his own opinion, repeatedly rubbing her, chest, abdomen, waist and hips, every inch of skin under the clothes that could not be touched by others was scratched by his fingertips.
The daylight shining through the window was still bright, and the ice in the room was cold and melted after absorbing heat, turning into water and dripping slowly.
Zining felt hotter and hotter and almost dried out.
His hand made her tremble, and she could feel the tremor of his heart beating, as if he could hit her directly through the body.
His lower body pressed against her, hard and hot, ready to move.
Zi Ning looked at his face and untied his belt with his fingers wet.
She wants him.
---37---
The belt was untied and slid down from his thin white fingertips.
Zining's hands reached through the gaps in the clothes, pulling away the clothes one by one, revealing his chest.
She glanced at him, bit her lip, pushed his clothes down, revealing his naked body.
Slender neck, straight and broad shoulders... See you tomorrow, but every time she sees it again, she still feels dizzy.
It's too hard to fascinate this person. She felt a little unconscious when she saw him.
And more and more unconscious.
Zi Ning's breath was blowing on the side of his neck, his lips almost pressed to his collarbone, and Yanji's Adam's apple rolled.
She unbuttoned his pants, and the big flesh-colored sex organ stood upright. It has endured for too long, and a little crystal fore-liquid flowed out from the small hole at the top, and the pillar's meridian stretched out, jumping suddenly, looking terrifying and terrifying.
Zi Ning swallowed instinctively, she reached out and touched it, and the flesh was a little rounder and shook heavily.
Yanji whispered hoarsely.
His unbearable and evil desires were always exposed to her again and again. He was almost out of control and made a fool of being jabbed like this by her.
"...Zining." Yan Ji panted, her lower abdomen contracted and ups and downs, and her soft hands were held by her five hard fingers. He didn't want her to play like this again, but he didn't know where to put her hand.
Obviously they have such soft and tender hands, but as long as she touches him lightly, it will pain him to panic.
The confused thoughts made his heart beat wildly. He looked at Zining's blushing cheeks, opened his mouth wickedly, put her fingers in his mouth, first held three fingers and sucked, but quickly turned into a bite, Sen. The white teeth fell into the soft flesh of her fingertips, and it hurt slightly.
She saw his bright red and moist tongue flashing past his teeth. He lowered his eyes and licked her fingertips, opened his mouth inch by inch and bit all three of her fingers into his mouth, sucking around her with his tongue.
Her fingertips swayed slightly, and she could touch the base of his tongue and the inner wall of his mouth. It was warm and slippery, and the soft and tender flesh was close to her and sucked.
He couldn't close his lips, and a gleam of sparkle came out of the corners of his lips, which flowed down his jaw to the side of his pulse-beating neck, reflecting the moist water.
His appearance...extremely lewd.
He sucked and pushed his palm behind her. Zi Ning hit his chest tightly, and his genitals hit her and rubbed gently, making her hot.
She unintentionally stretched her fingers and touched the depths of his mouth. Yan Ji snorted, resisting vomiting, and her eyes turned red. He pushed the tips of her fingers away with his tongue, gasping to look at her.
Zining felt a sore throat and dry mouth. She subconsciously lowered her head to lick the body fluid that had flowed to his neck, followed the water stain, sucked from the side of the neck to the lower jaw, and then his shiny lips.
Her lips and tongue replaced her fingers, and Yan Ji sucked and bit her tongue in her mouth. She trembled and the base of her tongue was numb and painful.
She propped her head up, grabbed the ends of his hair and tried to get close to him. He rolled up her skirt, then pulled off her profligate pants, exposing her thin white thighs, and pushed the pulsating sexual organs up.
The delicate legs were full of creamy liquid, and she was already moved.
The glans was in a mess, and he tried to push it, but the synovial fluid made him crooked, and the genitals smashed the small standing nucleus, and then hit the fleshy flap stuck to one side by the mucus. Zi Ning let out a small whimper and trembles on top of him.
