The ink-like black hair is spread wetly over the shoulders, leaving only a section of the back and neck exposed above the water. Under the water waves, the snowy muscles are looming, and the water ripples outlines the alluring chest line of the chest.
Song Wenjing's breath was stagnant, and her earlobes were instantly dyed red.
A flash of unnaturalness flashed across his face very quickly, and a strange heat also emerged in his lower abdomen.
Song Wenjing's pupils tightened slightly, and his palms clenched into balls. He wanted to look away, but his eyes refused to obey.
His eyes were tightly locked on the figure in the room that looked like condensed white jade.
The strangeness in her lower abdomen became worse and worse. In order to prevent herself from doing something outrageous, Song Wenjing forced herself to close her eyes.
The moment she closed her eyes, Song Wenjing's inner impatience finally calmed down a bit.
There was still the sound of gurgling water in my ears, and what I was thinking about was the blood-soaking scene just now, but it wasn't as impactful as looking directly at it.
Song Wenjing took a deep breath and suppressed the strangeness in her heart.
After calming down for a while, Song Wenjing slowly opened her eyes.
At this moment, there was a crash underneath and water splashed everywhere!
Song Wenjing's heart beat loudly again, and she looked down uncontrollably.
Jiang Jingyu stood up from the bathtub, her graceful figure unobstructed, and her proud breasts directly hit Song Wenjing's sight!
This was the first time Song Wenjing saw such a scene. At this time, his lower abdomen was burning and his blood was boiling!
The evil thoughts deep in his heart kept shouting crazily. Song Wenjing saved the last shred of reason and fled Nanyuan!
Jiang Jingyu walked behind the screen and put on her shirt to hide her graceful figure.
[Host, Emperor Jing has left. 】
Jiang Jingyu raised her eyebrows slightly: "Have you left the General's Mansion?"
[No, I just left Nanyuan. 】
Jiang Jingyu's lips curled up in amusement. The misogynist emperor is indeed innocent, can't he stand it?
She walked straight to the bed and lay on her side wearing a light gauze skirt.
She bet that Emperor Jing would come back again.
Song Wenjing, who escaped from Nanyuan, stopped by a lake. He stood in front of a willow tree and supported the trunk with one hand.
Thump thump thump——
Her heart was beating wildly. Song Wenjing raised her hand and pressed it on her chest, feeling the feverish heartbeat in her chest.
Song Wenjing took a deep breath, her face stained with an abnormal blush.
He swallowed hard and walked towards the lake pretending to be calm.
Song Wenjing's figure was reflected in the lake, and the water was as turbulent as his heart.
Song Wenjing put one hand behind her back and quietly looked at the ripples on the lake caused by the breeze.
I don't know how long I stood in front of the lake shore. It wasn't until the breeze dissipated and the lake became calm that Song Wenjing's wildly beating heart finally calmed down.
Song Wenjing's figure disappeared from the lake, and when it reappeared, it was over Jiang Jingyu's room again.
Before the tiles that had been moved back were moved back, the moonlight shined through the roof into the room, adding a touch of light to the dark room.
Song Wenjing leaned over and removed a few more tiles, then used Qinggong to sneak into Jiang Jingyu's room effortlessly.
Although it was his first time to step into Jiang Jingyu's room, he was already familiar with the layout of the room.
Song Wenjing came to Jiang Jingyu's bedroom with ease. He did not walk in directly, but stood behind the screen.
Song Wenjing was tall, and the screen blocking the inner room barely reached his chest.
He looked at the figure on the bed quietly. The moonlight was shining, coating the woman on the bed with a faint silver light.
Song Wenjing paused for a moment, and then continued to walk towards the inner room until his breathing became steady in his ears.
He walked straight to the bed and looked down at Jiang Jingyu, who had her back turned to him.
Being so close to her again, there was no disgust in Song Wenjing's eyes, only unexplained feelings.
The night breeze blew in through the window. Jiang Jingyu, who was not covered with a quilt, shrank back and crossed her hands on her chest.
Song Wenjing's eyes flashed slightly, and she leaned over to get the blanket placed on the inside of the bed.
He breathed softly, carefully grabbed a corner of the blanket, and was about to cover Jiang Jingyu when Jiang Jingyu suddenly turned over and her warm lips brushed against the side of his face.
Song Wenjing moved for a moment, and an electric current seemed to pass through his body, making his whole body numb and numb, making him unable to move.
Hearing steady breathing again, Song Wenjing regained consciousness and continued her previous actions, pulling the blanket over Jiang Jingyu.
Song Wenjing was about to get up, but her eyes fell on Jiang Jingyu's face involuntarily, and she couldn't move away no matter what.
The distance between them was so close that he could even feel their breaths connecting and lingering.
Song Wenjing's throat slid down, and her eyes wandered uncontrollably over Jiang Jingyu's face, from her eyebrows to her eyes, then from her eyes to her nose, and finally landed on her red lips.
The peach-like red lips are full of temptation, making people want to kiss her.
Song Wenjing supported the bed with one arm, and his body sank slightly. This time he did not escape his inner desire, and slowly pressed his lips close to each other.
His kiss was like a dragonfly touching water. After touching the softness, he stood up quickly and fled hastily like a thief.
In the next few days, Song Wenjing looked forward to dusk every day. Ever since he had a taste of her that night, he wanted to see her all the time.
I want to keep her in my sight, I want to hear her voice, I want to smell her, I want to draw more from her...
Ever since Jiang Jingyu disturbed his mood, the arrogant Emperor Jing transformed into a flower-picking thief, guarding his prey in Nanyuan every night.
After Jiang Jingyu fell asleep, he sneaked into the room quietly. He knew that Jiang Jingyu was not a good sleeper, so he took the trouble to close the window and cover her with a quilt every night.
He stayed until late at night, placed a kiss on her forehead, and then left with a satisfied look on his face.
On the other side, Xuzhou.
Zhou Huaiqian and a group of officers and soldiers hid in the dark and ambush in places frequented by robbers.
A caravan disguised as officers and soldiers drove over from the other side. As soon as the caravan entered the forest, the sound of rustling horse hooves came from the other side.
"I opened this road and planted this tree. I want to pass by here and leave money to buy the road!"
An arrogant and rough voice came from the other side of the forest. Zhou Huaiqian in the grass narrowed his eyes and looked back at the officers and soldiers ambushing behind him.
He made a gesture to the officers and soldiers, and the latter nodded, clenched the sword in their hands, and waited for the robbers to arrive.
"Hey, there's another fool coming to your doorstep with money!"
A man with a scar looked at the caravan in front and laughed wildly.
At this time, the one-eyed man next to him turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Second brother, what you said is wrong. Anyone who can give us money at our door is a good person. How can second brother call someone a fool?"
The scarred man looked up to the sky and laughed: "Third brother is right, good people are all good people!"
"Boys, it seems that we have met a big player this time. Come on!"
