Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

In the evening, the imperial aunt announced that she had arrived.

Zhou Jiangyan looked at himself in the bronze mirror, a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Your Majesty." Zhou Jiangyan saluted Zhong Changfeng who was sitting on the soft couch.

Zhong Changfeng glanced at Zhou Jiangyan, nodded with a smile, and came to the bedside. Zhou Jiangyan followed him quietly and got into bed with him.

Just when Zhong Changfeng extinguished the candle and was about to sleep with his clothes on as usual, a hand unexpectedly touched his waist.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and his heartbeat speeded up unconsciously at this moment. He grasped the hand that was still moving and said softly: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

Zhou Jiangyan did not reply to Zhong Changfeng's words. His hand broke through Zhong Changfeng's restraint and pulled open Zhong Changfeng's belt.

"you!"

Zhong Changfeng had a bad premonition, and his heart was in his throat. He turned over hard and was about to scream, but he only yelled one word and was blocked.

When Zhong Changfeng turned around, Zhou Jiangyan had already pressed his shoulders and kissed him.

The words rolled between his lips and finally had to be swallowed. Zhou Jiangyan's strength made Zhong Changfeng breathless, and the lack of oxygen in his brain made him unable to think of anything.

When Zhou Jiangyan took a breath, Zhong Changfeng could barely think. But at this time, he had been stripped almost clean by Zhou Jiangyan, and his body was fully exposed in front of Zhou Jiangyan's eyes.

Tight chest muscles, clearly undulating abdominal muscles... Zhou Jiangyan's hands flowed over Zhong Changfeng's body from top to bottom.

You can't see this beautiful scene in the dark, but you can certainly imagine it.

When Zhou Jiangyan touched him, Zhong Changfeng's reason had returned. He didn't dare to move. A chill spread from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.

All the muscles in his body were tense, his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails were about to bleed when they dug into his flesh. He held his breath and felt that the places Zhou Jiangyan touched seemed to be numb and itchy.

Just when Zhou Jiangyan touched the proud spot, Zhong Changfeng almost broke his back molars. He tried his best to break free from Zhou Jiangyan's hand, turned over, grabbed his clothes and got out of bed.

Zhou Jiangyan was pushed away by him, and he reacted quickly and grabbed Zhong Changfeng's clothes with one hand. Then he grabbed Zhong Changfeng's wrist with his backhand and pulled him back to the bed.

"Your Majesty, can you rest?"

Such a loud noise aroused my aunt's vigilance, and the housekeeper asked in front of the door.

Zhou Jiangyan pinched Zhong Changfeng's waist and scratched his lower abdomen.

Zhong Changfeng's lower body tensed, he bit his lip and took several deep breaths. He replied loudly: "I have nothing to do, please step back!"

After hearing Zhong Changfeng's reply, the housekeeper's aunt withdrew with suspicion.

Pressing his body against Zhong Changfeng, Zhou Jiang held his waist and lowered his head to kiss him again.

Zhong Changfeng's hands were tied up with a belt by Zhou Jiangyan, and he was forced to kiss Zhou Jiangyan. His watery eyes were full of confusion.

After a long time, the kiss ended.

Zhou Jiangyan held Zhong Changfeng's hand and slowly moved it towards Zhong Changfeng's lower body.

Zhong Changfeng's breath was suffocated. He shook his head quickly and even hit Zhou Jiangyan with his head. He whispered urgently: "Stop! Jiang Yan can't do this..."

Before Zhou Jiangyan's hand stopped, he finally spoke and said in a deep voice: "Why not? Zitong is your majesty's legitimate husband, why not!"

Zhong Changfeng hesitated, and his chest trembled. Clenching his hands again, Zhong Changfeng's voice was trembling: "Don't Jiang Yan know? I am..."

Those two words remained unspoken after all. Firstly, he was afraid that the walls had ears, and secondly, Zhong Changfeng didn't want to face this matter.

Pretending for more than twenty years is like a kind of self-brainwashing. Once there is an opening, it will be like a hole in the bottom of the water tank.

Everything you give flows away like water.

So instead of saying that he is leaving a way out for himself, he is also trying to comfort himself and use self-deception to keep his initial mentality and continue to pretend.

Cover your ears and steal the bell.

"So what," Zhou Jiangyan's voice was inexplicably trembling as he said, "Zitong doesn't care."

Zhong Changfeng bit his lip, tears sliding down the smooth lines of his face. Closing his eyes, he said: "You and I can't have a real... general, why should we..."