Chapter 70: The Transformation of a Girl

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After Leng Rong changed Bingying's red wedding dress, he held her in his arms and waited for her to wake up. She is now on the verge of forgetting, and he has to wait for her to wake up and guide him step by step.

The two stayed in the room so quietly. After a while, Bingying woke up leisurely. She opened her eyes and saw the man holding him, and there was a trace of confusion in her eyes: "Ceng Rong?" She sat up and suddenly gained strength, but her mind was a little confused. She still remembers the voice of 'only Leng Rong', and the man in front of her should be called Leng Rong.

He held her hand without changing his face, stood up and took her to the red candle, and said gently, " Yinger, today is our happy day. Now, it's time to worship heaven and earth.

"Worship heaven and earth?" Bingying turned her head confusedly and looked at the pair of big red candles, looked at the room for a moment, and gradually accepted the fact that it was a new house. She looked down at her new wedding dress and unconsciously nodded, accepting the cold words.

Leng Rong looked at the candlelight reflecting her beautiful face, and her heart rippled, and she couldn't help lowering her head to kiss her. He tightened his hand around her waist and gasped and sucked her tongue. When he felt her involuntary response, his heart was immediately occupied by ecstasy. His, she is his...

Bingying was out of breath, put her hands obediently on his shoulder, and raised her head to bear his fiery kiss. She obeyed her psychological and physical thoughts, and there were bursts of charming voices rolling out of her throat. Her body trembled and fell to the ground softly. Fortunately, Leng Rong still held her waist and stabilized her figure.

"Yinger, you are so beautiful." He let go of her coldly, licked his lips, and praised.

Bingying was stunned to see him leave her. She couldn't tell what was wrong with her. Leaving his kiss, she was a little frustrated, but a little happy. A very contradictory feeling breeds in her heart, but she doesn't know why. The more she thought about it, the more she had a headache. She couldn't help moaning and pounding her forehead. How could this happen? She doesn't seem to remember anything. No, her name is Bingying, Bingying...

Leng Rong sensed her strangeness, and her face changed slightly. Then she turned to face the red candle and said, " Yinger, let's worship heaven and earth."

"Hmm." Although Bingying had a bad headache, she subconsciously listened to him and nodded obediently.

Leng Rong guided her, worshipped the world step by step, and then picked her up and whispered, "Sing'er, you will be my wife in the future. You have to listen to me and love me well, you know?"

Bingying's heart beat so hard that she seemed to vaguely know what would happen next, but she was still a little confused. As he took her to the big bed, she tightened his clothes and was faintly uneasy: "Leng Rong, what are we going to do?" A faint voice shouted in her heart: This is wrong, this is wrong...

"Of course, it's the bridal chamber. Every couple has to have a bridal chamber after worshipping heaven and earth." Leng Rong whispered and instilled knowledge into her: "After the bridal chamber, we are the real couple. Then, no one can take you away, and I can love you for the rest of my life.

"But Leng Rong, why am I..." Bing Ying's chest fluctuated rapidly, because he looked at her condescendingly, as if he was going to devour her alive. She muttered, "Why am I here?" Yes... I'm Bingying... Why..." At the end of the question, she also forgot what she wanted to ask, just muttered.

The cold finger flicked, and the bed mantle was put down. He laughed in a low voice, slid his fingers through her moist and white skin, and coaxed, "Your name is Ximen Bingying, and you are a cold wife. The reason why you only remember me is that you are sick. But it doesn't matter. It's okay if you forget the past. I will love you well in the future. You don't have to worry about anything. Remember?

Bingying's body trembled and moved impatiently. She unconsciously said 'um' and accepted his statement. Then, she said painfully, "Cold... What... are you... against me... OK, so uncomfortable..."

Leng Rong looked down at the fit of the two and smiled mysteriously: "That's the sacredness of the bridal chamber. Only I can resist you like this, understand?" His Yinger is so cute... He is so cute that his heart has never been soft because of anything, but now he has become extremely soft.

At this moment, a scream suddenly came out of the window, which shocked Bingying. She quickly recovered her mind, blinked at the man above, exclaimed and struggled to get up. What's going on? How could she do this? No, she is leaving.

Leng Rong's face is a little gloomy. If I had known that this group of people would take advantage of his bridal chamber, but who is he? Will you not be able to see through the weakness tonight? When decorating his new house, he smeared all the places that could be smeared outside the door of the window with deadly poison, and no one was allowed to disturb his wedding night!

