The Prince Consort's Beloved

She climbed her hands around his neck, and he lowered his head slightly to meet her, giving her a kiss that he cherished most on her lips.

Then their lips touched, and softness and warmth came over me like a tidal wave. My heart seemed to be filled with a constant stream of warm currents, which became more and more and more, and became a flood.

Xiao Luobai hugged her tightly in his arms, the possessiveness in his eyes became more and more fierce. He kept taking like an insatiable beast, greedily absorbing her breath, wishing he could press her into his chest, completely possess her and never separate again.

Li Yuanrou was almost suffocated by him, and all her sounds and breaths were swallowed up by Xiao Luobai.

Li Yuanrou gradually felt her brain lacking oxygen. She reached out and slapped his shoulder hard, but Xiao Luobai grabbed that restless hand with ease and slowly clasped his fingers with hers, as if he wanted to pour each other into his fingertips and become one.

There was infinite attachment in his eyes, and he raised his hand with his fingers entangled with hers and pressed it to her ear.

Her eyes were filled with mist, reflecting Xiao Luobai's scarlet eyes.

The warm breath blends with each other, lingering.

This kiss was exceptionally long and intense.

Although he was so moved that he couldn't control himself, he still endured it and walked around gently, being extremely gentle.

Yes, she suddenly remembered that he said that all his tenderness would be given to her alone...

All the love is for her alone...

As her thoughts and feelings arise, the feeling of soul entanglement rolls up the infinite tide of emotions flowing into the rivers and into the sea, as if fireworks exploded in the sky with a "bang" and then slowly fell down. Bits of warmth spread into her heart, and after slightly heating up, it turned into Li Yuanrou's favorite winter sun, making people feel lazy and comfortable to indulge in it.

The clouds on Chifeng Mountain were so white and beautiful that Li Yuanrou seemed to be on the top of Chifeng Mountain. The white clouds were leisurely and contented, lifting her up and floating gently above the blue sky.

The white clouds are as light as feathers, dancing with the wind, gathering or dispersing, appearing or disappearing. Their ever-changing postures are intoxicating, and their trembling tenderness and lingeringness are nostalgic.

She found that his love at this moment was not just ordinary lust as usual, but was filled with a passion as if he wanted to dig her heart out.

This extreme sincerity made Li Yuanrou burst into tears and she felt inexplicably moved.

He gently kissed her tearful eyes, his Adam's apple slid rhythmically, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "It's like this, this is what it feels like to be in love..."

Li Yuanrou raised her white hands to wipe the sweat from his forehead. An indescribable emotion surged up, and tears filled her eyes again. It seemed that the strong emotion and love were what she had been waiting for for a long time and she was finally satisfied and regretless.

Xiao Luobai's eyes were filled with tenderness. He kissed her cherry-like lips again, and his heartstrings were moved again?

The pervasive love surrounds them from all directions, bringing infinite tenderness to drown each other in this boundless happiness.

From beginning to end, there were no huge troops, only gurgling water.

Life is passionate, hidden in the ordinary,

Where the heart is going, just follow the past.

Still waters run deep, Cangsheng sings.

The mountains stop and the rivers flow; rabbits rise and ducks fly.

The six petals are flying, the fire is scorching in July,

The night is full of darkness, and the yang and the hibernation are about to begin.

A thousand kinds of desolation, this is the dream,

After traveling thousands of miles, this is my home.

The makeup is washed away, the pearls are no longer covered,

It is like a tiny ray of light, which turns into a torch and becomes the sun.

It is not too late for the sun to set, the moon is like the wind,

The years are lingering and the flowers are fragrant.

Regardless of old age, regardless of ups and downs,

The years are long and the love is harmonious in the end.

………………

The red and fragmented sunlight shone through the gauze curtain. Li Yuanrou closed her eyes lightly and moved in his arms. The big hand on her waist tightened and gently pulled her back, letting her press against a hot chest again...

"Husband, it's noon."

"Don't worry, hold me for a while longer."