Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Lu Xiu breathed heavily, lowered his eyes and stared at the beautiful scenery below. His throat was dry and hoarse, and he had difficulty swallowing. He was thirsty and unbearable.

He frowned, panted slightly, and tried his best to suppress his desire with reason. The process was long and painful.

After a long while, he only uttered two words.

"No."

"Why not?"

Liang Huan raised his head slightly, his passionate eyes were sparkling, and his sparkling eyes were lingering on him. He would not let go for a moment, and he was bound to ask what happened.

It's a pity that the reply to her was still silence except for the scalding breath.

Liang Huan gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "It's okay, your body is the most honest."

After saying that, he hooked his neck without mercy, bit his Adam's apple, and wrapped his hands around him as if he still hated him.

When it comes to love, she has always been half-hearted and timid. Even when she was at the top of the clouds, she was trembling slightly. He couldn't bear that weak and pitiful look.

When had he ever seen her take the initiative like this? How could he tolerate it?

Lu Xiu took her hand forcefully and put it on top of his head quite embarrassedly, saying uncontrollably: "Huanhan, be obedient."

The coaxing voice is hoarse and terrifying.

Liang Wei's hand was controlled and he couldn't move. He straightened his waist and sent him forward, but he quickly held him down with his quick eyes and hands.

"Don't make trouble."

He gritted his teeth, his voice changing the tone with such anxiety.

Making trouble? Where did this go?

Liang Huan looked at his eyes that were corroded by desire, knowing clearly that he was not feeling well now, but she just didn't want to let him go. The more he acted like this, the more she wanted to torture him.

Torture severely.

The inexplicable hatred almost made her forget her original purpose.

Go crazy, go crazy, they don’t have much time together anyway...

If he dies, they will be separated by yin and yang. If he does not die, they will be enemies again.

Liang Huan's eyes were filled with soreness, and she suddenly began to feel uncomfortable, and her heart seemed to be soaked in tears.

The wet and hot liquid overflowed from the corners of his eyes, slid all the way into his temples, and disappeared.

Lu Xiu sighed slightly and let go of his hand, carefully wiping the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

Liang Huan turned her face away from him.

Lu Xiu hugged her into his arms again, stroked her somewhat messy hair, and coaxed her patiently.

Liang Huan lowered her eyes, he thought she was angry.

Suddenly, a gentle kiss fell behind the ear, and he sighed almost inaudibly.

"It's not that I don't want you, it's that I'm afraid you might get pregnant."

Liang Huan froze, frowned, said nothing, and his eyes were cold.

She remembered that before leaving for the war, he was coaxing her, asking her to promise to wait for him to come back and give him children. Why didn't she want it now?

The heat brought by desire gradually dissipated, leaving only the intimate body temperature.

Lu Xiu straightened her face and forced her to look at him, his throat slightly hoarse: "If I die, what will you do, and what will he do?"

Liang Huan stared at him blankly, her throat was so tight that she moved her lips.

Lu Xiu kissed her face and looked at her with extremely gentle eyes, but he couldn't hide the sadness inside: "I can't let him become the second me."

Liang Huan narrowed his eyes, and his heart ached.

I don’t want to say anything, and I don’t need to say anything.

Liang Huan stretched out her hand to hug him tightly and kissed his eyes.

Lu Xiu's heart, which had finally calmed down, became frantic again, his chest rose and fell violently, and the desire that had been imprisoned for too long was eager to find an outlet.

At this moment, Liang Huan held him in his arms, turned over and sat on him.

Lu Xiu's pupils shrank and he was suddenly startled.

The sudden package stimulated him severely, and the cooling temperature instantly climbed to high, and he held her waist with trembling hands.

"婠婠..." With a hoarse tremor, it was the ultimate desire, turbid.

Filled with the overly swollen plumpness, she instinctively and indulgently tried her best to wrap around him and entangle him, not letting him have time to think. She wanted to pull him into the boundless sea of ​​pleasure and bump together.

He had been restrained for too long, and she had been rational for too long.

In the little time left, she just wanted a harmonious and pure joy without calculation, defense, or any skills.

She leaned down and kissed him from the corner of her lips to behind his ears: "Don't be afraid, I am a doctor and I have medicine."

He was trapped in the endless tenderness, panting, and still wanted to pull her away: "Don't use it, it will hurt your body..."

"I have a way, trust me."

She held him tightly, clinging to him, tears falling one after another from her confused eyes.

I feel so happy physically, but my heart feels increasingly sore and unbearable.

Good luck tricks people.

If there weren't those people and things in the middle, maybe they could really have children and stay together for a lifetime.

Liang Huan closed her eyes, kissed his ear, and choked in a low voice: "Don't you love me? Now I just want you to love me well."

Lu Xiu found a glimmer of clarity, stared at her with his dark eyes, remained silent for a moment, clasped the back of her neck, and slowly lowered her...

Holding a section like a thin willow, soft and tender, tender and loving.

Liang Han relaxed and felt it quietly.

Thin and dense kisses fell on the side of her neck, and the waves continued to flow, one after another, slapping and shaking, trying to send her to the top of the waves.

Liang Huan tilted her chin slightly, closed her tear-filled eyes, and clung to his shoulders tightly, holding tightly to the only driftwood in the sea of ​​joy.

During the bumps, she heard a soft moan that made her blush and make her heart beat. The hoarseness contained a hint of grievance, but also revealed a deep sense of joy.

The melodious oriole cry is the best encouragement, but it is also the most deceptive sound.

Rao, who had always been calm and self-possessed, was refined to the point of losing his mind and becoming out of control.

Lu Xiu pinched the soft girl in his arms, held her waist, no longer restrained, and with the pleasure gradually rising in his body, he hit her harder.

The mad beast that had been imprisoned for too long broke out of the cage with fiery desire and endless power, galloping and attacking at will.

In the confusion, he lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Will it hurt?"

Dumb.

Liang Huan hummed and shook his head, trembling uncontrollably. Her thin white fingertips involuntarily squeezed him and swayed her waist lightly.

Respond to him without leaving any room or effort.

The four eyes faced each other, and they only saw each other. They intertwined and entangled, sparking countless sparks.

She pestered him for it again and again, like a goblin sucking human essence and blood, not knowing enough.

I lean into my arms like a lute, turning my fingers to play with the palace merchants.

In the dimly lit tent, the faint aroma of 'green peony' and the exhaled breath were entangled with each other, like two inseparable figures, blending like water and milk.

……

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded away, and the sky slowly turned from orange-red to twilight purple, and finally turned into a thick black.

The night fell quietly, and in the soft evening breeze, the bright moon hung high and there were only a few stars.

Inside the tent, after the strong wind and rain, the two people hugging each other were left with only peace and tranquility.

After the pleasure, Liang Huan nestled in his arms, docile and carefree, just like before.

She was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes, and just wanted to cuddle up to him quietly.

Lu Xiu grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, intertwining his fingers and holding it tightly.

Liang Huan's heart ached uncontrollably.

She raised her water-stained eyes and looked at him: "Do you like this scent?"

Skin-to-skin contact, with the sticky feeling after sex.

In this ambiguous atmosphere, from beginning to end, there is a kind of fragrance that seems to be absent.

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