Yanji let out an anxious sniff. He lifted one of her thighs and rubbed the center of her thigh with a rough and dry palm. The overflowing mucus was wiped away, but Zining twitched a few times to orgasm because of the stimulation of his palm. The new nectar filled the valley of flowers in an instant.
Fortunately, the flexible fingers have found the right intersection, and the huge round head has already opened the petals, breaking through the folds of overlap and pressing, and inserting it against the washed synovial fluid.
The skirts were piled around his waist, and Zi Ning's bare thighs were tight. This position was inserted too deeply, and he was still going in a little bit, as if there was no end.
She hugged Yanji's neck and couldn't breathe, her face flushed.
The ice cubes used to cool the house melted more and more, and it ticked from the ice tray.
Zi Ning felt in a daze that he was melting too, hot and sweating all over, the fluid in the acupuncture points kept gushing, flowing down his thighs.
Yanji finally reached the innermost position, her lower abdomen was close to her, and the bulging egg bag was slightly deformed between her legs.
She panted messily, leaning on him and propped up slightly, trying to stay away. So deep, she suspected that she would be stabbed through.
Yan Ji pressed her waist and hip, and she sat down again, stiff and wailing.
He lowered her head and kissed the side of her neck, and she begged with a choked voice, "
Be shallow first..." Don't be so deep at first.
But her pussy doesn't think so. The tight hole flesh is sucked, moist and hot, constantly squirming, wishing to hold him whole, all, and thoroughly in the hole.
Yanji withdrew a little bit patiently, before moving, the hole meat had already sucked it back tightly.
He panted out of control. In order to repay the infatuation in the vulva, he instinctively thrust his crotch into the deepest place, making Zining sobbing and holding him tightly.
Reluctantly regaining his consciousness, he restrained his palm from rubbing her buttocks forcefully, supporting her with force, maintaining a deeply inserted position, and he got up from the chair.
After a rise and fall, Zi Ning screamed and clamped uncontrollably, numb all over.
"...No..." Being held extremely firmly by him, but the sense of emptiness that hadn't been found still made Zi Ning nervous. She clung to Yanji's bare shoulders, hearing him panting like suffocation, as if she was about to be caught by her. Can't breathe.
Her crotch was twisted tighter, his hands were wet and slippery when he was smeared with lewd liquid, and the skirt piled around his waist fell down, covering the place where the two were connected, and the corners of the skirt dangled.
Listening to her say no, Yanji didn't move, stopped holding her and kissed her, letting her squirm and twist in her cunt, tightly wrapped.
The acupuncture point was full, and the flesh wall was churned until it was almost painful. The less he moved, the deeper it became painful. The slow and gratifying pleasure became tormented because of this stalemate. Zining finally shook his genitals. At once, quietly use instinct to shrink and ease itching.
She was ashamed and slumped to admit defeat: "...Don't break it...be lighter." She was wrapped in soft flesh, pulled out abruptly, and inserted fiercely, the mucous membranes rubbed and made a strange adsorption sound, and the sound of water dripped. .
Yanji hoarsely said: "Okay."
He held her hips and threw it up and down forcefully, violently rubbing the genitals under the crotch, constantly bumping.
The hem of the skirt trembled like waves, revealing half of the trembling snow-white calf. She was swaying with her arms around his neck, and her tight-fitting coat was wet with sweat. She clung to her back and was translucent, which outlined the ups and downs. Scapula.
Torture like torture, and as if in a fairyland, Zining was so dizzy, she hung her shoulders, she shook her hair loosely, twitching unbearably, experiencing several waves of orgasm, wet water soaked the skirt and soaked again. Up his pants.
In a daze, she heard the ice dripping more and more, Yanji gasped and kissed her, the sound of sucking water was sticky, and she was suffocated as if she was submerged.
A large amount of semen shoots into the deepest part, is squeezed by the flesh wall, and sucked into the stomach.
She murmured vaguely between his lips, "Too full..."
Yanji gasped deeply and pinched her to her chest.
---38---
The next day, when Ning Heyanji was practicing swordsmanship, Jinhong Pavilion came.
