Dream, blurred, awake, trance, charming.
Wujiang and Jing'er hugged each other for a while, quarreling with each other.
Their bodies became hotter and hotter, and their breathing became heavier.
Jing'er's dress became loose due to the inadvertent movements of the two of them, and the strings and buttons of the dress were also untied.
The fiery red wedding dress is open, like smoke waves under the setting sun covering the river, swaying slightly, and the charm is infinite.
The white silk shirt underneath was stretched up and plump, and her lonely and delicate collarbone was vaguely exposed.
After their lips parted once again, Jing'er opened her misty eyes filled with love.
She held Wujiang's shoulders, helped him turn over, and pushed Wujiang onto the bed.
And she sat directly astride Wujiang's waist, supporting Wujiang's broad chest with both hands, her eyes were like the hot spring water that blended water and fire, looking down at Wujiang, hot and cold.
Wujiang just chuckled and raised his eyebrows, frivolously and tenderly.
No matter how aloof the empress is, she will be loved as soft as clay by him later, so what if Jing'er becomes stronger now?
Jing'er's black hair was like a waterfall, running towards his cheek and falling on his chest. The hair rubbed his cheek and neck, making it feel a little itchy.
Jing'er gently raised Wujiang's chin, her pretty face was slightly raised, her smile was deep, and her pear curls were shallow:
"Zhao Aiqing is so handsome. Are you interested in playing with me?"
The cold voice is mixed with a bit of softness. If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be distracted and full of thoughts.
But who is Wujiang? He is the emperor's most beloved and capable minister, a gentleman, and a man with strong character.
He took a deep breath and said seriously:
"Being able to serve the Emperor is a blessing earned by me. What does the Emperor want to do?
Wei Chen is proficient in eighteen postures, knowing licking and smelling at the top and pedicles at the bottom.
If the emperor and his subordinates cannot bear it, please do not hold back and just ask questions. "
"Why does Zhao Aiqing speak with an accent?"
Jing'er laughed shyly and angrily, and Wujiang also laughed. The two of them laughed louder and louder, more and more joyfully, more and more free and unrestrained, with each other in their eyes.
Jing'er's slender jade fingers gently circled Wujiang's body, teasing him wantonly.
Then his jade fingers groped downwards and opened the buttons of Wujiang's robe.
Wujiang looked up and saw that Jing'er's red dress was open, her exquisite figure showing her exquisite temptation.
It's a pity that there is a bra or bellyband under the white silk undershirt, otherwise the skin that is exposed shyly at this moment, swaying slightly, would be stunning in the world.
Wujiang stretched out his hand to untie her clothes, but Jing'er grabbed his hand, her long autumn eyes filled with sharp and restrained majesty and domineering, just like the queen who was in charge of the ups and downs of the dynasty.
"Don't move!"
Jing'er had a straight face, as cold as a snow-capped mountain, and ordered: "You can move only when I tell you to move, do you understand?"
Wujiang lowered his eyebrows, like a loyal humerus veteran, and said calmly.
The corners of Jing'er's lips raised slightly. She put her fingers on Wujiang's lips and rubbed them up and down. She found it interesting to watch the lips change shapes.
"It's a little itchy." Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Jing'er squeezed his cheeks again, humming and saying:
"If you have a hairless mouth, you won't be able to do your job well."
"You... have no hair... on your mouth. When you do things, aren't you very... Ouch..." Wujiang tried to speak lewdly, but Jing'er rubbed his face hard and shyly. He left it at that.
The love and lust between the two of them was ticking in their hearts, muddying him and her.
Jing'er slowly unbuttoned the buttons of his clothes one by one, and his eyes fell on Jing'er's pretty face with the picturesque features that he never tires of seeing. His eyes softened and his character hardened, expressing his love and respect.
Jing'er gently bit her moist red lips with her silver teeth. After grinding for a while, she laughed loudly:
"What? Do you have feelings?"
Isn't this... a question I often use to tease you? Forget it, let you be arrogant for a while, and you will be able to talk obscenely later.
"Your Majesty, please save me and bring down the fire for me. Otherwise, my minister will be so angry that he can't get out of his head, and he will die of suffocation."
Zhao Wujiang begged for mercy in a teasing tone.
