Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Chu Yanting didn't have the strength to refute whether this matter had already been agreed upon. Even if he had the intention, he could only come out with strange syllables when he opened his mouth. He blushed when he heard it. If it fell into Nan Qiao's ears, he didn't know what would happen. She knew what she meant, so she might as well shut up.

Chu Yanting didn't want to cause any more trouble to himself, so in the end, he could only respond in a low voice.

It's just that he doesn't know that here in Nan Qiao, no matter whether he is still obedient or resisting, he can never escape the word seductive.

If Nan Qiao had the intention, he could still make him cry until he choked in his hands, and make him cry until his breathing stopped.

Fortunately, Nan Qiao still had a little bit of conscience left and had no intention of making things more difficult for Chu Yanting. In the end, he just maintained the current situation.

The heavy breathing, whether it was Nan Qiao's or his own, maybe the combined memorial of the two people, accompanied by the heartbeat that was sometimes heavy and sometimes slow, flowed in the thick air.

It was as if it was dusk, day and night intertwined, and the vision was flickering. Everything was a shadow, and he couldn't see it clearly. Even he himself gradually lost his physical form. Sometimes he was a floating cloud, and sometimes he was wet. of fog.

Chu Yanting's senses were sensitive at one moment and extremely numb at the other. He couldn't feel how much his body had endured. It seemed that it was over, but it seemed that it had just begun.

He couldn't control time, and time passed through his open and closed fingers wantonly, quietly returning to the dark, uninhabited corner.

the last one.

Chu Yanting completely collapsed on the bed, and physiological tears gradually soaked his eyes.

Nan Qiao asked him to lie back on the bed, lifted Chu Yanting's wet and messy hair from his forehead, and placed a warm and soft kiss on his forehead: "Is Your Majesty still happy?"

"No..." As soon as Chu Yanting mumbled a word, he covered it with his palms, and the rest of the words were instantly blocked back into his mouth.

"... "

Chu Yanting was speechless and turned his gaze to Nan Qiao.

"Your Majesty, think carefully before speaking." Nan Qiao said with a smile in his eyes and a deep voice rang in his ears.

Threat!

However, he could only accept the threat.

After all, now, let alone the soreness in the back and numbness in the legs, the most important thing is that he has not calmed down yet. Even if Nan Qiao touches him lightly, he will tremble for a long time. He really cannot withstand Nan Qiao's next round. Tossed.

Under Nan Qiao's gaze, Chu Yanting was forced to nod.

Then--

Chu Yanting was startled and trembled: "Nan Qiao, you..." Didn't he nod? Why is Nan Qiao still...

A laugh escaped from Nan Qiao's throat, and she tapped Chu Yanting's body with her fingertips: "I won't move? Doesn't your Majesty want to carry him like this?"

"Didn't His Majesty himself admit that he was very happy?"

"How can it be enough if you only do something happy once?"

Moreover, entering and exiting are two processes. How can we only do one and leave the other alone?

Nan Qiao smiled wantonly, but Chu Yanting suddenly panicked. His body couldn't do such a difficult thing now: "Nan Qiao, wait a minute... no..."

He simply couldn't imagine what would happen.

"No?" Nan Qiao repeated, and then, with a silent smile, he pinched Chu Yanting's cheek gently, as if teasing a child, "Your Majesty is the one being punished, why are you still making demands?"

next second.

Something strange happened, and Chu Yanting bit his lip for a moment, unable to say anything.

The whole body was shaking and trembling, and the feeling of hot and cold was passing through the body.

His eyes were lost and they were opened in vain. Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, making his temples wet.

End.

Chu Yanting almost fainted, his head was empty, and he could no longer recall the process.

Nan Qiao inserted her fingers into Chu Yanting's black hair and gently followed it: "Your Majesty is very obedient. He has done everything he promised..."

Chu Yanting turned to look at Nan Qiao.

Her back was facing the light, and the halo highlighted Nan Qiao's outline, which was perfect and beautiful, as if she were a statue of a god standing in the hall, but he could not see her face clearly.

"Nan Qiao..." Chu Yanting called her name with trembling lips, his voice hoarse and broken.

"I'm here." Nan Qiao leaned down and put his arm around Chu Yanting's shoulders.

"Yeah." Chu Yanting closed his eyes. He no longer had the strength to hug Nan Qiao.