Thirty-eight, Night Love

It's time to go.

Yu Qingcun thought so, so he stood up with his face, turned his back, and said in a hoarse voice with tears on his face, "Zifei, Qingcun said goodbye. Forget to keep it, just think of it as a karma, and get rid of it from now on.

He paused there, and after a moment, he resolutely walked out of the door.

But between pushing the door and closing the door, I saw a gust of night wind blowing into the house, and the lanterns shook violently. Jinglian, who was lying quietly on the couch, looked over and looked at it was so lonely, desperate and desolate.

Suddenly, he couldn't stop being distressed. This farewell, the world is vast, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to see each other again in this life. But he loved the people in this room so much.

His heart beat fiercely on his chest, full of uncontrollable sadness and **. He stood outside the door with all kinds of hesitation, losing his mind. A bold and desperate idea suddenly surged in the chaotic mind.

"... It's a secret system in the palace, and it must be ** to solve it..." He couldn't remember at all that night, but looking at the scars on the Jinglian's body and how crazy he was when he was drugged, he could imagine it. Jinglian didn't care about herself like self-harm for him.

Well, let him be clear at this moment and love him well. Even if it is the last madness, it can leave a sweet thought for the rest of my life, and there will be no regrets.

Seeing that he turned back, Jinglian thought that he had changed his mind and was ecstatic. Under the dim yellow and warm light, he looked at it and was unknowingly touching.

Yu Qingcun's breath was turbid. He raised his hand and gently removed the thin quilt on Jinglian's body. He squatted down, with pilgrimage-like piety, and accumulated full of love. He held Jinglian's face and kissed the handsome facial features carefully and warmly. But he gradually freed a hand and slowly and deeply stroked Jinglian's body. Wherever he went, his clothes were untied.

Jinglian was stunned, but she understood in an instant. He struggled and tried to open his eyes wide, but he saw that Yu Qingcun didn't look at him at all. He couldn't help but despair and knew that it was irreparable. But I saw that his eyes were full of sadness and hatred. But why was everything almost over? At this time, Yu Qingcun came, but he couldn't get up and speak.

He couldn't help but grieve, but suddenly a throbbing came from his lower body, like fire. He immediately set fire all over his body, as if he was going to burn him up. But Yu Qingcun kissed all the way and held it there.

The flames on the case seem to have come over. He couldn't stop Yu Qingcun or his body's reaction.

Such a strong pleasure made him unable to think anymore. Even if his whole body could not move at all at this time, he could still feel the dizzying impact from the depths of his body. It seems to be in a mountain hot spring, warm all over, only lazily feeling the ripples of water waves, happy and sweet.

Yu Qingcun raised his head, and his eyes were red. He didn't know whether it was caused by sadness or desire. He looked at the redness of Jinglian's skin, the sharp ups and downs of Jinglian's chest and abdomen, the indulgence of his eyes, and the faint sigh in the depths of his throat. Unconsciously, there was another surge.

He stood up and saw Jinglian lying there. The body, which had been practicing martial arts for many years, was slender and strong, so fit, full of lust, and everywhere exuded ** belonging to young men. The eyes were slightly gloomy, looking at himself helplessly and tenderly, with a different beauty of despair. He couldn't help it any longer. He also took off his clothes and bent down.

Warm kisses, ** hugs, like an inexhaustible wave, rushing to the cliff persistently and crazily.

What can I do to release the tenderness of the swollen pain in my chest? How can we really and closely entangle with the person I love most and let out a satisfied sigh.

In the chaos of extinction, Yu Qingcun gradually sat there. He took a deep breath and saw that Shen Fang under him was also dizzy. On his forehead, the sweat was fluttering, and the green pine-like breath overflowed like a tide. At this moment, he just wanted to cry.

How can this happiness be so hurtful?

Why didn't God let him and the two become one?

Or, it's good to let this short gathering, long to infinite.

Outside the mountains, the ancient sky, a school of dark blue, no moon. The scattered stars make the night sky darker. There was no sound around, as if they were holding their breath and not to disturb the Chunhua in the depths of the pharmacy.

The lights in the room have long been extinguished. The warm gasp was covered in the dark. The night in the mountains seems to move with it.

A gust of wind came, and the clouds darkened the stars, and there was a drizzle.

After this new rain, I don't know if the Ming Dynasty can hold hands and go to the sunny together.