Mei Gongqing

Wang Hongfu stopped in her private hand.

With one hand supporting the body, Wang Hong looked up at Chen Rong. He looked at her, his voice was hoarse and heavy, "Arong."

Chen Rong confusedly screamed, and the tears were faint in the fascinating scorpion.

Wang Hong gasped. He lowered his head and put his lips on her lips. He said lowly, "Arong." He swallowed the words he wanted to say, and spit out her name.

The big hand that caressed her private part moved again.

As he moved, Chen Rong picked up her, she licked her long eyelashes, and her eyelashes swayed with tears on her lips. "No, Qilang, can't..." The refusal of the sputum is whispering. , stalking.

Looking at Chen Rong, Wang Hongjun’s face became redder. He lowered his head and printed his lips on her lips. The tip of her tongue lightly painted her lip line and seduce her little tongue. Low and low, mute, "...I don't want to let go."

After finishing this sentence, his head was low, and the thin lips sucked on the cherry fruit on the left jade peak.

As his tip of his tongue was drawn on it, Chen Rong’s snoring became louder.

Just then, there was a footstep outside.

After a while, a prostitute Ai Ai said: "Nanyang Wang sent people to come and said that there is an urgent business."

Wang Hongtou did not lift, he contained her jade milk, his fingers twirled in the private part of the shudder, and replied vaguely: "No one sees."

The prostitute should have said, "Yes."

Seeing her go, the woven sister quickly went forward and asked, "How does Lang Jun say?"

The niece stared at her and said softly: "He said, no one can see."

In a word, the woven sister and the niece were slightly changed at the same time. For a while, the prostitute said with a sigh of relief: "Lang Jun, he has made a special effort from a young age, and he is even light on the female color, but this time... Aya, I am a little scared."

She’s face was as white as her, and she looked up at the bamboo house under the candlelight. For a moment, she smiled and the voice became brisk.

"What is so scary? The character of my family, Lang Jun, who followed him, will only be happy. She is happy, and Lang Jun is also happy."

The prostitute heard the words, laughed and nodded.

In the bamboo building, the buzz continues.

Chen Rong looked up and screamed at Wang Hong. Humming, she even shouted again: "Seven Lang, Qilang, Qilang..."

At this moment, the big hand that caressed her lower body was taken out, and then her thigh was separated by force.

Then, a fiery thing fell into her private parts.

As the matter arrived, Chen Rong hit a spirit.

Almost suddenly, Chen Rong was in tears, and the tears went down her eyes and flowed to her side, breaking into the jade pillow behind her.

In the tears, Chen Rong separated his legs and placed them on his waist. She murmured and yelled again and again: "Seven Lang, Qilang, Qilang..." Even though it was confused, her voice was also choked. Sour and sorrowful.

This whimper, this tears, made Wang Hong’s movements once again stiff.

Wang Hong looked up.

At this time, he is as pure as jade, handsome and moving face, faint faint, double eyes are no longer clear, only the charming in the barley, it is the lip, but also a little swollen, red and gorgeous.

He fixedly looked at Chen Rong.

Through the tears, Chen Rong looked at him in the candlelight and looked at him in a silly look. She reached out and hooked his neck and printed her face on his lips. The tears were in the rain, she choked and rejoiced. Cried: "Ichigo, I am really happy."

She actually said with tears, she was really happy.

Wang Hong stunned.

Slowly, he lowered his head, pressed his lips against her eyes, and stretched out the tongue to fill the overflowing tears.

At this time, he was sweating with long hair wet and wet on his body... His long hair was glued together with her long hair, intertwined, one after another, one after another.

Just then, he left her.

Suddenly, the body was so cold that Chen Rong’s eyes were blurred and he looked at him.

Under the candlelight, her jade hand caressed her left breast, and a red silky mouth was flowing with a silver wire. She gasped and looked at him, her eyes were like fire. "Seven Lang." She called him and twisted her naked body. Ask, "Don't leave me."

Wang Hong, who was naked, stood on the bedside. He stared at Chen Rong without blinking. He raised his right hand and took a piece of white satin.

He leaned slightly, and his hair was draped over Chen Rong's face and body. He saw Chen Rong still looking forward to himself. He smiled gracefully and said softly and hoarsely: "Hey, raise your hips."

Chen Rongzhen lifted up the jade hip.

He put the white satin under her, then looked up, he smiled softly at her, and then he covered her again.

Feeling his body temperature, Chen Rong satisfied the sound.

He completely covered her.

He separated her legs again.

His fiery fieryness reached the private part of her.

He raised his head.

