I govern the country by beauty

136. He leaned over and pressed me under him, where his lips and teeth touched seemed to be set on fire, from his throat to his ankles were scalding hot, every inch of skin on his body seemed to be clamoring for more .

"I'm so hot." The tone was so soft that I didn't realize it myself. For some reason, I felt aggrieved.

He hung his head, the tip of his nose lightly touched mine, and then he slid down inch by inch, from his chin to his collarbone.My clothes were half-faded, and I didn't know when to let go of the black hair that was originally tied. I was a little anxious to untie his belt, but the more anxious I was, the more powerless I became.

I was busy taking off his clothes, but my body was suddenly lightened, and then I was hugged firmly on his lap.I raised my eyes to meet the smiling black eyes of the man, he hooked the corners of his lips, and unbuttoned his belt little by little, revealing his tight waist.

And shocking scars.

137. The only sliver of reason that was left was finally obliterated. My fingertips caressed those uneven scars, and my body trembled unconsciously until the soft lips fell on the end of my eyes.

"Don't cry." His eyes were full of tenderness, and his fingertips climbed up my back, "It's long gone."

I nodded, curled up in his neck and felt the teasing, but even so, I always unconsciously glanced at the scars on his body from the corner of my eye, and felt hot in the eye sockets after a while.He closed my earlobe, and I vaguely heard a deep sigh.

He straightened my body and said with a helpless smile, "Why are you crying again?"

"It hurts to look at it." I lowered my eyes, I didn't want to be looked down upon, but in the end I couldn't hold back my nose twice.I was going to reach out to touch those scars again, but my eyes suddenly went dark.

My eyes seemed to be covered by something. I was about to pull it, but was held down.I could feel the hot breath of the man on the side of my neck, but I couldn't see anything until the man took my hand and put a light kiss on the back of my hand.

"Then don't look at it."

138. He put me on the bed, and the delicate kiss fell on my chest again. I could only put my hand on his cheek and feel those invisible details.I just felt like someone was ripping off the rest of my clothes and holding my ankles around my waist.

Almost instantly, he entered my body without reservation.

I screamed uncontrollably, he leaned down/hugged my lower lip, inserted his fingers into my hair, and hit my most vulnerable place little by little.The continuous pleasure made me tremble all over, my arms wrapped around his neck, and my legs clamped around his waist unconsciously exerted force, hoping to get closer to him.

He seemed to feel my desire, the pumping from his waist became faster, he kept exploring in my body, pushing into the deepest part of my body every time.I gasped involuntarily, and the legs that were wrapped around his waist loosened. That moment just now made me want to run.

But this man didn't intend to let me go, he noticed my trembling, and stimulated me non-stop.There was already fine sweat between my legs, and the words I wanted to beg for mercy were knocked into fine moans when they reached my mouth. I couldn't see his expression, but I could hear his more rapid breathing.I almost couldn't hold it anymore, and after a while of trembling, the heat from my abdomen poured out.

He slowly drew out the heat from my body, and I was about to take off the blindfold, but the big hands around my waist pushed me forward suddenly, and my knees fell on the couch.The man entered again along the wetness under his body, and his fingers were tightly intertwined with my hand on the wall.

"I still want it."

139. The waist was tightly clasped by the people behind me, and the heat in my body seemed to come out tirelessly. I lost all strength, and leaned against his chest as if I had collapsed. This posture was even closer, and I I can only let him fiddle with it and listen to him panting in my ear.

I don't know how long it took, he put his lips on my lips again, and let out a low moan while tossing and turning. He wrapped his arms around me and didn't let go of his hand for a long time.

My mind was in a daze, and I felt that the laces attached to my eyes had been removed, and the unextinguished candles reflected on my eyelids. I covered my eyes with my hands, and couldn't help frowning.

Almost instantly, the flickering candle was extinguished, and like a satisfied cat, I found a comfortable position on his chest and fell into a deep sleep.

140. The man is wearing a robe and standing in front of the table, the moonlight from the window shines on his side face, reflecting the darkness in his eyes.

"General, the silver osmanthus is here." The man kneeling on the ground put a few osmanthus branches on the table, but the man on the seat didn't speak for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, a man's hoarse voice came from my ear, without any passion/desire.

"Is it because I pamper you too much?" The man raised his brows lightly, with a chuckle in his tone, "Your courage has grown."

The bland tone made the man kneeling on the ground afraid to speak out. His forehead was pressed against the ground, and the sound was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"We saw that the general liked that woman so much, but he didn't take any action." Seeing that Yu Bei didn't interrupt, he boldly continued: "We're just worried for the general..."

"Go out and receive the punishment."

The lieutenant stood up from the ground, leaned over to the occupant, turned around and left, and stopped halfway.

"General, what kind of sweet-scented osmanthus do you want next time?"

The pale yellow on the table looked a little dazzling under the moonlight, and the man's hands on the table unconsciously clenched a little bit.

"It won't be needed anymore."

141. It seems that people will be bewitched in the extreme joy, just like the person nestled on his shoulders, the eyes are full of inseparable passion/desire.His arms hooked around his neck, and the smooth brocade quilt slid down along with his movements, revealing his white and smooth waist.

"Actually, I knew for a long time that it was you who secretly kissed me when I was a child." His tone was full of pride and innocence. He leaned closer and whispered in his ear: "That day, fourth brother, you drank sweet-scented osmanthus. wrong?"

A few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers filled the room with a sweet and greasy fragrance, as if constantly reminding him.What I have always remembered is the connection between my sweetheart and others.

His eyebrows and eyes were the same as when he was a child, the person he dreamed of countless times was lying in his arms, obviously his heart should be full of warmth, but it seemed that in the end it was just an empty joy.