Yanji killed the Great Elder of Jinhong Pavilion, and the third elder died while fighting against the Demon Cult. There was only one second elder left. When he was at the door, he watched the visitors unkindly and aggressively.
However, after hearing a few words from him, Zi Ning could see that this was not an impenetrable person.
He has a more loyal and trustworthy face than the third elder. He brought all his disciples to the door. Although he was arguing for Yanji to give him an account, his words never touched the bottom line. He was not as reckless as the elder.
Entering the house is only about confidants, two elders mouth is all very hard, but had softened tone and demeanor, with swallow cum discuss: "After three days in front of martial arts league, please Jin Hong Yan master of the house to the door and down an account."
This is It implied that Yanji was asked to play a scene with a statement.
Qian Bi said after he walked: "This is a'good guy'." Smart and long life.
From now on, Jinhong Pavilion may be the only one who has the final say.
Going to check again, Xiangsilou once followed Dong Niang to learn to dance, one of the five people who married the second elder of Jinhong Pavilion and became a concubine. He stayed in deep boudoir for a long time and never saw anyone.
Qian Bi shook her head and smiled: "Acacia..." As if clouds from all directions surrounded him, Zining couldn't breathe. For a moment she wanted to hide with Yanji, but Yanji never hides, and she has no ability to force him.
But the demon cult is hidden in the dark, and with all the power of every family, it cannot be destroyed.
Yan Ji asked people to stare at the second elders of Jinhong Pavilion and act accordingly.
At night, Zi Ning laid the bedding, put down the gauze tent, and sorted the clothes for the next day.
Yanji walked around the screen and looked under the bed, his movements stagnated.
She unexpectedly laid a bedding on her feet.
Since she agreed to reassure each other with him, during this period of time, their hands and feet were tangled together at night, and they were too confused to sort out, and they always ended up with him pressing her on the bed.
They have a good time, or they hug each other to sleep after touching the intimacy, she will stay in his arms until dawn the next day.
But today, before he had time to pester her, she suddenly laid the bedding on her own, as if she drew a line with him again in an instant. Yanji thought in a daze that everything was back to the past when nothing happened.
He just left for a while.
He walked over and picked up the gauze tent, sat on the edge of the bed, and stepped barefoot in the bedding where the foot was on her.
He looked at the bedding and called her: "Zining."
Zi Ning turned to find the clothes, folded them on the side, and looked back at him from the closet. Her quiet eyes fell on him, like a net that captured him.
Under her gaze, Yan Ji couldn't say a word.
I asked her, but she had laid the quilt and had made up her mind.
Begging her if she would laugh at him for being obsessed and indulgence.
He only let out a breath, and forbearedly said: "Take a rest."
Zi Ning blew the lamp, lay on his side, and pulled the quilt with his back facing him.
Yanji lay on the bed without calling her.
She was relieved in her heart.
There is nothing wrong with this.
Before making the bed, she hesitated for a moment whether to share the bed with him, but looking at his pillow and scab sword, she remembered her identity again.
She is still a handmaid. If she rashly climbed onto the bed, wouldn't it be disgusting. After all, even if Yanji had a stronger desire before, she never sang songs every night... He obviously didn't mean that tonight.
She is his near-water platform after he has become lustful. The more he is like this, the less he can be boring.
Yanji lay on the bed, listening to her movement in the translucent gauze.
She lay there very well, breathing smoothly and smoothly, and was already drowsy.
He couldn't sleep, opened his eyes and counted her breaths. It is warm and soft, close at hand, but it is really separated by a distance that is not easy to cross.
Xia Ye was already sultry and hot, with the tent hanging down, making Yanji out of breath.
The Wushao sword was pillowed by him, hard and cold, and he was sober as if sword energy rushed into his head.
He gently opened the transparent gauze tent.
She has fallen asleep.
Zining lay under his bed unconsciously, like every night of the year. Whenever she fell asleep, Yan Ji was thinking about it. He longed for her to open her eyes and smile at him, longed for her to hold on to his fingertips, leaning on his chest to breathe.