He stopped Bingying from turning over and getting out of bed, pressed her under his body again and whispered, "Yinger, that's just a thief. I've been poisoned and they can't get in. Yinger, don't be afraid. I'm here." After saying that, he couldn't help pulling her head and kissing her deeply.

Bingying struggled slightly at first, but then she was captured by him and constantly catered to his demands. Even her long legs involuntarily hooked his strong waist. When Lengrong left her lips and moved down, she finally shouted: "Lengrong! No...don't..."

"Why not?" Leng Rong knew that she had forgotten the idea from the bottom of her heart again, so she began to untie her wedding dress rudely, and soon took it off from her body and threw it under the bed. Then he kissed one of her peaks through his thin belly pocket, and the other hand kept kneading the other peaks.

Bingying only felt that her whole body was about to burn. She seemed to have never experienced such a strange and excited feeling, but she became willing because of the coldness that created this strange feeling for her. Hearing his question, she choked and said, "Cengrong... I feel so uncomfortable if you are like this..."

Leng Rong was even more excited when she saw that although she was uncomfortable, her body kept arching to him. He could no longer be satisfied with kissing her through the cloth and threw all the shelters on her body outside the bed for a moment. He almost looked at this flawless body and praised it obsessively, "Singer, you don't know how beautiful you are... I will never regret doing this, never!"

Bingying doesn't know what he is talking about at all. She has been completely conquered by him at this moment, leaving only endless emptiness and strange selfish desires. She was frightened to find his hand reaching her most secret place. She sat up in an instant and looked at him pleadingly and said, "Cold Rong, don't, I'm scared."

"Why are you afraid?" Leng Rong stopped attacking, wiped the sweat on her cheeks with pity, and asked.

Bingying bit her lip and shook her head: "I don't know, I can't say it clearly. I'm just afraid. Cold face, can you..."

"No." Leng Rong gave her a charming smile, and then said, " Yinger, we have worshipped heaven and earth, haven't we? We are husband and wife, aren't we? Every couple will have a bridal chamber, and we are no exception. I'm your father-in-law. How can I hurt you? You have to believe me. Maybe it will hurt a little at first, but I will be very gentle. Can you believe me?

Leng Rong knows the key tonight. As long as Bingying accepts him, Bingying will never see other men unless he dies. So he showed unprecedented patience to coax her. He can't force her. She must accept it willingly, otherwise she is likely to have abnormal phenomena in the future.

Bingying looked at the affection in his eyes and was unconsciously moved by him. Yes, he is her partner, and he won't hurt her. The confusion in her eyes gradually dissipated, and the fear in her heart seemed to be gradually replaced by other emotions. She finally showed a sweet and shy smile: "I believe you." After saying that, she lay down again and did not refuse his entry.

He exhaled coldly, and he was almost unable to stand it. But no, Yinger will be very painful, so he must be patient and help her prepare.

Although Leng Rong hates women's closeness and does not get well with women, he often goes to the brothel to watch others do such things because of his inexplicable restlessness. So he knows everything well, and naturally knows how to please his bride and minimize the damage.

"Is it comfortable?" Leng Rong explored gently and watched with satisfaction that her cheeks were getting redder and redder, and the moans in her mouth became more and more frequent. Her body showed unprecedented feelings in his hands. She was trembling, and he could feel every trace of her throbbing. His palms were full of her first love, and he was already ready to capture the city in one fell swoop.

Bingying can't answer him. Her mind has already been thrown away, leaving only the pleasure of her body to remind her of the fact that she is alive. As he moved faster and faster, she finally cried out and grabbed his arm tightly and stopped him from moving.

Leng Rong knew that she was ready, so he pressed on her body and tried to slowly go deep into her. He pestered her lips again, trying to distract her.

Bingying frowned slightly. Even if the stimulation of her body had not faded, she would still feel the discomfort caused by the strange invasion: "Cold...Cold...Don't..." She didn't like it and was a little tingling. Maybe... there is another pain that makes her more painful than this sting.

"I'm sorry." As soon as Leng Rong's words fell, he rushed into her body and merged with her. He blocked her lips, put her pain into his mouth, sucked her lips and tongue eagerly and domineeringly, and rubbed her chest harder with his hands.

Bing Ying was sore unable to respond to repeated attacks, but in the end, she was blurred by the cold skills. Her arms climbed up to his neck and hummed to represent dissatisfaction.

The cold face who was encouraged no longer had any scruples. He grabbed her waist and galloped. He looked at Bingying under him and was infinitely satisfied: Yinger, you are finally mine alone...

The night is still very long, and several people are happy and several people are worried. Who knows how embarrassing it will be to meet their old friends in the future...