Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Feng Liuyun walked back with the person in his arms. When he approached the door of the inner room, the door opened naturally without wind.

Without even a pause, he walked into the room and the door closed with a slight sound.

This inner room is usually used as a temporary resting place and is equipped with all the necessary beds, tables and chairs.

Feng Liuyun held Yun Hanqing and walked straight to the innermost part, and gently placed her on the clean bed.

As soon as Yun Hanqing was released, he rolled to the side flexibly, escaped from Feng Liuyun's control, and then found the right opportunity and ran to the door.

Three steps, two steps, one step.

Her hand had already reached the door, and she could just open it and run out.

But why, no matter how hard I tried, the door didn't budge at all. I couldn't push it open or pull it open.

Yun Hanqing became more and more anxious, and tears welled up in her eyes unconsciously.

"princess."

When she heard Feng Liuyun's cold voice, she suddenly realized: since the door could be opened without anyone's control just now, it can naturally not be opened now.

It all depends on the man behind her.

Yun Hanqing turned around slowly, her hair was a little messy from rolling on the bed, her cheeks were a little rosy from running just now, and her eyes, as clear and affectionate as autumn water, were full of pleading.

Feng Liuyun reached out and brushed aside the strands of hair that were stuck to her cheek. His gentle movements made Yun Hanqing feel as if she saw some hope.

She followed his actions obediently, her trembling voice delicate and pitiful.

"Master, not today. Any day in the future will do, okay?"

"Do not."

Feng Liuyun spat out a word coldly, then pressed the man against the door panel and demanded a kiss without giving him any chance to refuse.

At first it was just gentle sucking and licking. After tasting the appetizer, Feng Liuyun stuck out his tongue, drove deep into her, and rolled up all the juice in Yunhanqing's mouth.

Yun Hanqing struggled desperately and shook her head, not wanting to do this with him here.

Several times, she was able to escape successfully, and Feng Liuyun's kiss changed from lips to cheek.

A strong sense of jealousy swept over him, and dissatisfaction flashed in Feng Liuyun's eyes. The lips touching her cheek opened slightly and he bit her lightly.

"pain."

Yun Hanqing cried out in pain softly. In fact, the bite was not very strong, but the slight pain felt very long-lasting.

It seems that this pain is always showing the presence of the person who left this mark.

"If it hurts, just remember it, remember this day."

Feng Liuyun seemed extremely ruthless at this moment. He stretched out his hand, held her tightly, and continued to kiss her deeply.

Yun Hanqing was left breathless by his intense demands. Knowing that she could not escape today, she took the initiative to stick out her tongue to touch his.

The moment he received the feedback, Feng Liuyun felt as if he had been electrocuted, and a feeling of ecstasy spread over him.

The originally ferocious biting and gnawing suddenly became gentle. After a while, he gently separated his lips from hers and leaned his forehead softly on hers, like a beast that was appeased.

Yun Hanqing moved his wrist carefully, loosening the grip.

She loosely wrapped her arms around Feng Liuyun's waist, a hint of shame flashed across her eyes, but her voice was as gentle as when she was talking to Duan Xuanyi.

"Master, I am willing to be your real wife, and I am willing to do it today, but not here, okay? I... I am afraid."

Yun Hanqing originally wanted to say something like "funerals are unlucky", but when she thought that the person lying outside was her husband, she couldn't say the words.

She had already let her husband down, so how could she tarnish his reputation further?

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and waited for someone to carry her away.

Feng Liuyun did not respond to her. There was silence in the room for a long time. It was so silent that Yun Hanqing felt a little scared, and then she was picked up horizontally.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she realized that the direction she was moving was wrong.

"National Master? Why aren't you going out?"

Yun Hanqing opened his eyes and asked hurriedly.

Feng Liuyun's low laughter was heard in the house, which seemed very strange in the silent room.

"Princess, I didn't promise you, did I?"

"Princess, since you have found a new love, you naturally have to say goodbye to your old love. Your late husband should also get to know your new husband, right?"

"It's nice here, Princess. I like it very much."

He addressed Yun Hanqing as "Princess" in every sentence, which constantly stimulated her and deepened her memory.

Sure enough, Yun Hanqing's eyes turned red, and she began to struggle even harder than before, leaning obediently.

But no matter how hard she tried, she could not escape Feng Liuyun's shackles.

Having lived for who knows how many years, how could Feng Liuyun be a kind-hearted ascetic with a pure mind and no scheming?

He was a black-hearted man who did not have the forbearance to let the only love of his life leave.

He wants Yun Hanqing's body, and he won't let go of her heart either.

Why choose the inner room behind the mourning hall?

Being so close to Duan Xuanyi, Yun Hanqing must have felt sad, and naturally, he buried the memories of today deep in his mind and didn't want to think about them.

Considering that Yun Hanqing was willing to die for Duan Xuanyi, I cannot replace the impression he left in her heart for the time being.

But even if he cannot replace her, Feng Liuyun will slowly erase that person's place in Yun Hanqing's heart.

Yun Hanqing would feel guilty and humiliated for doing such a thing with someone in the inner room behind the mourning hall, when her late husband's body was still warm.

But the more guilty and humiliated she felt, the less she wanted to think about what happened that day.

Naturally, the memory of Duan Xuanyi's death would also be buried deep, and it would be difficult for her to feel sad and grief about it.

As the emotions invested decrease, slowly, the memory of that person will be gradually erased.

"Hanqing, don't close your eyes, look at me."

Feng Liuyun took off their clothes, and began to gently kiss and touch them all over their bodies.

"Comfortable?"

He was not good at it at first, and had read very few books, so he could only explore slowly based on instinct.

People with extraordinary talents are always gifted, especially when Feng Liuyun was practicing Taoism, he was the best at sensing people's emotions and natural voices.

Now it is also easy to use when feeling Yun Hanqing or the emotion of being happy and uncomfortable.

The humiliating but joyful moans and the satisfied gasps intertwined together, the graceful figure and the strong and slender waist and abdomen overlapped, the scenery was so beautiful that it made the moon blush and pull the white clouds beside it to cover half of its face.

"Hanqing, you lied to me. I am very happy to have sex with you."

The low and hoarse narration made my earlobes red.

The mournful sobbing sound is captivating, and there is no more frost in the romantic eyes.

He lowered his head, blocking the lips that would make the sound that would tear his sanity apart, and demanded endlessly.

Even an ascetic ascetic would find it difficult to control himself when he first tastes lust.

Winter is approaching and the nights are getting longer.

Feng Liuyun is very happy with this change. The long night, the long time, when he is with the person he loves, he will never feel lonely.

Patches of red traces are imprinted in the snow, just like blooming hibiscus flowers, charming and beautiful.