Raising his head, Wang Hong was not instantaneous, and looked at Chen Rong seriously. When she was confused, she smiled and said softly: "Arong, you can't regret it..." The voice was quiet.

Chen Rong’s inexplicable squinting eyes are still looking at him.

Just looking at it, I don’t know why, the bright eyes, full of beauty and desire, are full of tears.

Wang Hong lowered his head and pressed his lips against her eyes. He closed his eyes and said softly: "Hey, don't cry... Don't make me soft."

As soon as the sound fell, his body suddenly sank.

Instantly, a hard and hot thing, heavily into the body of Chen Rong.

Chen Rong screamed, squinting, and asked him with tears. The things that stopped in her body, once again hit the inside again!

Instantly, a tearful pain suddenly rushed.

Chen Rong screamed and she screamed: "Ah - it hurts!"

Her hands pressed against his shoulders and pushed him outward. He said, "It hurts. Seven Lang, there is something in it, you can help me take it."

She pushed him, calling him, tears in his eyes, trust in his eyes, and hardships, as well as the sorrow and sorrow of unclear and unclear.

Wang Hong just looked at it and he decided to remove his eyes and no longer look at her.

He placed his right hand in the privacy of the two, gently stroking.

As he moves, slowly, Chen Rong makes a scorn.

The snoring sound just exited, and Wang Hong suddenly moved. He looked down at her milk with his lips, his left hand holding the jade on the other side, his right hand holding her crotch, and hitting her again and again.

Because of the pain, because the unknown strange is full, and the softness of the silky oozing, Chen Rong shakes his head, letting the blue silk entangle, the clear face seems bitter.

Her buzz is getting bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger...

This joy seems to be endless, and it seems to be only a moment.

I don't know how long it took, the bamboo building was quiet.

The weaver, who has been listening to her ears, quietly took a step forward and whispered: "Lang Jun?"

Just when she thought that there would be no sound coming from inside, Wang Hong’s low-dumb, exhausted command said: "Hit a pot of hot water."

"Yes."

After a while, the woven sister took the hot water and gently pushed the bamboo door.

The bamboo door just moved, and there was a voice inside. "Let it go, don't come in."

Weaving a sister. For a moment, she said softly: "But..." said two words, and the voice inside came again, "Go out."

"Yes."

The woven sister put down the basin and towel, cleaned the clothes, etc., and slowly retreated.

She heard someone coming out of the bed, then saw the arm sticking out and took the things in.

Listening to the sound of drowning from inside, as well as the whisper of the woman from time to time and the gentle comfort of the man, the eagle's brows are getting tighter and tighter.

The young prostitute came to her. She glanced at the bamboo building and whispered, "Aya, what's the matter?"

The woven sister squatted inside the bamboo building and said: "Lang Jun is smearing the woman."

In one word, the two prostitutes did not say anything.

For a while, the young niece trembled and said: "Aya, are we doing something wrong?"

Azhi couldn't answer. Through the faint candlelight, her delicate face was pale as paper.

They know that their Lang Jun, expensive than the emperor, a woman served in the bed, according to common sense, they went in to give Lang Jun a wash and change clothes, and then put on a clean bed, burned the scent of the scent to let Lang Jun sleep.

As for the woman who finished her sleep, she was lifted out, and when she woke up, she immediately sent a bowl of anti-mouth soup.

But now, what happened inside has greatly exceeded their perception.

For a while, Azhi murmured: "I can't ask for help... I can't ask for help... Such a vulgar and humble girl, if it is not obtained, should it be abandoned?"

This feeling, Chen Rong slept very unsteadily.

She kept turning over and over, her eyes closed, and a tear would flow from time to time.

Tears are like beads, reflecting the colorful Huaguang under the candlelight.

I don't know how long it took, it was dawn.

Chen Rong slowly and slowly opened his eyes.

She looked confusedly at the screen.

Slowly, there was something in her eyes.

Chen Rong turned his throat.

The gaze was settled, and in front of her bed, she was sitting on a white figure with a book. In the sun, the white figure is long and handsome, and it is light to people, and it is sitting there, but in the clouds.

Hearing the noise, the man looked up and smiled at her gently.

Subconsciously, Chen Rong smiled back at him.

She blinked and blinked. Seeing that he had not disappeared, he could not help but ask: "You."

"What?" He smiled at her, his voice soft as water.

Chen Rong blinked again and blinked again. Seeing that he still did not disappear, he said: "Schihiro, how are you here?"

Spoken in one sentence, she suddenly felt a bit wrong.

Chen Rong bowed his head.

With her movements, the silk was slipped, and the white body of the jade white was everywhere. She didn't wear clothes!

