Chapter 14 Dream

She moved her eyes and couldn't help dodging. He looks weird today, and she thinks it's probably because she hates her.

She sat with her toes and timidly watched him come over. His arrogant body was like a mountain, and it was getting dark at dusk. He stood behind his back window and his face was hazy. She couldn't see his expression clearly, but she felt a vague fear. It's always like this, which makes her overwhelmed when she is silent.

He has indeed drunk wine, with a sweet and non-sweet hot fragrance. She raised her head and said carefully, "Why do you drink so much wine!"

He sat down, put his arm on a few short, and smiled with his forehead, "Wine can relieve thousands of sorrows. Have you ever heard of it?"

His face was full of a completely different gentle and charming look, because of his slow movements and even a little unspeakable enchanting. Her chest was pounding, which made him feel strange. She didn't know what he wanted to do. She blindly looked at her, looked at her, and made her hair stand on end.

She swallowed with difficulty, "Yong Yu, you know how much alcohol hurts your body."

His sarcastic eyes became more and more obvious, "What is injury? It's hard to be sad..."

She suffocated and her breathing trembled. She said, "I'm sorry, I did a lot of wrong things to make you unhappy."

A faint light floated in his eyes and reached out to stroke her sharp jaw. Her fingers seemed to take root and slowly stroked her neck. This is the right environment, the right time, only she and him. He waved the pear round table in front of him, and his mind was confused. He leaned over and held her tightly in his arms. The pain in my heart made me numb, and there was a different impulse. He stroked her earlobe and forgot his previous hatred for her. She was a good medicine for him. He never thought that he would have today, like a fool and madman, tortured to death by her, but he still did not repent.

He kissed the corners of her mouth, "Warm, I love you."

She shocked, held his face and sobbed, "Me too... Me too, I also love you, Rong Yu."

But there are so many obstacles! He couldn't figure out anything in his mind. He hugged her tightly and kissed her. She took off her half arm and stuck her hot lips to her glowing collarbone. Since you are crazy, do you still have to worry so much? He lived in a frame, as if he were being tortured. She gasped gently and pressed against his ear. He suddenly remembered the way she undressed in front of Lan Sheng and couldn't help but be a little angry.

There is always a chaotic time between the intersection of the sun and the moon. He pulled her corset in the half-brightness. But she was shocked, shrank back, and said no with her nose.

The more she shirks, the more grumpy he is, "Why not? Have you ever been with him?" He gritted his teeth and wanted to find a tie on his thin back. Her resistance was not worth mentioning to him. He easily touched the fine silk and hooked it with one finger to clean the obscure cover.

I don't know how to describe it... He is dazzling. She bit her lip and silently covered it with her hand. He heard the sound of the bow and string breaking in his mind. At this point, I don't want to think about anything. He separated her hand and leaned over, and the soft milk had its heart beating independently. Like a chick's beak, like a blooming flower, it simply drives him crazy.

She muttered uncontrollably and was afraid, but she didn't want to stop him. She loves him so much that she is at the end of the road, and there may be a new turning point.

She danced on the tip of his tongue, arched her back tightly, could not withdraw, and was sucked into a dizziness by him. He muttered her name and kissed her lips again. She could hardly breathe. The gold thread embroidery on his robe was close to her ** skin, and she poked with a slight movement. She held her hand against him, but he needed more suitable contact.

He stood up and untied her waist, and she was so shy that she didn't dare to look at it. I was just worried that he was drunk and confused. She was sober. She should have refused, but she couldn't bear to let go at such a sweet moment. Under her body was a slightly cool cushion, which was a little chilly, and she eagerly longed for his warmth. He reached out to hook his neck, and he took off his clothes. His hot and strong body was closely entangled with her. She foolishly thought that he was flesh and blood, he was also an ordinary person, and he also had desire.

She frowned and sighed, what an ambitious person she was, and she was still thinking about it at this moment. He dominates his feelings and owns his body, and he can't escape from it. She occupied everything, and he was hers. Zhixian was defeated... The only thing she is sorry for is Lan Sheng, and she can't drag on like this anymore. Maybe there should be a break tomorrow...

He didn't allow her to flash away, molted her silver mud and threw her into a new round of flame. His fingers swam at the bottom of the peak, as cautious as his cautious character.

Boo are so astringent and nervous that their hands are sweaty. But at present, this situation has been outlined countless times in my mind, and now that it has become true, I can't stop.

When he covered her body, she knew that everything was unavoidable. She stared wide in the dark, afraid but looking forward to it. He held her crotch and went deeper and deeper. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and she raised her hand on his back. He sank again, and she was in pain and couldn't wait to curl up. Her nails were deeply embedded in his skin, and she moaned brokenly, "Rong and..."

He penetrated with all her strength, and she couldn't help screaming, but sucking cold air. In the dark, his eyebrows were not real. She had to touch them and asked tremblingly, "Rong Yu, is that you?"

He muttered inexplicably, "It seems to be true."

