Da Siming had known for a long time that the concubine needed to perform the courtesy of Zhou Gong before the marriage, but she tried to make herself forget about it, but...it seemed inevitable after all.
Although she had long known that such a day would come, when the day actually came, Da Siming was still a little uneasy and regretful.
Why was she so worried about provoking Zhang Ji, a bastard!
Just as he was regretting it, Zhang Ji had already put his arms around Da Siming's slender waist. The soft and flexible waist felt great.
Da Siming's body was trembling slightly. Although she had completed some craft work with Zhang Ji, she felt a little uncomfortable every time Zhang Ji held her waist, and her body was inevitably a little stiff.
A red light flowed around the palms of Da Siming's bright red hands.
If she wanted to, she could instantly put a yin-yang hand seal on Zhang Ji's chest, but...she didn't dare.
No one wants to die, not even the arrogant Da Siming.
She has things she wants, and she also has too many unwillingnesses. If she had a chance to live, she would not choose to die.
And...Zhang Ji, if you don't count the things about touching her, then it's actually not bad.
Ordinary men, would anyone comb a woman's hair?
Da Siming pursed his red lips, and the red light in his hand gradually dissipated in the air.
That’s it!
She accepted her fate!
His tense hands were lowered, and his proud head was lowered, as if he had given up resistance.
Zhang Ji gently pinched Da Siming's snow-white chin, forcing Da Siming to raise his head and look at him.
"Madam, shall I start then?"
It was obviously a question, but Zhang Ji did not give Da Siming a chance to answer, but turned it into a question.
However, the answer is expressed through actions.
Zhang Ji picked up Da Siming and placed him on the bed in the library.
I have to say that this black and red tight-fitting cheongsam dress is indeed a good piece of clothing. The tight fabric outlines Da Siming's graceful figure with an almost perfect curve, and the pair of cheongsam wrapped in black tulle. The slender jade legs in the socks.
"Just do it, why bother with it!"
Although Da Siming closed her eyes tightly, she could feel that Zhang Ji was just admiring her figure quietly, as if he regarded her as a work of art. She could even imagine the corners of Zhang Ji's mouth curling up. That smile and the playful look in his eyes.
The identity of the Yin Yang Family's Chief Siming is not inferior to that of a Korean princess!
He had just broken the Yunying body of a Korean princess, and yet he was able to play with the majestic Yin-Yang family's chief commander, which definitely gave this bitch a great sense of conquest!
It has to be said that Da Siming understands Zhang Ji.
Especially Da Siming's arrogant and cold temperament makes people want to conquer even more.
After all, with such a proud and cold face, everyone is curious about the expression on this face when its owner cries of joy and sorrow.
In contrast, this is a temptation that most men cannot refuse.
In reality, a good girl is actually... a cold female boss is actually... and a gentle and virtuous woman is actually...
Ahem, it’s too far off topic. Anyway, Zhang Ji is really curious about what Da Siming will look like at that time.
Therefore, in the face of Da Siming's urging, Zhang Ji was not in a hurry.
One hand gently caressed Da Siming's slender legs wrapped in black gauze stockings. The other hand gently picked up the hem of the black tight cheongsam dress and gently opened the door curtain that blocked the guests. , the mountain peaks are half exposed, and the scenery with the clothes stretched high is particularly attractive.
Da Siming felt a hand wandering around his body, like a scholar who traveled around the world, wandering around, even daring to venture into some extremely dangerous places.
Zhang Ji gently kissed Da Siming's red lips, knocked open the city gate with skill and ease, and led his army into the city.
As the city lord and the defeated side, Da Si Ming was naturally captured by the enemy troops who rushed into the city. His cold and charming eyes were filled with moist crystals at this moment, and there was a hint of flattery in the crystals.
Zhang Ji is so proficient in skills and has almost full experience that he can easily deal with the fledgling Da Siming.
As the confusion in those eyes became more intense, Da Siming's hands moved forward and finally hugged Zhang Ji's neck, gradually sinking into the pleasure given by Zhang Ji.
I don’t know if it’s a problem with the Yin Yang family’s skills. People from the Yin Yang family seem to lose control of their emotions very easily.
The star soul in the original work is like this and will fall into a state of madness. Yun Zhongjun will be furious because of the theft of the elixir. Da Siming will also be furious when Tianming, Shaoyu and Shilan are deflated. Even Fei, who is Dongjun, Smoke has not escaped this.
The Yin-Yang family pursues eccentric swordsmanship and pursues the ultimate realm of heaven and man. It is indeed powerful in terms of internal strength and magic, and it is also superior to Taoism in terms of power, but strong power requires sufficient state of mind and awareness to control it.
The powerful force loses the matching state of mind to constrain and control, which naturally leads to an unstable state of mind, like a wild horse that has escaped the reins, which is naturally difficult to control.
Therefore, as a first-class master, Da Siming began to sink so quickly.
After a long time, the lips parted, Da Siming gasped for breath, and a blush appeared on his cheeks.
As a first-rate expert, her breathing rhythm would be disrupted by something like this. And what was going on with that burning feeling?
There was a hot temperature coming from her Dantian that made her whole body's meridians and internal organs feel hot, as if the fire-attribute internal force in her body was out of control.
"So hot……"
Da Siming, with blurred eyes, tore at his clothes, and Zhang Ji also took off his clothes in cooperation, revealing a strong body.
Da Siming's body was getting hotter and hotter, even a little hot. In comparison, Zhang Ji's weapon seemed a little cold.
And that touch of coldness was exactly what Da Siming longed for at this moment.
Accompanied by a cry that sounded both like relief and pain, it was as if a thousand-year-old iceberg had entered the scorching desert, breaking the incompatible boundary between water and fire.
However, Zhang Ji did not continue to act.
Zhang Ji couldn't sympathize with the pain of a woman breaking through Yunying's body for the first time, but he was not so beastly that he really didn't pity Da Siming.
However, Zhang Ji's pity was rewarded with a loud and clear slap.
Snapped!
Da Siming's hot palm slapped Zhang Ji's cheek hard, and his other hand pinched Zhang Ji's neck. There was a look of hatred and sorrow on his blushing cheek, and he pinched Zhang Ji's neck. His hands gradually increased their strength, as if they wanted to strangle him to death.
"Useless things!"
"Give it to me quickly!"
Da Siming cursed angrily, then turned around and got on his horse.
She needs to relieve the heat and get rid of the heat!
not to mention!
She, Da Siming, never needs anyone's mercy!
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(End of chapter)
