If You Can Read the File, You Will Die

What happens when a man visits a woman who has lost her husband late at night?

Irisviel didn't dare to think about it, nor did she want to know what kind of intentions the other party had.

"Then, I'm coming in." Qiu Yuecheng gently pushed the door open.

And there is no lock.

It even seems to have left a gap deliberately to show that it is not locked.

"How, how can it be!"

Alice Field, who seemed to be startled suddenly, got up from her seat immediately.

She stared in astonishment at Qiu Yuecheng who entered the room and... the door that was easily opened behind him.

"Huh? Isn't Mrs. Ai Li not clear?" Qiu Yuecheng noticed the expression of his wife in front of him.

Isn't it a back door specially set aside for him?

"Mr. Qiuyue, as a gentleman, you should not enter a lady's room at will, let alone at such a late night!"

Alice Vier clenched the corners of her lips with her snow-white teeth, and said in a deep voice, "So please leave immediately!"

"Madam, who has already investigated me clearly, doesn't know that the word gentleman is still far away from me." Qiu Yuecheng closed the door behind him casually, and said lightly.

"Mr. Qiuyue, please don't embarrass me and you again." Irisviel took a long breath and said softly, "I don't want everyone to know that you broke into my room at night."

"So, Aili, are you going to call someone?" Qiu Yuecheng didn't care.

Instead, he walked slowly towards the stern wife.

As he approached, Irisviel kept retreating, until she reached the edge of the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

Qiu Yuecheng gently sniffed the fragrance of flowers on the other party's body after bathing, and gently hugged the other party's waist with her right hand.

The soft and delicate body seems to have no bones, making it difficult to let go.

"It's really beautiful, Ai Li." Qiu Yuecheng lowered her head and whispered in Irisviel's ear.

"Mr. Qiuyue, please, please don't do this." Irisviel struggled.

"What if you don't want to?"

"I, after all, I am Illya's mother, and moreover, Kiritsugu's wife." Irisviel's voice was trembling.

Because of the hot and generous palm that was close to his skin.

The strong masculine breath poured into Irisviel's body more strongly than before.

"So Ai Li, what do you want?" Qiu Yuecheng asked with a smile, "It's already so late, why is Madam still in the mood to put on makeup for herself?"

"Well, that's just..."

"Don't say it, Ai Li." Qiu Yuecheng stretched out his hand, and gently pressed the index finger of his right hand on his wife's soft lips.

"This is a secret that only belongs to us."

"Mr. Qiuyue, I just regard you as my big brother!" Irisviel's eyes were firm, and she finally mustered up the courage to say: "It was my fault for doing that before, so next... um."

The familiar touch came from the corner of the lips again.

Irisviel stared wide-eyed, looking at the face of the man who was close at hand.

"Wait……"

"Don't talk, as long as this is enough." Qiu Yuecheng's warm breath spewed on Irisviel's face.

under the gaze of the latter.

Bend down again, feeling her softness.

"Mr. Qiuyue..." A vague voice came from Irisviel's throat.

The slender waist is bent back.

Relying entirely on the support of Qiu Yuecheng's arms, she would not fall to the ground.

The constant pleasure from the body made Irisviel's courage melt like ice and snow meeting sunlight.

Rejection from the start.

to gradual acceptance.

Then it becomes the same as before, completely catering.

313.

Having experienced it once before, Irisviel found the best state extremely proficiently.

It's not just Qiu Yuecheng's desire.

Irisviel, who has endured years of loneliness alone, also wants a companion figure who can bring her safety and warmth.

Gradually, Qiu Yuecheng's wanton hands, which were originally tightly grasped, also slowly loosened.

Let the other party be able to be on their own.