A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

"No, when the time comes, we will prepare for the ten thousandth wedding."

Ying Zheng's words made Shu Ange laugh. She snorted and pulled Ying Zheng's fingers out of her mouth, with neat rows of teeth marks on them.

After saying a few jokes, the atmosphere between the two became ambiguous. Ying Zheng's voice was hoarse, and his slender fingers were placed on the wish-fulfilling knot made by Shu An's clothes.

"Late at night, you've been tired all day, I'll undress for you."

The word **** made Shu Ange blushed.

Obviously they are an old couple, but every time she hears close words from Ying Zheng's mouth, she still has a kind of throbbing like first love.

Ying Zheng untied the knot of Shu Ange's shirt little by little, then took off the outermost piece of clothing, threw it on the ground, and began to untangle another piece.

One after another, gorgeous dresses woven with gold threads were thrown to the ground indiscriminately.

When there was only one small coat left on Shu Ange's body, Ying Zheng had to untie it. She pushed him on the chest and slapped him: "You haven't taken off any clothes on your body, don't just make trouble with me."

Ying Zheng smiled in a low voice, and suddenly he pressed Shu Ange under his body. His hard and cold clothes rubbed against Shu Ange's tender skin, which made her cry out in surprise and stretched out two lotus root-like arms to push him.

Of course she couldn't move.

On the big day, Shu Ange was not good at using spells. If she used force, Ying Zheng would not necessarily lose to her.

Ying Zheng held Shu Ange's two Bai Shengsheng arms with one hand, and put his lips to her earlobe and licked it gently: "I want it."

The four words burned from a fire, from Shu Ange's earlobe to his eyebrows, and burned into his heart.

"you, uh"

Shu Ange was a word, and it was smashed into pieces. With a smile in his eyes, he set fire to her wantonly.

In a trembling feeling indescribable in words, she became a pure white lamb blooming on the bright red splendid quilt.

Ying Zheng was always well-dressed, only taking off his crown, his hair was a little messy, and his white jade-like face had a moving blush.

He kissed Shu Ange's skin little by little, like worshipping him. From cheek to lips, the continuous kiss burned like a flame on Shu Ange's body.

She murmured and pushed Ying Zheng out, but what he got was even more crazy aggression from him.

After awakening his memory, Ying Zheng couldn't control the surging impulses in his body. He wanted to possess her fiercely, wanted her to cry under him, wanted to hear her call his name hoarse.

He really loved her to the core.

That night, the two of them lingered inexorably until the dragon and phoenix candles burned out.

The two, who didn't need much sleep originally, fell asleep after a ridiculous night, when Dongfang showed a fish belly.

There was a different kind of atmosphere floating in the room, Shu Ange curled up in Ying Zheng's arms, like an innocent baby.

No one dared to go to the palace to urge the young king and queen to get up, the palace people cleaned the venue, and as the sun rose, the hangovers gradually woke up.

Auntie lay on the cold floor all night, her back hurts as if she was run over by a carriage.

After he woke up, he slammed his mouth, and sat up on his hands, and he was about to scold the palace servant. In a trance, everything from last night flashed in his mind.

This flash didn't matter, Aoyu stared straight at her eyes, as if she had seen a ghost, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Clown, Xiaogui, come here quickly."

He called out, and two thin and half-old children dressed in temple costumes emerged from the curtain, with two big heads on their backs, and asked timidly, "Master, what are your orders?"

A mouthful of thick phlegm was pressed in his throat, and he spat it to the ground with a thud, and asked, "Did I say anything last night?"

His brows were knotted, and his hands were clasped together into fists. The clown and Xiaogui glanced at each other, their bodies shaking as if being blown by a strong wind.

"Master, you, you"

The two of them stammered and couldn't say a word, but after waking up, she stood up abruptly, and one of them slapped and scolded: "Little bastard, what's the use of you, I can't even say a word, I What did you say last night?"

The clown and Xiao Sin were slapped with gold stars. They both respected and feared King Qin, but they were humble and had no chance to get close to King Qin, so most of this fear was out of fantasy.

But it's different for Auntie. If the heat provokes him, the two of them will lose their lives at any time.

The clown covered his face with his hands, and a trace of red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and whispered: "Master, you were drunk last night, hugged the singer and said that you are the king's fake father."

In a word, Ao Shu's eyes widened, her big fan-like hands twitched, and her teeth trembled.

He struggled to stand up straight, pointed at the clown and said "you", and then staggered towards the Queen Mother's palace as if there were wolves, tigers and leopards chasing him.

He smelled of alcohol, his eyes were red, and he was panting heavily.

Concubine ran rampant all the way, and when he saw the adults who were higher than him, he didn't pay respects. He quickly walked to the Queen Mother's palace to live in, holding the bead curtain in his hand. , making a crisp sound.

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji had been tired all day yesterday. She just got up, wearing a snow-white tunic, sitting in front of the bronze mirror and letting the maid dress her up. When she heard the movement of the bead curtain, she saw her aunt from the bronze mirror and smoothed her hair on the temples. Slowly said: "What's the hurry in the morning? I said that for the past few days, you should be calm and don't come to my palace."

Hearing the Queen Mother's words, she took a few steps forward, then fell to the ground with a plop, and stretched out her hand to grab the corner of her skirt: "The Queen Mother save me, my life is over."

He snotted and shed tears, but he was not as energetic as he used to be. The queen mother raised her eyebrows, motioned the palace maid to put down the comb, turned to look at him and said, "What's wrong, and what's wrong?"

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji put on a charming face with melon seeds. If it was usual, Ao would definitely come up and do everything in her power to please Zhao Ji, but now he is like a wooden man, clenching his teeth and tears streaming down his face. write.

Auntie is good at intra-room surgery. Although she is not a beautiful boy with red lips and white teeth, she has a rough and masculine demeanor. This is what the Empress Dowager Zhao Ji likes most about him.

Now seeing him lying on the ground like a slug, a layer of nausea was born in his heart.

However, women are always soft-hearted. Empress Dowager Zhao Ji, thinking of the past affection between the two and their infants, put away her anger and was a little more patient.

"If you have something to say, get up and say it first. What does a big man cry like?"

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji trimmed her temples with her slender fingernails, pulled the corner of her skirt out of Concubine's hand, and motioned for the palace servants to help him up.