"Brother-in-law, you want me..."
Qing'er finally said it, her pretty face turned red, and she looked away.
But soon, her pretty face was pulled back by Zhao Wujiang's hands.
The two of them looked at each other, Qing'er's beautiful eyes were rippling.
Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, and then kissed Qing'er's lips gently, taking advantage of the opportunity for moisture and heat to enter.
"Uh-huh." Qing'er was panicked for a moment and made a "huh-huh" sound. She responded awkwardly.
Zhao Wujiang's big hands went around Qing'er's shoulders and touched the rope of the bellyband. Following the movements of his hands, the pink-white bellyband collapsed in front of Qing'er, lightly covering it with snow-white softness.
"Uh huh..." Qing'er noticed this movement and wanted to struggle, but the next moment she felt a chill going down her body.
"Snapped!"
The obscene pants were thrown out of the bed and fell to the ground.
Zhao Wujiang blew out the light beside the bed.
"Brother-in-law, don't..." Qing'er pushed Zhao Wujiang away. She could feel the swelling in her little mouth. She wiped it in a panic. It smelled stinky, strange, and smelled like something above.
But the next moment, she was gagged.
"Woooooooooooo..."
The two people in the quilt were hesitating.
Qing'er is responsible for the support, and Zhao Wujiang is responsible for the support.
"Qing'er." Their lips parted, and Zhao Wujiang called softly without making any further movements. His eyes in the dark night were as deep as the night sky, with dots of light.
"Yes." Qing'er hummed softly, as if she had returned to those carefree days, she hugged Zhao Wujiang a little tighter.
"This time I want to watch it go in." Qing'er said in a serious voice.
After saying that, her pretty face turned a little rosy. She felt her cheeks were frighteningly hot. She spat lightly, wondering how she could say such shameful words.
"Ah?" Zhao Wujiang smirked and nodded in the dark.
In the dark night, Qing'er's eyes were shining brightly. She covered her mouth, her heartbeat was pounding, and she gradually saw an action that made her heart surge.
She let out a cry and hugged Zhao Wujiang tightly, getting tighter and tighter.
It was still snowing outside the house, and Qing'er felt as hot as ever.
The two moved slowly, loving each other.
Bit by bit, every word, every frown, the past passed over the two of them, and affection was attached to the movements of the two.
After a long time, the gentle tenderness ended.
Qing'er's pretty face was rosy, and her wet hair stuck to her forehead and sides of her cheeks. She lay in Zhao Wujiang's arms.
"Zhao Wujiang." She called softly.
"Um?"
"It's great to have you." Qing'er's pretty face touched Zhao Wujiang's cheek, and the tips of their noses touched.
"I'm glad to meet you too." Zhao Wujiang also smiled gently.
Bowl.
Zhao Wujiang recalled the scene when he first met the empress, Dugu Mingyue, and Qing'er.
The past seems to have been put through a hazy filter, soft and like a dream.
"Zhao Wujiang, how many women do you have?" Qing'er didn't know what she thought of, pouting in a dull tone.
"Not many, just a few of you." Zhao Wujiang replied seriously. He was telling the truth. There are many women who enter his body, but not many who enter his life.
"Hmph." Qing'er snorted:
"I'm going to castrate you."
"Ouch." Zhao Wujiang turned over and let Qing'er press him down. He looked at Qing'er who was looking down at him. From this perspective, the scenery was spectacular and touching.
He directly grabbed Qing'er's hands:
"I advise you to organize your words before speaking, otherwise you will not be able to withstand my contradiction."
"Hey." Qing'er said disdainfully:
"Someone just fell under my flower in just an hour. I won't say who it was."
Zhao Wujiang got "angry" from shame and grabbed Qing'er's wrist. The next moment, Qing'er was shaking like chaff, and her style was shaking violently.
"Oh, okay, I was wrong, brother-in-law, I was wrong..." Qing'er bit her red lips tightly, showing pain on her face and begging for mercy.
But it was no use. After just a few breaths, she collapsed in Zhao Wujiang's arms.
"Oops." Zhao Wujiang also said:
"Someone just couldn't bear it after just a few breaths. I won't say who it was."