Now he can touch her as soon as he reaches out, and knowing that she will not resist, he doesn't have to worry anymore.
But he couldn't stretch out that hand for a long time.
Today she doesn't want to. He can't help it.
Obviously, he had been close so many times, as long as she moved, he was beaten back to hell again.
Before she knew it, Yan Ji was already leaning against the bed, half of her body hanging in the air, reaching out to paint her appearance in the void.
Want to touch her, wake her up, kiss her.
His heart hurts, and he hopes to hold her naked in his arms, then enter her, let her groan for him, and wrap him tightly.
Or do nothing, as long as she is willing to stay by his pillow and let his arms hold her in his arms.
Not daring to wake her up, Yan Ji quietly stretched out her hand to hold a strand of her long hair. The hair was smooth and straight, like good raw silk.
Why did Zi Ning move his back to him in a dream, from lying on his side to lying flat, that strand of long hair slipped from his fingertips, Yan Ji put away his empty hand.
He sighed in a low voice and withdrew his suspended body, the bed shook slightly, driving the pedals.
Zining was not completely asleep yet, she was awakened in a daze, thinking that he had something to ask, she said with a dull nasal voice: "Master" is in the dark night, seductively thinking.
Yan ji Adam's apple rolling. He could not speak, but moved a little, and made a deliberate movement to prove that he was not asleep.
Zining was more awake, she half propped up from her feet: "Master, do you want water?"
Her voice was drowsy and softer than usual.
Yanji turned over and leaned against the edge of the bed, closer to her.
She was lying on the footrest beside the bed, a bit shorter than him. If you make the pedals higher and put them on the side of the bed, they can sleep together.
Zi Ning was completely awake.
Seeing Yanji's silence, she sat up on her feet. Bo was lifted aside, she leaned close to the bed, wanting to see what Yanji wanted, and gently tapped her finger on the bed.
But he didn't touch the bed, but the body that almost fell close to the bed, Zining's fingertips resting on his lower abdomen.
His body temperature is hot, and his body wrapped in lewd clothes is full and powerful. She just touched it lightly, and he grumbled hoarsely.
"...Master." Zi Ning swallowed, not knowing what to say.
Did he think again...
Yan Ji only whispered, "...Closer to me."
Zining was already kneeling on the footrest, close to the bed, she didn't know how to get closer, and didn't move for a while.
Seeing this, Yan Ji suddenly pressed her shoulders and put her long legs down from the bed, her knees and calves falling into the bedding where her feet were resting.
His knees were in the gap between her calves, and Yanji wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged her in her arms from behind.
She is here, then he will come down.
---39---
Zi Ning was shocked, and was pressed by his waist.
Behind him, his genitals had half raised his head, and he pressed her buttocks gently.
Yan Ji couldn't wait for a moment to send
her to bed. He actually got off the bed and knelt on the foot with her. The place was too small, the two people hugged each other so crowded, and the feet were low, she could even see the cracks between the bricks and stones on the ground, as if they were kneeling on the ground overlapping.
Zining felt his chest close to her back, his body was heavy, adding a little bit of weight, pressing her slowly down her upper body.
She took a deep breath, her knees and palms supported her body, her buttocks were raised, and the height of the lowered shoulders was slightly shaken by him.
The genitals rubbing against her hips made her abdomen slightly itchy. He lay on her, licking his lips and tongue behind her ears, maintaining a posture like beasts, breathing heavily.
His crotch hit her lightly.
Zi Ning swallowed. She couldn't see his face and couldn't hold him. A cold on his hips, he unbuttoned her trousers, rubbed his palms on her hips, revealing the soft flesh of the heart.
Her flesh flap was torn apart along with the hip flap, and her acupuncture point opened and closed timidly, spitting out a drop of moist dew.
"Master..." There was no sound from her throat, and she could only mutter weakly.
Yanji kept silent, only holding her earlobes, her chest pressed tightly on her back, and her arms trembled, unable to support the weight of the two.