There was no time for her to react, and he fell like a storm. She only felt torn, like a sugar man picked up on a bamboo stick, which was divided into two halves. She turned pale with pain and had to strangle his waist, "Don't move..."

He really stopped. She gasped in pain, sweat and tears mixed together, and she couldn't open her eyes. It's just for a moment. He can't restrain it anymore. It's not like the lingering as imagined. It's simply a deadly battle. Desperate, with a breath of despair. Expedition, and then melt in the blood.

The moon emerged from behind the clouds, and half of the mutilated face rippled on the water. I don't know how long it took. When I opened my eyes, a shadowy light leaked from the window. She moved, but it was still hot and painful. As if she had a dream, she covered her eyelids and sorted out her memories. Then look down at your body, which is not bloody, blue, white and purple, like the color of a corpse.

She suddenly felt panicked and rushed to see him. He was on the side and breathed evenly. She blushed before she was sure it was him. How crazy! She couldn't remember how all this happened. She only knew that the rice had become a cook. Is the situation becoming simpler or more complicated now?

It's dripping. Looking at it from the light, it's already midnight. The lake is very humid and I don't feel a little cold. She put on her skirt with stiff arms, and her crotch was pressed under him. She hesitated to pull. Originally, she wanted to give him a quilt, but when she pumped her hand, he woke up.

She was stunned. He sat up and watched her grab a dress and cover her chest. For a moment, he couldn't recover. It seemed that after thinking about it for a long time, he subconsciously looked at himself again and was stunned.

She has never seen him like this. He has always been calm, but he panicked at this moment. She watched him quickly put on his coat and retreated several steps in a row, with an incredible look on her face.

What should she say about his performance? She was disappointed that the wedding night happened in advance. Without fine green houses and new quilts, it was like a wild/dew couple. And is it wrong for him to react like this? If so, it's too far wrong.

He racked his brains to recall, and his headache was about to crack. He thought it was a dream, but it was true! He panicked and didn't know how to face her. He is ashamed, Bu Nuan - his niece! Even if he fell in love, he never wanted to touch her at all. Now that he has done this, he has become a beast! What should we do next? He fell down with his head in his hand. He did something unreasonable to her. He thought about it and couldn't wait to slap himself a few times.

She quietly turned her back to wear her chest and tied her head behind her neck. The snow-white shoulder was enchanting under the moonlight. His heart trembled and he tried to feel guilty and said, "bu nuan, I'm sorry for you..."

She had a meal, but she didn't want to hear him apologize. Because of this opening, nine times out of ten, a few turning words will follow. She was holding her breath. What does he mean? At this point, is there any room for cowardice? Is he not as responsible as she thought? Did she misread him? Or did he privately think that she gave her body to him, and she was cheating him?

She put on her clothes and stood there, her hair was messy, and she subconsciously rakeed. She was waiting for him to speak, and there was no pain in her body. She was so cold that she couldn't even stand still.

"And then?" She held her arms, shrank, and smiled sadly, "It doesn't matter. I don't want you to be responsible... Really! You're not wrong. At best, you're not virtuous after drinking.

Instead, he had nothing to say. Seeing her shrinking together, he pulled his robe to wrap her around her. Hold her in her chest and kiss her smooth forehead. The heart is like a crack, and blood and life flow out of it. He said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, I'll think about it. I can't make you so unclear."

The corners of her eyes were wet, and her stubborn posture softened. He turned around and put his neck, buried his face in his arms, and said, "What are you going to do?"

He is also at a loss, only talking about ideas, but there is no completely feasible plan. She was really caught off guard by this sudden accident. From today on, her relationship with him is no longer a nephew. She has become his woman, and he must pay for what he has done. He is a man, no matter how much pressure he is under. He stroked her face, "I want to resign and take you outside..." He smiled frankly, "Didn't you always want to leave Chang'an and fly away? I promise you that we will go to a place where no one knows. We will worship and I will marry you.

Instead, she was stunned and seemed to feel that it was too easy to come. If I think about his words again, I can't help crying. Did he promise to marry her? I never dared to have extravagant expectations, but I didn't expect to wait until this day.

She circled him harder and harder, "Yong Yu, how happy I am... But I always can't bear to ask you to give up your fame."

He gently stroked on her long hair, "I can't care about that much now. At present, I have a wife and everything I have, and it's extravagant to be an official or not. However, resignation cannot be achieved overnight, ranging from a few months to three or five years. I'm afraid you can't wait to delay you.

It has been one for a long time, so there is no delay! When she heard him say, "It's enough to have a wife, tears surged out uncontrollably. He kissed him deeply with trembling lips, and his lips and teeth depended on each other again, and both of them gasped. She said, "I'll wait. I'll wait for as long as I can."

I vaguely saw hope and unprecedented relaxation for each other. Any moral constraints have become insignificant. Once people are forced into a desperate situation, everything will be put down. What else is there to avoid? He touched her hand, "Is it still cold? Sit down to Hu**."

She blushed and looked like a little daughter-in-law. She pouted and said in a simple voice, "You hug me."