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Fu Xiru bowed down, and Wei Liao took the opportunity to entangle him, like being coquettish, or playing tricks, nestling in his arms, as if he couldn't be in shape.He pestered Fu Xiru and didn't really want to let him apply the medicine, but after all, he put on a serious face, and obediently lay down on the bed after being pushed twice, allowing the other party to look at his wound.

Beat him up first, and then give him such a charming imagination of applying medicine, it will inevitably seem too insignificant, but Wei Liao remembers whether he eats or not, and he likes the cruelty and gentleness of this set, being pinched and kneaded wantonly After two strokes, the thighs started to tremble, and the whole body was soft in the same way. She slumped on the bed without saying a word, and buried her face in the soft brocade.

The ointment is cool, and when it is pushed away by warm fingers on the scalded wound, the most swollen spots are already bruised and purple. It looks very scary, but it is inevitable that people will have a kind of feeling that can rub him flat and round him at will. Even the destroyed self-satisfaction, he couldn't help touching a few more times, rubbing and pressing back and forth, Wei Liao's thighs were shaking, unable to close together, finally revealing a faint narrow long and narrow slit, it seemed that he had finally given up resistance, a door that could not be closed tightly .

Fu Xiru waited until he let out an uncontrollable groan, and then suddenly realized his original intention, and then dug some ointment and rubbed it on.The colorless paste was fumigated by body temperature and rubbed with fingers, and turned into water on the hot skin, sticking together, shining brightly on the red and swollen flesh, which inevitably had some unexpected meanings.

He even daubed the moisturizer on Wei Liao's lower back unconsciously, only to realize that this was far beyond the scope of applying medicine.Wei Liao's figure is long and narrow, smooth and elegant, like a bow that has been relaxed, or a string that has been unraveled and straightened out, showing involuntary relaxation, turning his head lazily, his back muscles exerting force Slightly bulging, the red and swollen buttocks couldn't exert any force, and a slight twitch from the waist caused him to inhale, with an innocent expression on his face: "What's wrong?"

All his hair was scattered, pitch black like a handful of raw silk, winding lazily around his chest, a few strands were still wrapped around his high neck, which had become the only cover on his body.Even so, he still doesn't look obscene, but is open and pure, showing the indigo pattern on his body that makes people fascinated and fearful, and there is a person in his fully adult body that can only shine brightly in the most secluded and dark places. Hui's soul.

It's just that this person is not as pure and innocent as he looks. Even if he was ignorant at first, when he met Fu Xiru's patient eyes, he understood all the unbearable desires. He kicked off the blanket wrapped around his feet with his bare feet, and stepped into Fu Xiru's arms , groping around with her snow-white and soft soles, trying to catch his desire, her expression was calm and breezy, and she was used to it: "It's common for you to see me distracted, why should you be so dignified? It really shocked me." .”

He said lazily, probably thinking that even such a casual seduction would be useless, after all, it was Fu Xiru who said thousands of times that I would never love you again, and it was Fu Xiru who was right, but he unexpectedly grabbed his ankle, Pulling his thighs away, he rushed forward, too fast to dodge, let alone react.

Wei Liao seldom showed a dumbfounded look, and subconsciously draped his shoulders in a daze, embracing him with his outstretched legs in a gesture of not knowing whether to reject or hold on.

Fu Xiru's movements were not slow, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, he grabbed his hands and pressed them to the top of his head. He didn't even bother to tie him up, and the other hand slid down his body, pinching his waist and forcing him to face up and close to his own. body, tore off his robe in twos and threes, and lifted Wei Liao's butt.

Wei Liao had to wrap his legs tightly around his waist, so that his tortured flesh would not hurt too much, and it was almost in the air.

The tightly closed folds were repeatedly rubbed impatiently. Fu Xiru bit his earlobe, neck, and chest, and accused him in a low voice: "You will never let it go, you want me to die, don't you?"

It doesn't seem like the blame of hatred made Wei Liao confused. He looked up like a reserved and helpless adult who had really tasted the cloud and rain for a long time. Feeling aggrieved, but also seemed to realize that the other party was being driven to his senses, and he was unintentionally seduced into the true face of madness, so he couldn't help being agitated, and entangled him tightly beyond his control, like a spider grasping his body several times bigger than his own. He held on to his double prey so tightly that Fu Xiru couldn't even touch the ointment, so he could only rub the entrance he refused to open repeatedly, but was unable to enter.

The suppressed one was even more eager, holding his head in front of his chest looking for something he didn't have, and muttering eagerly to himself: "Don't do it...just like this...just come in like this...I want, I want want……"

Obviously, it looks like coercion, but it is actually consensual, confused and infatuated.

