His eyes were as dark as deep wells.
What he needs is a Shen Yinxiao who has no reservations about him.
Be willing to open up all the places in your heart.
Her selfishness and cowardice, her acrimony and coldness, her kindness and self-esteem.
Only she was willing to present everything in front of him at a glance.
Just like a hedgehog covered in thorns willingly exposes its soft belly, a clam that closes its hard shell happily reveals its tender meat.
Let him take it and knead it.
Shen Yinxiao like that really belongs to Wei Cheng completely.
No matter where he was or where she was, the kite string would always be in his hand.
What Jiang Xingzhou, what Li You.
They are all old relics, ashes that break into pieces when pinched.
He sneered in his heart, but his face was still as tender as water.
Sure enough, the woman looked up in shock.
He curled his lips, smiled and kissed her.
Holding her slightly open lips, his flexible and slippery tongue pried open her teeth, and penetrated inch by inch to absorb the sweet and greasy fluid.
The sound of squeaking water lingered between the beds.
The man's throat rolled, swallowing the plundered rain.
The woman who had not had sex for several months was caught off guard and gasped for breath. The sudden intrusion of the big tongue stirred and teased in the narrow mouth.
There was fluid sliding down the corners of his mouth.
"Woooo..."
Her heart beat like a drum, and the next moment, her tongue was caught and sucked into his mouth.
Hot and rushing blood surged to his head.
It seemed like she was really going to melt away.
It was like a piece of steaming golden pastry. It was held in the mouth and crushed between the teeth. The milky white flesh melted into drops of milk.
Tick-tick-tick-
She lay limply beneath him, letting him seize control.
The man's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his hand tightly held her shoulder blade, almost rubbing the woman into her bones and blood.
The overflowing milk soaked his thin inner clothes and stuck to his body semi-transparently. A large piece of his chest was also wet.
The aroma of milk overflows.
With red eyes, he leaned down.
"Well......"
The woman grabbed his head, and their hair was messy and tangled together.
These soft lips,
This warm and fragrant body.
He was intoxicated by this, closed his eyes and sighed.
Always ask him to enjoy it.
No one can replace Shen Yinxiao.
He understands human nature well, but he is so despicable.
He could kill his father and his friends, betraying his moral integrity, but he could not let go of the light in front of him.
Like a rat in the gutter, hypocritically and humbly coveting the little embers in the darkness.
"No more..."
Tears welled up in her eyes, one drop at a time, flowing out of her eyes, flowing into her temples, and soaking the mandarin ducks playing in the water on the wedding pillow.
He paused, raised his head, and licked the corners of his mouth.
He raised his hand to wipe the water stains from the corner of her eyes and laughed: "It is said that women are particularly sentimental after becoming mothers. If I had known, I would have delayed giving birth to you a few years later. Who knew you had so many tears, it seems like you can't shed them all... ....”
She blushed and gasped.
"It's time to drink Hexin wine." She pushed his chest.
The man smiled lazily, stretched out his long arms, and took out the golden pot on the flower table outside the tent and a pair of gourds connected by red strings.
Putting it on the Nanmu Duobao Pavilion at the head of the bed, he put his arm around her shoulders and picked up the wine bottle with the other hand.
The sound of water gurgling.
She picked up two cups and handed one to him.
"The red makeup is tied with a knot, and the green trees are blooming with lotus flowers." She smiled.
Red crisp hands, yellow wine.
The soft words are in my ears, and the feeling of spring is boundless.
This situation almost made him excited and wanted to hold her down hard.
Finally, it completely belongs to him.
Watching the prey reveal its soft flesh and bones step by step, it completely belonged to him.
The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.
He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
After seeing him drink it, the woman held the gourd and put the wine to her lips.
The curve of the jade-like neck was winding, and a drop of clear water leaked from the edge of the gourd, slid past the pointed chin, followed the curve of the neck all the way down, and slid into the deep groove.
He put the gourd and flagon aside.
She opened the Duobao Pavilion on the bedside and took out a booklet, which was an account of the undergarments she had made for the soldiers on the front line when she had nothing to do at home a few months ago.
