Hearing this, Zhang Ji suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of blazing color.
Zhao Ji's invitation was like a devil's whisper, pulling Zhang Ji into the ocean of sin.
Zhang Ji no longer hesitated, grabbed Zhao Ji's slender waist, suddenly pulled forward, and pulled Zhao Ji down on the phoenix couch.
His movements were very rough and even made Zhao Ji feel a little pain.
But Zhao Ji didn't feel displeased at all, instead she was a little happy.
So what if she is going to be thirty-six soon?
Wouldn't a handsome young man like Zhang Ji want to bow down to her?
Just such a temptation can make people like Zhang Ji lose part of their sanity and immerse themselves in a sea of sin. Shouldn't it make her feel happy?
Of course, she understood that this was also based on Zhang Ji's feelings for her.
If Zhang Ji has no feelings for her, then no matter how tempting she is, he probably won't be like this.
The more urgent and rough Zhang Ji is now, the more it shows how little reason Zhang Ji has left at the moment, and the more it reflects Zhao Ji's charm.
Zhang Ji bit Zhao Ji's lips, and the enthusiasm in her heart made her unable to pity Zhao Ji. He is just thinking about how Zhao Ji likes to bite him so much, even up and down, especially likes to bite his lips, so he also wants Zhao Ji to experience this kind of pain, even up and down. Let it go!
As Zhao Ji groaned in pain, her fangs pierced the delicate red lips, and the sweet touch of blood aroused the anger in Zhang Ji's heart.
Although Zhao Ji didn't mind Zhang Ji's rough movements, the pain still made Zhao Ji subconsciously want to push Zhang Ji away.
However, when Zhao Ji began to extend her sinful mouth downwards.
However, Zhang Ji was not a vicious woman like Zhao Ji, so she would not bite her. However, as Zhang Ji's breath began to hit her thigh, the numbing feeling was like an electric shock. Those pink lips began to spread all over her body.
Zhao Ji's breathing became heavier, and an intoxicating blush appeared on her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes slightly, enjoying the revenge methods Zhang Ji gave her, and her delicate body gradually collapsed in Zhang Ji's arms.
Pain and pleasure came together, Zhao Ji's pretty face was filled with blush, and her narrow phoenix eyes gradually lost focus.
"My little enemy, where did you learn such a method?"
Like Zhao Ji, who showed off different methods for the first time, Zhang Ji also showed off new tricks.
Those who fell behind would be beaten, so Zhang Ji never relaxed his practice in this area, and this gave Zhao Ji a big surprise and caught Zhao Ji off guard.
Although he kept pushing and pushing Zhang Ji, as the numbing feeling made Zhao Ji weaker and weaker, her body became limp, and her resisting movements were more like a deliberate temptation to welcome and refuse.
Zhang Ji's movements paused, and he raised his head slightly to look at Zhao Ji's cheek. The blush made Zhao Ji's pretty face even more charming, which only made people feel hotter and hotter.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
With a sharp cry that sounded like crying, Zhao Ji trembled, and her hands subconsciously pressed hard on Zhang Ji's head, as if she wanted to use his head as a dam.
Facts have proved why the idiom that describes great disasters is called "flooding beast", and why floods and wild beasts go hand in hand.
Because Zhao Ji's behavior not only failed to prevent the disaster, but also ruined a dam in vain and washed Zhang Ji's aggressive face.
Meng Zicheng will not bully me!
Zhang Ji helplessly wiped his face with the red gauze Zhao Ji threw aside.
Why does Zhao Ji like washing his face so much?
Although he was not disgusted by this, Zhang Ji was still somewhat resentful.
The object of the resentment was currently lying on the couch, his body turned over and he groaned instinctively, trembling all over.
However, Zhao Ji didn't seem to have learned enough lessons. A pair of jade arms wrapped around Zhang Ji's neck, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Zhang Ji in confusion, like a goblin tempting people to make mistakes, full of fatal attraction.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ji officially declared war on Zhao Ji, opening up a frontal battlefield and launching a powerful armed action.
Listening to Zhao Ji's loud singing voice, he hesitated for a moment, and a bit of bad taste came to his mind.
Zhang Ji was so angry that he crumpled the red gauze that Zhao Ji had taken off into a ball and blocked Zhao Ji's mouth.
Zhao Ji's beautiful eyes widened when she realized something. It was not only the red gauze she had just taken off, but also the face towel Zhang Ji used to wipe his face!
"Shh~"
Zhang Ji put his index finger close to his lips and hissed: "The Queen Mother doesn't want her voice to be hoarse during the crowning ceremony tomorrow, right?"
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This battle did not last until dawn as usual. After all, it was just an armed action, not a real war. There were strict restrictions on the manpower and energy invested, as well as the number and scale of conflicts, and it could not be enjoyed for a while.
At this moment, Zhao Ji, who was lying on her side in Zhang Ji's arms, was soundly asleep, her face was as red as a drunken person, and her crystal moist skin looked even more charming at this moment.
Zhang Ji hugged Wen Yu's soft body tightly in his arms, nuzzled Zhao Ji's delicate face with his nose, smiling brightly.
However, there were still some tears left in the corners of Zhao Ji's eyes, as if she could not bear the whipping.
However, after all, neither of them used their real skills, so Zhao Ji woke up quickly.
In fact, Zhao Ji couldn't sleep very well either.
Since neither of them used their real skills, they naturally didn't have enough fun, and obviously they didn't feel very tired.
Moreover, as time passed, the huge Qin State also ushered in the day when Ying Zheng took charge.
Zhao Ji felt a little emotional and excited when she thought that the son she had worked so hard to cultivate was going to become a crowned adult.
Plus, she needed a good bath too.
The Feng couch was covered with moisture caused by Zhao Ji's extraordinary performance, making her body sticky and uncomfortable.
However, when Zhao Ji wanted to change into the Queen Mother's dress after bathing, she was horrified to find that the Queen Mother's dress was already soaked, as if it had just been fished out of the water. It could even become wet when squeezed with her hands. A see-through face towel usually squeezes out water.
Zhao Ji deliberately placed the Queen Mother's dress somewhere far away, but it still did not escape Zhao Ji's own harm. After all, the water stains on it came from herself.
"What can we do now?"
Zhao Ji looked eager and worried.
The importance of this Queen Mother's dress is self-evident. It would be okay if something went wrong at normal times, but today she was attending the crowning ceremony of her biological son.
The crown ceremony only happened once in her life, and after all, she had to enter the ancestral temple of Ying Qin's clan. Zhao Ji didn't want to wear that dirty dress to witness Ying Zheng's coming-of-age ceremony.
That was not only an insult to Ying Zheng, but also disrespectful to the previous Qin kings.
However, Zhao Ji never thought that hanging out with Zhang Ji the night before Ying Zheng was crowned would be an even more disrespectful act towards the previous kings of Qin, especially the late king Ying Zichu?
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