After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she became a spirit and was punished, and

Xiyu watched attentively, the big hand that was originally around her waist slowly moved its position and flowed easily in front of her.

With one hand he sketched the lines of flowers and plants on the paper, and with the other hand he sketched an unknown pattern in front of her, but his pen tip was incredibly steady.

She felt the itch in front of her and rubbed her body uncomfortably, trying to avoid his mischievous fingertips.

The door was not even closed. This guy is so bold.

Xiyu's face had turned red at some point, spreading from the base of her ears all the way down, and even the skin on her neck had turned pink.

Under the body and in front of the chest.

No place is comfortable.

She rubbed it left and right, and the man suddenly stopped writing, put his face close to her neck, and exhaled warm breath, "We're done, it's time for us to go to bed."

His voice was hoarse and low, as if it was filled with lust.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiyu was picked up in the air. Until she was gently placed on the bed, she didn't react at all and wondered how she changed from sitting on him to being carried like a princess.

There was a soft brocade quilt beneath her, and Yinzhen, who was full of desire, was kissing her until she was dizzy, her eyes were blurred, and her brain was blank.

Her body went limp little by little, and she fell into the man's trap bit by bit as if by reflex, her arms involuntarily climbing up his neck.

"Goo~"

A rumbling sound of intestines was heard between the two of them. Yinzhen slightly propped up his arms and looked steadily at the person under him with his pair of dark eyes.

"Hehe~"

Xiyu smiled shyly, her eyebrows curved and a cute dimple dotted the corner of her mouth.

Yinzhen let out a soft laugh and then buried his head in the other's neck to calm his desire. After a moment, he gave the young lady a kiss on her dimple, then stood up and walked out the door.

Her clothes had already loosened due to their movements. Xiyu hugged the quilt to cover her exposed smooth shoulders.

She looked at the man's back thoughtfully as he left, and her mind couldn't help but think of what her mother had said before.

There is more than one way to relieve physical desires.

She lowered her thick long eyelashes to hide the embarrassment in her eyes.

Of course she knew it, as she had tried other methods before.

It was just that one time, and it was Yinzhen who took the initiative. If she had to take the initiative, how could she do that...

Xiyu pursed her lips slightly, staring at the slender fingers that were entangled in front of her, and her face became even redder.

Yinzhen came back quickly, and when he entered the room again, he was holding a bowl of thick sweet soup in his hand.

It looks like it has been prepared for a long time.

Xiyu took it with a smile, leaning against the bed, eating bite after bite, enjoying it so sweetly.

Every time she took a bite, she would look up at Yinzhen who was sitting opposite her reading a book.

Yinzhen's lips curled up into a faint smile, and he said without raising his head, "My Lord doesn't even know when Lady Fu Jin will eat, and he has to watch her eat."

Xiyu swallowed the food in her mouth and replied in a sweet voice, "Yes, my Lord is so beautiful that he is a feast for the eyes."

After saying that, she put down the bowl in her hand and hooked her finger at the man.

Yinzhen was puzzled and stood up and moved closer. Suddenly, a warm and soft girl fell into his arms, with a faint scent of jasmine.

The young lady rubbed the side of his neck gently, and then, as if mustering up the courage, she placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Very soft.

With sweetness.

It's so tempting that it makes people feel itchy.

The two men faced each other, and Yinzhen slightly distanced himself. The lust that had just subsided surged up again, dyeing his eyes red.

"Think about it?"

He whispered, his voice low and hoarse.

He leaned forward slightly, put his forehead and nose tip close to the young lady's forehead, and rubbed it lightly downwards.

Xiyu's eyes were sparkling, and the flickering candlelight reflected tiny starlight in her eyes.

"No."

She denied it, her cheeks flushed as she pressed the man under her, holding the last syllable in her mouth and sending it to the other person.

Yinzhen fell down following the other person's movements.

He held the young lady's waist with one hand to prevent her from rolling off him, and with the other hand he covered the back of her head, deepening the kiss little by little.

The two people's breaths intertwined with each other, lingering as if neither of them was willing to let go of each other.

He slightly bent his long legs, carefully turned their positions, supported himself on the bed with one hand, and bit his back teeth hard, finally suppressing the urge under his body.

The fingers of his other hand gently stroked the broken hair on the little wife's temples, and he panted slightly, "The imperial physician said that it won't work within three months."

The warm breath sprayed on her hair, causing it to tremble slightly.

After saying that, Yinzhen propped himself up and moved away from her. When he was about to get off the bed, his fingers were grabbed again.

For fear of hurting the young lady, he did not dare to use any force and had to return to his original position.

!!!

His eyes suddenly widened and his expression was slightly stunned. The next moment he pulled the little wife to sit on him.

...After a long time, his Adam's apple trembled slightly, and he raised his head and exhaled heavily.

Xiyu's face flushed red, and she rubbed her hands gently on the other person's chest to wipe off the sweat on her hands.

Yinzhen put his big hands around her neck, pressed her towards him and kissed her fiercely until her lips became red and swollen.

The clothes on both men were intact, just dirty.

He picked the person up in this position and went to the warm room next door.

The two of them immersed themselves in the warm water together before taking off their wet clothes.

After an incense stick of time, the two lay back on the bed.

Xiyu was already exhausted. She leaned in Yinzhen's arms and closed her eyes obediently.

The man snorted, "Fujin is really brave today."

The tone was calm, and no emotion could be heard.

Xiyu raised her lips slightly, closed her eyes and gently rubbed his neck, "Master endures the hardship every day, Yaoyao feels sorry for you."

Her voice still had a lingering charm, which inadvertently touched Yinzhen's heart.

She actually dared to tease him. Yinzhen lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, sucking hard.

"No, I can't do that anymore. Yaoyao is tired."

She flinched in fear and stepped back to distance herself from them.

My fingers are still soft and I can't exert any strength.

Yinzhen held the person in his arms and pressed him tightly against his body. "What are you thinking about? Go to sleep."

Is this shy?

Xiyu curled her lips and changed into a comfortable position.

The moonlight shines through the dense branches and leaves of the trees and falls on the window sill, casting mottled light and shadows.

A breeze blew by, and the leaves made a rustling sound, accompanied by the faint chirping of insects.

The next morning, an uninvited guest came to the East Third Office.

There was a hint of surprise in Yinzhen's eyes. The emperor was faster than he had expected. It seemed that he was really angry with his second brother.

Xiyu's heart beat involuntarily, and a sense of relief flashed through her mind. Fortunately, she went to bed early last night and did not stay in bed all night.

Although the makeup and hair style are very simple and plain at this moment, they are neat and dignified and do not lose manners.