Finally, the arm was unable to support, and he spread out, giving up resistance. Her head and neck were buried in the bedding, Yanji still clinging to her ear, in the same posture as her.
His arm ran through her waist and lifted her lower body. With her head high and her hips low, Zi Ning's cheeks were bloodshot, her small acupoints shrank a few times in shame, secreting more synovial fluid, and her legs trembled.
Yanji stretched one hand in from her lower abdomen, passed through her open thigh, and pressed the core of her top to slide and rub.
Zi Ning twitched a few times, whimpered, her waist trembles, and her knees shook.
Yanji leaned on her and followed her. He gasped for breath, rubbing his fingers on the nucleus for dozens of times, and she let out in a low voice. He touched the vicinity of his small cunt, and it was all viscous liquid.
He released the genitals and put it between her tender legs, rubbing the wet glans. He bit her ear and whispered: "I'm going in."
Zi Ning shivered, "Well", her voice was extremely lustful, and the next moment she was almost overwhelmed, the saliva splashed out of her acupuncture point and her lower abdomen twitched like a spasm.
He suddenly inserted in fiercely, and walked in as much as possible.
The tightly twitching flesh wall was broken open, and even if there was enough lubrication, there was a bit of dull pain and extreme pleasure of being forced open.
Yan Ji groaned in a low voice, grabbed her waist so that she wouldn't fall down, and thrust her in a simple and profound way. He led her in chaos and disorder, kneeling on her feet and dangling.
With her head buried in the bedding and her chest hanging in the air, her breasts trembled, numb and itchy.
Zining turned his head and wiped the physiological tears into the bedding. She was afraid of being pushed down and fell to the ground. She grabbed the edge of the pedals with both hands in vain, and raised her hips high, letting his roots rub against him.
The nectar flowed down the junction, and Zi Ning heard the sound of water. He inserted too hard, the liquid in the acupuncture point was squeezed out when he deepened, and with the thrusting action, it splashed on Zining's pair of snow milks, she shrank slightly, and her lower body was wrapped tighter.
Yanji thrusts harder and deeper.
Such a special and unfamiliar posture brings a strong sense of pleasure. Zi Ning was convulsed and was sent to the top again. She was panting and lost her mind when she heard him suddenly call her.
"...Zining."
She couldn't hear her clearly, her thighs trembled, the bones all over her body were crisp and soft, and her waist collapsed.
Yan Ji's arm forcefully picked her up again, her genitals pierced fiercely from bottom to top, her fleshy folds were almost flattened, and the hard glans was thrust into the deepest.
She sobbed, a large amount of fluid gushing from her acupuncture point, her waist and hips twisted to escape, but every inch of sensitive inner wall was rubbed by the thick and long sexual organs and itching and itchy, the pleasure was hot, and her face was full of tears.
Yanji lifted her lower body, and her hips kept leaning up to touch her buttocks. The thick and long flesh was hesitated by the tender and moist holes.
It was inserted hard, the mouth of the hole was white, and the hip was red when he was patted by his lower abdomen. It was pulled out quickly, and the soft flesh in the hole was wrapped up and dragged out, and the color was worn down to a bloody red. The obscene liquid was violently thrust into a white foam, making a sticky sound.
Yanji panted heavily. He was frowning frequently by his tight small holes. The collision had already lost control, but he still wanted to catch the fleshy bead on her waist. He was squeezing and rubbing, causing the swollen and red flesh to erect and twitch. .
Xiaoxue's honey water poured more and more, and was brought out by his fleshy organ, dripping wet the bedding laid under the two of them.
Zining was sobbing and crying, sweating all over. Her mind was blank, and her forehead and head became numb with the excitement. She was soft and red, and she couldn't help convulsing when she touched it.
Yan Ji was still walking in and out of her body. He gasped anxiously, sighed tremblingly, and then moaned uncontrollably.
She clamped too tightly, shrank too frequently, too wet and too hot.
