Zhao Wujiang was distraught. He hugged Jing'er and said seriously:
"I have roughly figured out how to open the bronze mirror. It may need to absorb something from you and me. Unsurprisingly, it should be the blood aura of the Xuanyuan family and the Youyu family that can activate it.
It seems that we will do more in the future. "
"Isn't this an excuse for you to have sex with me?" Jing'er's eyes widened, and her beautiful face was filled with suspicion and a hint of shame.
"The conscience of heaven and earth." Zhao Wujiang swore according to Jing'er's full conscience.
Jing'er snorted, rubbed the tip of her nose against Zhao Wujiang's cheek, and breathed out:
"Idiot, haven't you noticed yet?"
Um? Zhao Wujiang was puzzled. He later felt the dampness and heat. He lowered his head and saw that Jing'er had sat on the throne at some point. The two of them were embedded in porcelain, just waiting to be in charge of their friendship.
The empty orchid valley has many flower stamens.
The beauty is so beautiful that it makes you linger without any boundaries.
Jing'erxiang was dripping with sweat, and her pretty face with picturesque features was filled with wet shyness and resentment:
"Why did I let you and Dugu Mingyue have you after just a few moments together?
I......"
"People and their physiques cannot be generalized." Zhao Wujiang said seriously:
“And there’s a lot of physiological knowledge involved.”
"Bang." Jing'er snorted disdainfully and muttered:
"You must be not working hard enough."
Zhao Wujiang cried out his grievance:
"Am I not working hard enough?
If we work harder, the fields will be plowed to pieces. "
"Hmph." Jing'er snorted softly, her face suddenly full of cunning, revealing her true face as a fox:
"If you come back a few times, I will believe you."
"Your Majesty, it's midnight, I still need to rest."
Zhao Wujiang felt that his body was going to be hollowed out if this continued, especially since Jing'er was usually dignified and majestic, but when she fell in love with him, she was like a annoying little... big goblin, which made him unable to help but give in every time. Too full.
"Aren't you a Venerable?" Jing'er pouted:
"I am a Venerable, I don't feel tired at all, and I don't need to rest at all."
The handsome boy Zhao Wujiang was at a loss for words.
"Don't wait so long, hurry up." Jing'er hooked Wujiang's neck with a determined look that said, "If I don't sleep today, you won't be able to sleep either."
"Didn't you say when you were entangled with me before that since ancient times, deep love cannot be retained, and the only way to win people's hearts is by tricking them?"
Zhao Wujiang straddled his face like a kitten, stopped dilly-dallying, and started dilly-dallying.
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At dawn.
It rained lightly last night and the air was particularly fresh.
Jing'er looked very good and walked out of the room to stretch and move her muscles.
Zhao Wujiang was still curled up in the quilt, with a faint black shadow under his lower eyelids on his hopelessly handsome face, like eye makeup smeared with volcanic ash.
He was like a frustrated little daughter-in-law, unspeakably sad.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault, it's my fault that I don't know how to sympathize with you." Xuanyuan Jing came back, sat next to the bed, and patted the quilt gently.
She picked up Zhao Wujiang, pressed his head against her plump chest, and comforted:
"Being my man is a blessing you gained in your previous life. Why are you still acting like a harem?"
"Your Majesty..." Zhao Wujiang washed his face with milk and spoke in a crying voice. It seemed that it was okay if the Emperor did not comfort him, but once he comforted him, he was so full of grievances that he almost had nowhere to put it.
Xuanyuan Jing grimaced:
"Okay, okay, don't cry, I will be responsible for you."
"No, Your Majesty..." Zhao Wujiang's head kept rubbing and arching, as if he was shy:
"Weichen wants to say, can we do it again?"