Chen Rong hurriedly reached out and pulled the quilt, firmly covering himself, and then looked at Wang Hong.

Looking at it, her face is getting whiter.

She looked down again, quietly opened a quilt and glanced again.

At this glance, Chen Rong was completely stunned.

For a long time, she said hard: "I was not a dream last night?"

At this time, Wang Hong, who had put down his brush, turned his head to stare at Chen Rong, and his hair was naughty.

"Yes, last night was not a dream." His voice was as gentle and gentle as ever.

Chen Rong slowly looked up. She stared at him and asked, "We... sleep?"

Wang Hong’s voice is still soft and gentle. He smiles at her and replies: "Yes."

Chen Rong closed his eyes.

She closed her eyes tightly.

For a moment, she asked hoarsely: "We, no media, no marriage, no marriage... sleep?"

Wang Hong is still on his head, and the naughty hair is floating in front of his eyes. "Yes." His answer was still extremely gentle.

Chen Rong slowly and slowly sat up.

As she sat, the silk was slipped, and her perfect, white and graceful upper body appeared in the sun, presenting in front of his eyes.

Suddenly naked, Chen Rong did not feel wrong. She let herself sit up, lower her head, and draped her hair down to cover her face.

Her voice came low. "Can you marry me?"

......

I haven't answered it for a long time.

Chen Rong ate and laughed. She said lowly and hoarsely: "Yeah, how can you marry me? But no matter what, I still have to ask, are you saying?"

The room was quiet and there was still no sound coming from it.

Looking down, even if she didn't comb it, she also had long hair like a satin blocking her face. Her voice came from long hair. "Siluo, how are you going to be placed in me?"

For a while, Wang Hong said softly and extremely: "When you give it to me, it is still a virgin. I have a certificate. Arong, you can still be my noble."

"What about you?"

"Yes."

Chen Rong smiled low.

She slowly looked up.

Five fingers into a comb, put the hair on one side, Chen Rong side looking over Wang Hong, her mouth is rising, the clear face with a smile, "no media no hire will follow you, or can you be a noble?" "

Her voice was a bit strange, Wang Hong did not answer, he just looked at her.

Chen Rong was a smile again. She looked at him and said lowly: "Seven Lang." The voice was gentle.

Wang Hongguang said: "Yeah."

"I am the door to the status of the nobles. In Wang's family, I can't lift my head." When Wang Yi raised her family, she refused to go ahead, but now she has no sleep with him without media. It’s really a good job. Such a noble, even Liangzhu is not as good.

Wang Hong said lowly: "Hugh."

"Is it?" Chen Rong ate a smile. Her eyes fluttered and she leaned forward slowly. With her movements, the white **** swayed in the sun.

Chen Rong smiled and smiled at him and said softly: "Seven Lang, do you believe it? I killed someone."

Wang Hong didn't understand why she talked about this and couldn't help but swear.

Chen Rong’s mouth is slightly raised, and the perfect white and fat body, the gorgeous face, in the sun, exudes eye-catching beauty, she smiled lightly: "I killed seven... all women."

Wang Hongyi raised his eyebrows. His eyes moved away from her beautiful body and stared at her eyes. He said softly: "Arong, you are tired." What kind of origins she is, he is clear This is clearly a nonsense.

However, the dawn of Chen Rong is not only charming, but also clear, where there is a little bit of nonsense. She squinted her head, and it was still like a smile. "It’s my sister. If she didn’t live anywhere else, she would have been killed by me..."

As he said, Chen Rong opened the quilt and walked out of bed.

A young aunt who just lost his body, actually in front of a man's face, so naked and naked, walked out of bed.

I don't know why, Wang Hong thinks that in the sun, this body is a masterpiece of the sky, and it is so beautiful and shocking.

Not only this body, but this clear face, but also sweep the past sly, vigilant, cringe, smile fascinating, cold and glamorous!

Chen Rong took a step out of the foot and shouted: "Come."

As soon as the sound fell, the woven sister said, "Yes." The bamboo door opened, and she and another niece walked in with the basin and clothes.

When the two women came in, they turned to Chen Rong, who was naked in the sun, quietly laughing, and could not help but groan.

In a blink of an eye, the two women crouched down and approached her.

Chen Rongchao glanced at the clothes on the tray and smiled. "How is this clothes yellow? Go and bring the white clothes."

The two women glimpsed, if they remember correctly, the girl said that she did not wear white clothes.

After a while, the woven sister came out.

After a while, she walked in with the white dress. This dress was taken from Chen Rong’s baggage.

The woven sister put her clothes in front of Chen Rong, who had already finished washing. She couldn’t help but whispered, "Isn’t the girl not like white clothes?" Yes, she is to please Lang Jun.