The genitals pulsated in her body, and he pushed her back and forth dozens of times, raising her buttocks and hitting the innermost.
The extremely sensitive inner wall was fiercely shot in by the thick spirit. Zining struggled violently, but couldn't do without the restraint of his arm. He hugged his arms tighter and tighter, and the whole person and her were close to each other, as if to break two pieces. Human bones and flesh, squeezed into one again.
Zi Ning moaned feebly, she cried in a mess and flushed.
Yanji deliberately put all the weight on her, he let go of the arms that supported her buttocks, and pressed her whole body tightly in the bedding wet by the kinky water. The sex organs remained in her body and did not want to withdraw. Two legs are entangled with her, arms are wrapped around her body.
The two people hugged and rolled together. The night was too hot to breathe, and they were reluctant to separate.
Pedal naturally couldn't sleep. After cleaning again, Zining went back to bed with him. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow.
Yan Ji hugged her tightly.
...Finally came to his arms again.
When Ning woke up the next day, Yan Ji seemed to have been awake for a long time and was looking at her.
His expression was a bit lazy, he resolved the piercing sharpness between his brows and eyes, and his eyes turned out to be a bit gentle.
Zi Ning almost thought that he had become a black sheath sword in an instant.
Fortunately, this illusion was fleeting, and when they both washed and dressed, everything returned to normal.
Yesterday's posture was a little inappropriate. Her waist was sore, her legs were very soft, and the nucleus between her legs was swollen by him, and she felt a dull pain.
Before Yanji went out to practice swordsmanship, she took a pill of refuge. Take warm water and re-plug the bottle.
He packed up and turned and turned back, Zi Ning saw Yan Ji standing at the door.
---40---
Yanji is watching her.
He stood at the door for too long, which made Zi Ning feel a little weird from the bottom of his heart.
The sky outside was overcast, and the room was also covered with a layer of gloomy bleakness. Yan Ji stood backlit, her eyes dark.
I don't know why, she also stood there and didn't want to move.
He walked in slowly from the door and stood beside her. When he raised his hand to reach behind her, his sleeve was swept across her. He picked up the inconspicuous vial on the table, opened the cap, and sniffed.
Zining inhaled gently, as if smelling the bitter taste of the pills with him.
"..." Yan Ji glanced sideways at her.
The two bodies almost touched each other. She didn't know what she was thinking. The black hair fell on her cheeks, making her face as white as jade, even a little transparent.
His throat rolled, and said: "This is..."
Zi Ning said, "Avoid medicine."
Yan Ji grabbed the small medicine bottle, her fingers stiff.
These days, with a despicable mind, he deliberately shot inside, deliberately wanting to make her pregnant. He knew that she had said that she didn't want to marry him, but he still secretly hoped that maybe she could change her mind because she was pregnant.
But she can do it herself.
He wanted to tie her up with a child. This behavior even felt contemptuous for him. This way, he was not worthy of being a father or a husband. But he still did.
He thought that if she didn't mention it, she would not find out. He waited for her to become pregnant and desperate. When Yanji did this kind of thing, she was lucky, even secretly happy.
He tried to pretend to be the kind of person she could trust, but after all, he was no different from the people she despised.
Suddenly, the cold ridicule hidden in her eyes when she first met. Yan Ji's sword-holding hand has always been extremely stable, but at this time she trembles suddenly, almost falling off the medicine bottle in her hand.
...She knows it all.
She saw his ugliness clearly.
Zining heard the sound of the medicine bottle being placed on the table, as if he hadn't placed it properly and almost fell over.
This is abnormal.
She raised her head to look at him, but Yan Ji turned away suddenly as if being scalded by her gaze.
He walked away quickly from her.
Yan Ji suddenly became cold.
He didn't look at her all day and didn't say a word to her.
When Zining looked at him, he turned around, leaving her only a back.
Qianbi became surprised, and she asked: "What's wrong with the master?" Zi Ning was speechless, and could only shake his head.