He laughed and said: "A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Although we can't do it as a courtesy to Duke Zhou tonight, at least we don't have to look at the account book at this time. What's the use of that little money? It's late at night, don't let it hurt your eyes."
She glanced at him: "It's not for me to see, it's for you to see. In the past few months, I have spent money from my own pocket with other ladies to make clothes for you. You have to pay me the bills. It is not easy for me to save money. .”
He smiled: "No matter how much you use, you can use it from the bank in the mansion. You don't have to ask me for reimbursement."
She refused: "I don't want to be criticized. When the time comes, the new wife's housekeeper will make the decision, and I will have to look at other people's opinions to make up for my loss."
His smile faded: "When the time comes, let her move to the ancestral home. We live here. She can't control you, and she will never bully you."
"That is a future matter."
She took out the paper that had been prepared in Duobao Pavilion.
It is a note for withdrawing money from the treasury.
It clearly states the specific amount of silver to be withdrawn from the treasury, and it only takes Wei Cheng's seal to take effect.
He smiled helplessly, picked up the clothes on the ground, searched for the seal, and put the seal on the paper.
She looked at the completed note and smiled slightly.
"Are you ready?" He looked at her satisfied look and couldn't help but smile: "How can you rip off your husband like this on a big day..."
Before he finished speaking, he slowly frowned.
The body that was half propped up also swayed.
The base of the tongue was slightly numb, and gradually, not only the base of the tongue, but also the entire body began to become numb.
He subconsciously reached out to pull her, and she shrank back.
Confusion flashed in the man's eyes for a moment, and he soon understood.
He widened his eyes and looked at the calm woman in front of him in shock.
"sorry."
Her lips trembled, fear, excitement, guilt and reluctance, all kinds of emotions intertwined together, and her heart was beating wildly.
"I can't convince myself."
"I've been very unhappy these days."
She covered her face and lowered her head deeply. Water drops fell on the Yuanyang brocade quilt, and the dark water stains wetted the Yuanyang's colorful tail feathers.
"I am such a selfish woman. I can't force myself to do things I don't want to do for my daughter."
She trembled at the mention of the poor child who was crying for food.
"I thought about taking Peilin away, but I can't guarantee that I can give her a life without worries about food and clothing. I can't drag her down..."
"You are her father, and she will live better if she follows you."
"I can't be a good mother, nor can I be a wife, even a concubine..."
"These days, whenever I close my eyes, I think of my father...even if he is not my biological father, even if he is not very kind to me..."
"You also have a daughter, you should understand, right?"
The big hand with exposed veins reached out tremblingly and pinched her wrist hard, but she easily broke it open.
The man's body was tense and he was leaning on the soft pillow, his eyes were blood red.
Under the tight skin, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he struggled to suppress the sobs in his throat.
"Why......"
The voice was hoarse and trembling.
Why.
Why do you do this to him.
"It's not poisonous, it's just a medicine. I put some juice extracted from grassroots into the Hexin wine." She helped him lie down and covered him with a quilt.
"It will only temporarily make you unable to move. I have controlled the dosage of the medicine. You will rest until noon tomorrow and you will recover naturally."
"Just think of me as dead."
His face was pale, and his heart seemed to be cracking piece by piece.
Does it hurt? It hurts.
Unable to say, nowhere to say, nothing to say.
Like a thousand knives and axes slashing at his heart, he could even feel his heart bleeding. The blood was draining away bit by bit, and his heart was dying bit by bit.
As long as she looks back.
As long as she looks back, he can live again.
He was even willing to treat it as an episode, a dream, and he would still be her husband tomorrow.
He is the father of his daughter.
Even if it's not for him, he should give him a third of charity for his daughter, isn't it?
Why, there are such cold and heartless women in the world.
He clutched the brocade quilt underneath him tightly, breathing tremblingly.
He stared intently at the large clumps of silver-white peonies on the top of the tent.
On the purple gauze tent, the peonies bloomed brightly and pungently, yet so ironically.
The woman next to him moved past him, got out of bed, and dressed.
He stared at her retreating back.
A desperate sob finally escaped from his tight throat.
"do not go."
