Traveling through the Lotus Tower: Li Lianhua, you must live well

After putting the person next to the bathtub, he put his hands on Su Ci's waist, and with a hook and pull of his slender fingers, he easily untied the belt.

Su Ci was startled and woke up. He immediately held Li Lianhua's hand shyly and said, "I... I can do it myself. You go out first."

Li Lianhua's eyes moved, and her handsome eyebrows and eyes were full of seductive charm, "It's okay, since Madam is sleepy, it's my duty to help you."

After saying that, he took action himself without allowing any objection, and swallowed Su Ci's exclamation in the process.

A rustling sound was heard, and soon the clothes of both people fell to the ground and mixed together, indistinguishable from each other.

The hot water splashed into the bathtub or scattered on the two of them as Li Lianhua and Su Ci moved.

The fog in the bathroom gradually grew thicker, and in the dimness, the overlapping figures of the two people became increasingly unclear.

Faint sobs and low coaxing sounds occasionally came out of the house and were blown away by the night wind.

I don’t know how long it was before the sound of water breaking was heard.

Su Ci was held horizontally in Li Lianhua's arms and walked quickly towards the wedding bed.

He leaned over and looked at the person he had placed on the bed. Her inky black hair covered the entire bed. Although it was such a solemn red, it only highlighted the charming color of the girl.

Su Ci's usually clear eyes were now blurred, his mind was absent-minded and his soul was wandering in the sky. At the end of his eye, a crystal clear teardrop was hanging, about to fall.

Her appearance of being at the mercy of others aroused Li Lianhua's appetite, and he wanted to see her crying and begging.

Even though he had just enjoyed a delicious meal, he still couldn't quell the growing fire.

Su Ci was burned by Li Lianhua's eyes, and a blush appeared on his face involuntarily, as brilliant as the morning glow.

Li Lianhua's hot and rapid breathing hit her rosy-cheeked skin, evoked a tingling sensation that made Su Ci tremble all over.

She pressed tightly against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling every rise and fall of his body, her breathing becoming more rapid.

Li Lianhua's internal force shook, and the gauze curtain slowly fell down. The figures inside the tent overlapped and rose and fell, like mandarin ducks embracing each other, tossed by the red waves.

When the sky was turning pale, Li Lianhua had finally eaten and drunk her fill, and let go of someone who had been tossed over and over in the pancake pan for countless times and was so tired that he almost fell asleep.

He casually put on a piece of clothing, then lifted the gauze curtain, stood up and opened the window to disperse the overly strong smell in the room.

After cleaning the bodies of the two people, Li Lianhua lifted the quilt and lay back down, holding the person who had become as limp as a puddle of water in her arms.

The next day, when Su Ci woke up, he felt that the sunlight outside was a little dazzling, as if the sun was already at its zenith.

She blinked and felt her eyes extremely sore, her throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, and she felt a dull pain when swallowing her saliva. Her waist was so sore that she couldn't use any strength.

Fortunately, there was no sticky feeling on her body, otherwise she would have been even more crazy.

Su Ci now finally understood why in novels, after the heroine and the hero applauded for love, the heroine's body looked like it had been run over by a truck.

This metaphor is so damn vivid.

Isn't it just being crushed repeatedly?

Su Cisheng lay helplessly on the bed for a long time before he recovered from the initial discomfort.

I just wanted to get out of bed and pour a glass of water, but found that I couldn't move.

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It was too difficult. I revised this chapter several times.

There are obviously some with larger dimensions than this one, why is it stuck with me?