Thinking of this, the woven sister smashed Chen Rong with a sneak peek.

Chen Rong smiled softly. She picked up the clothes and looked at it. She smiled. "Yeah, I don't like it... I am so vulgar, so guilty, how can such a ridiculous woman be worthy of this? Pure to pure white clothes?"

When the words came out, the three people in the room were stunned.

He kept his head on his head, and looked at Wang Hong of Chen Rong with a smile. The smile slowly took over.

Chen Rong coveted, she smiled, slowly put on the white clothes, and continued: "But I can wear it now... If it can be regenerated, it will be worthy of it."

The last sentence was a bit vague, and only two of them were faintly heard.

After changing the clothes, the two sisters began to comb her hair.

After a while, Chen Rong ordered: "Untie."

Two glimpses.

The woven sister frowned and whispered: "Girl, you are a woman now..." Still not finished, Chen Rong said coldly: "Coming into a little girl!"

After two glances, they glanced at each other and turned to Wang Hong to see.

Wang Hong is still looking at Chen Rong, who has been watching her quietly.

Seeing that he didn't talk, the two had to obey Chen Rong's meaning and comb her hair into a girl's style.

After a while, Chen Rong is well groomed. I don't know if it is just because she has just become a woman. Her color is a cold outside of the past. This kind of glamorous, makes her beautiful, straightforward and aggressive.

Chen Rong’s gaze removed from the bronze mirror and she stood up. Turning around, she smiled and asked: "Who was the **** drink last night, who meant it?"

Two glimpses.

Involuntarily, they look at Wang Hong again.

Once again, what they saw was Lang Jun, who quietly looked at Chen Rong and his eyes were not instantaneous.

The two sisters glanced at each other. Finally, the young prostitute whispered: "It's me." Her voice fell, and the woven sister smiled at the side: "Is the girl annoyed? But if it is not the **** drink, you also I won't get what I want."

She smiled and said: "We know that the little girl is a girl, even if she likes Lang Jun, she can't say it, so she can help you." She gave Chen Rong a deep sigh and asked: "Girl, you forgive us. Let's go."

Chen Rong didn't look back. She went to the window sill, the small hand of jade white tenderness, gently stroking the window edge, and slid the sword hanging next to it. "So, give me a drink of gods, what do you mean by two?" The sound is full of laughter.

When she saw her, she didn't seem to be angry, and she laughed. "Yes... girl, you forgive us." She and the young prostitute once again had a deep glance.

These two prostitutes, imitating the literati's tribute to Chen Rongxing, saying that they apologize, whether they are their actions or rhetoric, are all frivolous, all revealing the contempt from the bones.

"Excuse me?" Chen Rong smiled lowly. She whispered, "Who is there, can you forgive me?" She said whisperingly, her little hand grasping the hilt.

With a bang, the long sword was squirted, and the sun shone on the cold irons and the brilliance. When she saw her suddenly picking up the sword, the two shouted at the same time: "Little aunt, this is not something you can touch!" The voice was habitually arrogant.

Chen Rong did not hear their accusations. She lifted her sword, hooked her fingers, and glanced at it. After a sharp low-pitched voice, she smiled and said: "When Wang's, the fruit is Good sword!"

When the laughter came out, her right hand rushed back with lightning!

"噗-" The sound of the long sword into the flesh came!

Just a quiet, blink of an eye, the two screams at the same time, and Wang Hong, who has been looking at the elegant smile, also pushed a few stops and looked at Chen Rong with horror.

Chen Rong turned around.

The sword in her hand is firmly stabbing on the chest of the woven sister! The blood is in the river, and the smile on Chen Rong’s face is extremely extreme and charming.

"哗", Chen Rong took out the long sword, then, the right hand swayed, **** sword tip again forward, pierced the screaming young prostitute chest!

With her thorn, a slamming sound, blood splashed. A few drops of blood splashed on her clear and bright face, giving her a charming smile, adding a heart-rending glamour.

Until the sword penetrated steadily, the sound of the body weight fell to the ground. But the body of the woven sister is planted on the ground!

"Oh--", Chen Rong once again pulled out the **** sword. She looked up and looked at Wang Hong.

This is like a **** sword, Chen Rong went to Wang Hong.

Wang Hong is looking at her in no time.

In his gaze, Chen Rong passed by him and slowly walked toward the door.

Wang Hong looked back and looked at the sun. She was quite straight, lonely, beautiful figure, and could not help but shouted: "Arong."

His voice was a bit unstable, his tone was smooth and elegant, with a bit of darkness, and he brought something complicated that he himself did not find. "My noble, are you so disdain?"