C63 Joy like a god 2

It was also at this moment that he once again began his diligent performance, just like a person who would never show any sign of fatigue.

Finally, he was exhausted again.

She had lost control of her body, and now she was completely suppressed. On her.

Every pore in his body was now completely stretched out, making him feel extremely comfortable.

Days of anger, worry, fear … Suddenly, they all disappeared without a trace. How good! The outside world had given him flowers. Young Master's nickname, but, who knew, it was only now that he truly understood the benefits of a woman?

At the tip of his nose, the faint fragrance of plum blossoms wafted into the air.

Luo Mei Xuan.

Luo Mei Xuan.

He thought, from today onwards, he would live in Luo Mei Xuan for a long time, treating this place as their marriage chamber. He would be together with her, day after day, loving and loving … In the future, they would have children, couples would coexist harmoniously, fathers and children would be filial, and they would spend a long and beautiful time together …

Yes, it was the first time he had opened his heart.

This was the only time he felt most satisfied.

Extremely tired, he once again fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was almost noon.

The sunlight had completely penetrated the curtains.

The room lit up.

He opened his eyes.

It was very strange, because he had never had such a comfortable and sweet sleep in his life. His entire body was filled with vitality, and he even wanted to stretch his waist very comfortably. However, his arm was lightly bound.

There was a woman curled up like a shrimp in his arms.

The sun shone on her jet-black hair, and her snow-white face and tender legs stuck out. Then he saw that below her neck... A trail of bruises...

Unexpectedly, she was still sleeping. She was breathing sweetly, but her sleeping posture was very strange. She curled up like a baby inside a mother's womb and leaned against him. She was extremely intimate, extremely docile, and without even a little distance between them …

No, this womb … seemed to be Qu Cunzi's embrace.

He looked doubtfully at his arm around hers and thought, Am I your mother?

This time, he wasn't drunk or lost. He was rational and sober, and he could see her clearly.

This was not the moonlight.

No!

When Yue Ming fell asleep, it was the most elegant S-shaped curve. This was because it would make her waist, which was at least 40 centimeters long, appear even more bountiful. That was a position she had trained for many years as an artiste. She would never lose her composure, even in her dreams.

Yue Ming's posture was so elegant, how could she curl up into a shrimp?

He pushed her away. Why was she here?

He knocked himself on the head and suddenly remembered — Oh my god, since she was not Yue Ming!

Then, who was this woman?

However, what happened last night was still lingering in his heart. It was like an aged woman's red, lingering around his heart for three months without ceasing.

He was frightened and at a loss what to do. He stretched out his hand and grabbed her like an eagle catching a chick. He held her body up horizontally. "Who are you? Why did you climb onto my bed? "

She woke up from her beautiful dream. Her body was like a log, on the verge of collapse.

He was lifted up in the air. Oh god, was this guy the champion of weight lifting? Was he trying to seize the opportunity? He raised it? Lift? Would he also throw her ruthlessly into the ground like a weightlifting champion?

This shock was simply no small matter.

"Master..." "potential customer, quickly put me down …"

His arm's strength was very strong, yet he was still able to lift her up so steadily with such a hand. Looking at him, wow, this guy's body was truly bruised and bruised … He could imagine the madness he felt last night.

Only then did he realize that he was also exhausted. He loosened his grip and she fell heavily onto the soft bed.

Fortunately, the mattress was very thick and did not hurt at all.

Feeling relieved, she quickly grabbed the blanket and covered it up.

Qu Cunzi faced that pair of wet black eyes. The person who used to be lazy, now had drooping eyelashes and a dark red face. Rather than calling it bashful, it would be more accurate to call it a faint uneasiness.

He bent down and gazed at her eyelashes, once again touching that feeling that was as light as a cicada's wing. She mumbled and closed her eyes. She pulled her hands together and used the blanket to cover herself from head to toe.

He had been nervous, but he had mischievously lifted the quilt.

He held her hand as she pulled at the quilt. His gaze fell on the bruises on top of it and he looked away, down at her neck … Li Xiaobao was completely terrified by his gaze, but he quickly whispered into his ear, "Hey … Do you feel any pain? "

Her face turned red, but she kept quiet. "It doesn't hurt much."

"Hey, you don't feel any pain even with so many wounds on your body?"

The kisses, the bites, were shocking. He thought she wouldn't be able to get out of bed for three days.

She followed his gaze, saw the scars, and realized that she had misunderstood. She hurriedly shook her head, and then nodded again.

His gaze changed to follow her gaze.

The quilt was lifted by him, and on the clean bed sheet … Red.

There was something so glaring.

How could that be?

How could that be?

He was so shocked that he didn't know what to do.

This damned boy.

She, she, she, she … She, she, she, she … "Never had a man before?

Damn it.

His gaze was fixed on that patch of red. After a long while, he suddenly became very angry and jumped up. "Who let you into my bed?"

"This is my bed."

He froze. Sure enough, he realized that something was wrong with the room.

This is the Wutong Xuan.

How did he come to the Wutong Xuan?

The scene from last night vaguely appeared, but it was unclear. The dryness in his body. Hot, as though the ashes of the dead were about to rise again, he didn't dare to believe that the beautiful dream he had had last night actually originated from her.

"I... I don't take you for another person, do I? "

She nodded honestly. "Yes. You keep calling another woman's name. "

However, the embarrassment turned into anger. "You shameless woman, since you've been used as a substitute, why don't you leave?"

She was even more baffled than him: "Am I not your love? If you're not satisfied with other women, it's a good idea to find a concubine... Otherwise, what are you spending money for? "

It's all in the novel.

The male lead loved the female lead, but the female lead had offended him … In his madness, the male lead would of course find another substitute … At this moment, women who were cannon fodder often appeared. They tried to confuse the male lead, using their bodies as weapons, tricking the male lead, the typical fox spirit. They thought that they could henceforth take advantage of the situation and enter the room, becoming the male lead's new pet … The problem was that the male protagonists were usually unrecognizable when they pulled up their pants.