The wind blew in from the window, the leaves rustled, and Zi Ning closed the window. It was cloudy for a whole day, and at night, the rain finally fell, flowing down the eaves.
The silence in the room became more obvious because of the noise of rain.
Zi Ning felt like a superfluous object, and even the sound of breathing made Yan Ji's clean.
He didn't ask her to serve when he took a bath, so he wiped it quickly, put on his clothes, and lay in the bed. But his hair was not dry, and it was still dripping.
Zining washed it out, and through the gauze tent, he saw a piece of the bed sheet soaked with his hair, and he was still lying on his side toward the wall.
He relied on his inner strength, not afraid of getting a headache while sleeping with wet hair, but the bed was wet, so she could only remind him outside the gauze tent, "Master, wipe your hair"
Yan Ji sat up. Turning his head, he saw the bedding on the bedside.
She still has to sleep there.
In an instant, it seemed like a sharp blade ran across his carotid artery, and something invisible but rushing uncontrollably spewed out.
--Is nothing changed this year?
What he did was useless. Did Zining want to dry his hair first, hold the dry cloth and open the curtain, he suddenly looked at her, his eyes were so bright that she chilled.
She was taken aback, and she could have made her hair stand straight from the back of her neck to her back.
Yan Ji said to her: "Zining..."
She looked at him and couldn't move her eyes. She opened her mouth without making a sound.
The lights flickered and the rain rumbling outside the house.
Yan Ji and her looked at each other.
By now, he couldn't see her more and more.
If he treats her like this at the beginning, she would obey
Yanji as she does now, almost without thinking, and then the answer is: Yes. She will be better than she is now.
He still remembered that at the beginning, she contempted his superficial lust in her heart while trying to seduce him and lead everything back to the "right track" she wanted. When she was bought by him, she was ready to give her body, and if he wanted it, she would give it.
His actions were extremely ridiculous to her.
Is there any change now?
Yan Ji didn't know, he was completely blank when he thought that she might dislike him because of his despicable intentions.
He wanted her to say "happy heart" to him. But this kind of sweet words, she can say to countless people countless times, with different sentences in different ways to confess, to make people confused, she does not have to be half sincere.
He wanted her to be tactful under him, but for another "master", she... would do the same.
He alone can't see her heart or understand her feelings.
He has money, power, and force. But these things can only be used for her evaluation, and she can't get sincere.
Yanji has no choice.
Looking into her eyes, Yanji unzipped her clothes stiffly.
The clothes soaked in the water on the wet hair, the thin pants, were all thrown aside. While waiting for her naked, Yan Ji felt like a human being ready to sacrifice his life for God, alive and open for God's inspection, wailing and bleeding.
He raised his head slightly and then dropped, Zi Ning looked at him.
His stalwart figure, slender limbs, broad shoulders and back, make people feel flustered and breathless when exposed on the bed. The wet hair was dark in color and stuck to his body, still dripping.
The skin was shimmering with water.
Zi Ning's eyes flickered, nowhere to fall, from the full and smooth lines between his chest and abdomen to the semi-hard giant between his legs.
The thing became a little bit bigger and thicker in her eyes, which was terrifying and hideous.
Yan Ji's voice was hoarse: "...Zining."
"...Take off your clothes and come up."
Zi Ning swallowed.
He spread his legs and gasped deeply, his chest rising and falling, and the lines of his abdomen swimming.
He looked at her, she was hot and numb in her belly.
"..." Yan Ji pursed her lips. She wanted to explain but couldn't lie about the avoidance medicine. She wanted to ask her but didn't dare to mention it, choked in her heart, for fear that she would contempt her in her heart.
He swallowed the words to his lips with difficulty, and said dryly: "...come up."
Serve him, please him, and surrender him.
...To him.
She can do everything to him.
There was a big red lipstick from the side of his neck to his chest, and sweat oozes from his body. Zi Ning looked at his rolling apple, breathless.
She didn't know what happened to him today, cold during the day, and like this at night...
but she didn't want to care.
She took off her clothes, covered her chest with one hand, and gently crawled in from the bed.