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Zong Zhenglin holds Mu Xiyao in his arms and sits down on the cool chair. He first gives her a cup of warm water. This is a small habit of Mu Xiyao that I learned last time in another hospital. Just waiting for her to swallow down, Zong Zhenglin bent down and down, with plump and watery lips. Two people embrace in the same place, body close, lips and teeth intertwined, smacking sound.

At first, Zong Zhenglin was still tender and affectionate. Later, he couldn't stand the disturbance of Mu Xiyao's little tongue. If he rolled her up, he was a kiss. His breath was short and his chest was undulating.

Mu Xiyao's whole body is soft and boneless. He only leans on Zong Zhenglin's chest, grabs his lapel with both hands, and hits Zong Zhenglin's chest with burning breath, which makes his back stiff and his abdomen tense.

"Your Highness, how will I serve you in the bath?" Mu Xiyao asked breathlessly.

Zong Zhenglin directly picked up the person and went to the edge of the pool and put her down gently. Unexpectedly, Mu Xiyao's feet fell to the ground, unable to stand firm at all, they went down. Zong Zhenglin quickly took her slender waist with one hand and rubbed her cheek with the other. The teasing in his eyes was obvious. "This is that, Jiao powerless?"

Listening to the man's complacency, Mu Xiyao untied Zong Zhenglin's inner garment, slowly pulled it away, and gently rubbed his fingertips across the man's chest. She said softly, "my concubine is not as strong as your highness." the tone was high, and her eyes looked at Zong Zhenglin's arched crotch, then moved away shyly, and her face was pretty red.

Zong Zhenglin was teased by her small hands and eyes. He took a deep look at the woman's coquettish appearance and dragged her into the pool.

Zong Zhenglin is tall and straight, and his figure of practicing martial arts all the year round is perfect. Mu Xiyao stood behind him, holding up the pool water with her small hand, and gently washed his back. However, he saw a scar extending from his left shoulder to his right waist. Mu Xiyao's fingertips slowly depict the old scar, which makes Zong Zhenglin tremble.

"Your Highness, will it still hurt?" Again and again, repeatedly stroking the belly.

"He was assassinated at the age of seven, and he has been well." Short description, but listen to Mu Xiyao heart some sour. For children in the palace, there is a saying that "there is no childhood." I grew up in all kinds of privacy since I was a child. I may die at any time. It's really sad.

Mu Xiyao's lips touch, as if with care, the tip of the tongue along the scar, slowly kiss and down.

Zong Zhenglin gasped heavily and pulled people to his body. Mu Xiyao's clothes are stained with water. The outline of her chest and the color of her top are at a glance. Zong Zhenglin's Fengmu eyes closed slightly, and with a little force on his hand, he tore off the Mu Xiyao lining, leaving only the bright red belly pocket tightly attached to the white porcelain carcass.

"Your Highness, you haven't cleaned up yet ～" the little woman's trembling protest, Zong Zhenglin slightly restrained himself, held Mu Xiyao in his arms, and walked over a few steps, sitting on the steps and letting her wait on her.

With Zong Zhenglin's burning sight, Mu Xiyao's snow-white catkin caresses her strong muscles, and occasionally rubs her allergy, which only makes Zong Zhenglin's eyes more and more profound.

With her little hand touching her abdominal muscles, Mu Xiyao raised her head and saw Zong Zhenglin's laryngeal knot rolling slightly. With a bad heart, she put out her tongue and put it together with a thick smile when she left. Zong Zhenglin used to lead her, but now his whole body is agitated. All the fire and heat rush down to her body, which causes some pain.

Holding Mu Xiyao's hand, Zong Zhenglin took her to help him untie his trousers. He coaxed him with soft words and said, "I'm not afraid. Good, move. " Then he held Mu Xiyao's small hand and stroked it up and down.

Zong Zhenglin is excited. The scene in his dream is now half finished. He stays in the evening The more you think about it, the more you can't stand the fire in your body. With the other hand, you immediately pull away Mu Xiyao's last shelter, and lean over.

The woman's low groan suddenly enlarged, and her hands unconsciously exerted some strength. She even touched her empty hand, as if he had tormented her, and she would return it. She would not admit defeat.

Zong Zhenglin could not stand such a provocation. He snorted and gasped from Mu Xiyao's chest. Tongue is to a pair of soft love do not release mouth, suck, gently bite with teeth.

Mu Xiyao exclaimed in surprise. His hand accidentally scraped his fingertips across the top. Zong Zhenglin's back was suddenly stiff. There was a bone corroding numbness rising from his waist. Before he could suppress it, he was grasped by Mu Xiyao's small hand. Zong Zhenglin roared and his desire gushed out.

Mu Xiyao looked at the wet hands, a Jiaoyin, then hid in Zong Zhenglin's arms, only the small ears exposed outside were bright red.

Zong Zhenglin gasps for breath, calms his heart and shortens his breath, gently embraces Mu Xiyao, and his red ears are a burst of licking. And a tender kiss on the side of the neck. When the breath is stable, she digs out Mu Xiyao. The woman's face is flushed with shame. In her eyes full of spring water, there are ripples of emotion. Her mouth is slightly open, and she is still spitting out her breath.Zong Zhenglin's desire to release is also impetuous.

"Goblin!" After cleaning her in a hurry, she picked it up and went to the side of the soft couch. She pulled the dry robe and wrapped it up. Then she was slightly calmed down.

The words "Your Highness ～～" were just uttered, and they were kissed. Zong Zhenglin low hoarse voice warning her, "to provoke again, here to you."

Mu Xiyao blinked her eyes wrongly and cried a little. Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he carried her to the main room.

Mu Xiyao is paralyzed and manipulated by him. Looking at Zong Zhenglin's frown on a pile of women's clothes, he laughs with a bad heart.

Zong Zhenglin turned his head and looked at her evil. The corners of his mouth stirred up, "has the strength recovered? So Very good. " Then she looked at her whole body in a meaningful way.

Mu Xiyao froze, her eyes turned, then said charmingly, "Your Highness, I heard that there are brave people, seven times a night, I don't know if it is true?" Zong Zhenglin raised his eyebrows and responded happily, "don't envy me. I'll know it tonight."

In exchange for mu Xiyao's small hands, Zong Zhenglin finally stumbled to put on her clothes.

Two people are in the grinding room, but listen to mother Zhao outside that the maid of concubine Tang Shu has something to report.

Zong Zhenglin did not seem to hear, still stroking Mu Xiyao's hair, look focused. Mu Xiyao pulled the wrinkly outer shirt made by the man beside him, and then called waiting in the side hall.

Looking at the appearance of her highness and the master, mother Zhao understood one or two of them and walked out with a smile.

Mu Xiyao pulls Zong Zhenglin's cuffs and looks up at him in a twinkling. "Your Highness, do you want to count the girls at night?" The tone was peaceful, and a small hand touched the soft meat on the waist and stabbed several times as threatening.

Zong Zhenglin was amused by her small appearance, "Yu Shu Nu has never tried." Raise Mu Xiyao small chin to rub gently, and gaze at her again, "Yu Yi female, several times, come to try tonight, OK?" His eyes were hot and his voice was low.

Mu Xiyao's face was red and he scolded "not serious!" He got up to go to the side hall. Zong Zhenglin also got up, shook her hand and went with him.

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