Fu Xiru paused for a while, seeming to have a sense of reason after all, but Wei Liao was more urgent than him, he straightened up and rubbed against him recklessly, ripped open his tightly wrapped neckline, and bit his neck with one bite. Licking the bleeding wound with the tip of his tongue like a wild cat, he finally broke the last trace of his stubbornness.

Wei Liao often has such a desire to be tamed like a naked beast, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult at the beginning, jerky and nervous, with far more pain than imagined, and desperate madness, He couldn't even yell, he raised his head and silently held on to Fu Xiru, his whole body was stiff.

But he undoubtedly longed for this kind of intense possession, and from Fu Xiru, because he completely lost the strength to resist this protracted entanglement, and crashed headlong into his dark dream, simply smashing the cans and smashing it, collude with evil, like the horror of the doomsday desire.

He arrived at this situation early, waited alone for many years, and finally waited for his companion to go crazy with him.

It seems that many years ago when his father was newly mourned, he was entangled with Fu Xiru in the Hanyuan Hall. When the love was strong, they lay together on the dense carpet under the throne, their limbs were entangled, Wei Liao was pressed down, and he just saw Fuli on his back. The majestic algae well, the resplendent throne, and the twelve screens at the back all fell towards him, and the surrounding fields gradually became dark, except for the panting of another person, and there was gurgling water in the hallucination.

It seemed that the entire hall sank into the ground like this, allowing him to hide naked, and there was another person accompanying him.

After that, he always had the same dream for many years, but there was a missing person in the dream, so he could only sit high above like a puppet, and be his emperor underground.

This is so scary, so it is absolutely impossible for him to let go of Fu Xiru on his own initiative, without him, there would be no Wei Liao.

He knew in his heart that his attachment was full of weirdness, and the world was not like this, so he learned to be calm on his face, but after all, he was still determined in his heart, unwilling to change.

He knew that Fu Xiru was too, and he had to be.Always be.

People's hearts are changeable, but he just wants to force him to live and die together, and he will never survive each other.Such obsessions were considered crazy, but the result still satisfied him.

In fact, it's no wonder that Wei Liao is always stubborn and not afraid of hurting others. He has always been able to get everything he wants, so naturally he refuses to give in to others. Push out the door.

His self-esteem and arrogance have never hit a wall with Fu Xiru, and he has never failed.

The jerkyness in the front made the two of them think of when they were young, they tried each other and crossed the boundary together. Although they were curious and excited enough, they were also frightened and suffered.I thought that after many years, we should be familiar with each other with our eyes closed, let alone be in a hurry and lose our sense of propriety, but I didn't expect that there would be such a day.

However, after enduring the pain, Wei Liao tasted what he wanted, and Fu Xiru bowed his head to kiss him.This inevitably made him think more.

Fu Xiru was about to get married, and she got married to avoid him and reject him, but in the end, she fell into his net, and as if she was willing to lose her head, she rushed in, entwining him with undisguised longing.

Defeating Wei Chenrui was not unexpected, what really excited Wei Liao was that he finally defeated Fu Xiru.He was so fluent, so steadfast, and now he finally showed his inner mess, whether it was violence or greed, it made him shudder and overjoyed.

After fighting for more than ten years, he finally completely won this proud and self-reliant person, and got all the love that he no longer controls, is no longer perfect, ugly and ferocious.

It seems that all wishes in life are answered overnight. He may not be a good emperor, or he may eventually lose, die of rebellion, usurpation of the throne, or military disaster, but before that, he was completely He plundered all the spoils, devoured all the achievements, and engraved all the appearance of this person today in his heart.

When he met again at the spring, he knew that it would be the day when calamus bloomed again.

Fu Xiru finally admitted that he couldn't hide, let go, or hold on, so he surrendered to him and told him that you can take it all away.

Even if this is an extremely bad emperor, he is a serious courtier. After all, he has reached the point where he is not a king or a minister, committing chaos and defiled the sacred.

After all, he will give Wei Liao what he wants.

Wei Liao was hugged in his arms, groaning softly, wrapped around his neck, straightened up on him, the two of them entangled each other face to face, Fu Xiru tore off the curtain with one hand, and isolated them in this dark place. In the middle of the day, I don't know what night it is, almost fused with flesh and blood.

Sweat glued the two together, and the bed curtains became a world of their own. Wei Liao opened his eyes wide and gasped harder and harder as if he was about to die. He vaguely felt someone licking away the tears from the corners of his eyes and kissing him again. Wet and sticky eyelashes, like a pilgrimage, like swallowing.

It was like eating his soul.

"Forget about her, I'm better than her, you are married, you can also be with me..." He babbled drunkenly, and didn't care if he didn't get a response, his body was full of intoxication and complacency, as if To be pampered, indeed to be pampered.

Fu Xiru didn't answer, so he continued talking, stroking his shoulders and back with his fingers: "I will set the wedding date for you in the spring of the next year, and I will send you to marry her, but everyone knows that you come into my bedroom at night. You still can't resist getting into my bed..."

He painted a scene of immorality, which was more turbid than the current one, but he was pleased by this fantasy. He didn't recover until Fu Xiru took his fingertips and licked them reverently, looking at his face and sweaty lips. Her temples felt soft in her heart, so she obediently shut her mouth, held him tightly, and remained silent.

His life has actually been completed.

The tent was dark and the sun could not be seen, Wei Liao leaned against Fu Xiru's chest, bent his neck, propped his hands on the bed, and accommodated him with difficulty.

Beads of sweat fell from his cheeks to his chest, wet his hair, and disappeared in an instant, only a little coolness could be felt on his skin.Fu Xiru held his waist and controlled the rhythm of his slow swallowing, giving only a little at a time.

How hateful this desire to control is, but Wei Liao is so sweet that he can't even utter a word of instigation, he just let out his crying softly, accepting everything that happened to him without complaint.

The hair on his back was pushed back, and Fu Xiru was like a mighty army, gnawing at his neck, all the way down, branded with a series of slightly painful red marks, Wei Liao could hardly sit still, just when Fu Xiru let go, his whole body was immediately caught. Running through his body, he clutched the brocade sheet and let out a choked sob, shuddering, and sat still.

Fu Xiru held him tightly in his arms, with his chest and back pressed against each other. One could appreciate the delicate spine of the other, while the other could distinguish the well-defined chest rise and fall. After leaning quietly for a while, Wei Liao came to his senses. Insatiable sucking and lingering, as if still not enough.

Both of them were like-minded and refused to speak, Wei Liao turned around with difficulty, squeezed the other's penis in his mouth, hooked his neck and asked for a kiss.Fu Xiru lowered her head knowingly, held his soft and hot ass, which was wet and slippery from the ointment, and kissed him, touching her lips and tongue, all of a sudden charming and soul-stirring.

Wei Liao has never been content and bored, but at his celebration banquet, he bit his lower lip and refused to let him retreat, repeatedly poked the tip of his tongue to search and plunder, finally provoked Fu Xiru to hug him and hold him tightly. The opponent's lower body was suddenly empty, and before Wei Liao had time to react, he was pushed on the bed and knelt down.

He has a slender waist and long legs, so when he made such a posture, he naturally lowered his waist and raised his hips, lying obediently like a cub.Fu Xiru stretched out his hand to brush away the long hair on his back, leaned over to hold him down, and slowly inserted it in again.

Wei Liao's butt still hurts, but the sensations all over his body are too strong, he has no time to react, his thighs are trembling and he is eagerly waiting for the other person to fill him up, how can he care about the slight pain mixed with pleasure?

Unexpectedly, Fu Xiru pulled his hip bone suddenly, and there was a resounding sound when the body connected. Wei Liao was hit by the pain and pleasure at the same time. After eating it all, he collapsed on the bed in a dizzy state and let himself be beaten.

He is not a person who has no desire to win or lose, but is just drinking love and victory. He really can't pay attention to these small details, so he just lets him go. No matter how hard he is, he is willing anyway.

There is no time for him to be more sure than this, Fu Xiru loves him, he would rather go crazy and love him.

Wei Liao was so brittle and weak from his unprecedented firm cognition that he couldn't even pick it up, but he was helped to sit up and had to move by himself.He ejaculated in a mess early on, now he just blindly flows ambiguous liquid pitifully, but he can't ejaculate anything, he just feels uncomfortable, only feels that his body position has been changed several times, he is truly insane, he is in a daze for a while, hugging Fu Xiru and tossing , at the same time whimpering and coquettish: "Marry me, marry me, I'm no worse than her, I'll give you everything, you can't go..."

What he said seemed to be drunk, and it seemed that he was extremely pitiful and was abandoned by others.

Fu Xiru twirled his swollen breasts, put his arms around his waist and urged him to hurry up, raised his head and kissed his chin, but didn't answer.

Wei Liao was really worried about this.

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Wei Liao: I am celebrating Chinese New Year today! ! ! !

Fu Xiru: My chastity is gone, woo woo woo woo! (Sacrifice to feed the tiger)