Fall In Love With A Substitute

The clothes are piled up around the waist, and piles of soft snow are piled up, wrapped in a beauty whose color is better than that of snow.

After all, he was afraid that Song Pianliao would catch a cold and his condition would relapse, Feng Yuexian lifted the quilt, leaned down, and lay himself and Song Pianliao under the warm quilt.

The quilt is soft and warm, and it becomes even sweeter after being dried by the heat.

Kam was covered by both of them.

The crabapple flowers on the quilt seemed to come alive, floating and sinking, moving endlessly.

The thin shirt and snow shirt on the quilt, like thin snow and mist, swayed accordingly.

Sometimes the movement is bigger, a gap is exposed under the quilt, and the dark fragrance and small croons escape quietly, lingering and seductive.

The people inside finally couldn't stand the thicker and hotter blanket, and the two stuck their heads out from above together.

Feng Yuexian carefully supported Song Pianliu on the porcelain pillow.

On the porcelain pillow, black hairs were like crow's feathers, scattered messily, some were stained with fragrant sweat, sticking to the white cheeks.

Feng Yuexian turned aside, supported her head, and helped Song Pianli brush away the wet hair on her face with the other hand.

It seemed that I liked it very much, but I didn't know how to express it, so I called out:

"lightly."

One after another.

Song Pianlu gasped for breath, under the brocade quilt, her chest heaved and rose slightly, and there was still a faint feeling that hadn't faded, lingering on it.

Just now, Feng Yuexian made a fool of himself, and he did not know how many red marks he made.

Especially the two points at the top, soaked and soaked, the juice is drenched.

This body is extremely delicate, and it will turn red with a little rubbing.

At the same time, it is also extremely sensitive.

Song Pina's lower abdomen shrank slightly, and her toes were hooked and hooked in the quilt.

Originally, he wanted to scold Feng Yuexian, but now he lost seven points of confidence.

She whispered:

"Call Xueqing, and bring me the quilt."

"It's so ruthless." Feng Yuexian sighed with contented eyes.

"Enough nonsense, it's time to go to bed."

"Not enough—" Feng Yuexian leaned down and rubbed against Song Pianliu's neck, and his hand under the quilt didn't know where to touch it.

Song Pina raised her head, and the jade hairpin tapped on the porcelain pillow.

In the darkness, Feng Yuexian's voice was vague and soft, as if speaking with something in his mouth.

"...so flamboyant, give me some more."

Under the shadow of the night, among the piles of brocade quilts, there is a place dripping with fragrance and sweat.

The sound of the jade hairpin knocking on the pillow sounded from time to time, and it never stopped.

Until Song Pianyi groaned in pain, her voice was covered with water vapor.

Feng Yuexian got up from her body and spoke to her lips:

"Is it hurting you?"

Song Pina shook her head:

"Under the body..."

She turned sideways, as if she was rolling into Feng Yuexian's arms, Feng Yuexian was afraid that something happened to her, so he didn't take advantage of the maneuver to move, just gently supported her, and looked under her.

Only then did I see that on the soft quilt under Song Pianlu's body, there was a gold-painted and silver smoked ball sleeping on the warm quilt.

The incense ball is extremely delicate and pleasing, covered with hollow patterns, overflowing with fragrance, and spews out musk.

The things that are usually in the quilt, as if they wanted to get on the beauty to steal fragrance, rolled behind Song Pianlu at some point.

Feng Yuexian pressed and bullied Song Pianliao, and Song Pianliao pressed the incense ball on her back, and her back, which was warm and greasy like grease, was softened.

There was also a rouge-colored red mark.

"It picks places."

Song Pianlu hadn't even slept on her body yet.

Nasty stuff.

Feng Yuexian grabbed the silver chain of the incense ball, tossed it towards the end of the bed.

The incense ball rolled and rolled on the quilt until it rolled into the pile of pillows and waist pillows in the corner before barely stopping.

The fragrance floats in the tent.

Feng Yuexian's fingertips were covered with red marks, and he stroked them very carefully, with a hoarse voice:

"Does it hurt?"

If there is a seemingly non-existent touch, a slight numbness will be evoked, and it will wander along the back, and rush across Song Pianliao's whole body.

Song Pianyi shuddered under her finger, Feng Yuexian closed her brows in joy, and frowned:

"It hurts?"

The beauty in Feng Yuexian's heart was swept away, she stretched out her long arms and picked up the cloak, turned over and went to call the imperial doctor.

The long gown made of light gauze billowed mist between the bed curtains, one end wrapped Feng Yuexian's pretty figure, and the other end brushed Song Pianlian's hand.

Song Pina held Bo Luo in her arms, stood up and sat up with strength, and leaned close to Feng Yuexian's back.

"Ok?"

Feng Yuexian is very sensitive to breath, thinking that Song Pianliu had something to say, she turned to look behind her:

"I'm going to call Yu--"

Feng Yuexian's remaining words disappeared between the two lips, and were eaten by Song Pianlu.

Song Pianle took her shoulders and kissed her.

A little bit of water, quietly.

The bed curtains were hanging down to the ground, and behind the flowered curtains, the two silhouettes merged into one, with the tip of their noses close together, their black hair lingering.

Just because the person in front of me takes the initiative to get close to me, even a simple touch is enough to touch people's hearts.

After a few breaths, Song Pianle retreated a little.

Feng Yue was drunk, her eyes were half-closed, as if being drawn, she came chasing after her.

Song Pianlian's index finger rested on her lower lip.

Jade white against crimson, the color is alluring.

Song Pianlian's cheeks were flushed like thin clouds, her brown pupils were full of water waves, and the color at the end of her eyes was particularly moving.

But she was extremely calm, and her voice was short and powerful:

"enough."

This move is a response, a reward, and at the same time, a rest.

Enough is enough, indulgent enough.

Only then did Feng Yuexian wake up from his drunkenness.

She opened her eyes, and her black eyes were like being thrown into a deep pool of pebbles, causing ripples.

not enough.

Thinking about Song Pianliu's initiative just now, Feng Yuexian narrowed his eyes, satiated and gluttonous.

Feng Yuexian looked at Song Pianliu calmly, like a big cat that has only tasted a little bit of meat, evaluating the possibility of a successful hunt.

Just around the corner, eager to try.

"obedient."

Song Pianyi said again, with a helpless tone.

However, even she was surprised, how could she talk to Feng Yuexian like this.

She softened her voice and added:

"Okay?"

In the darkness, Feng Yuexian's voice was low, it seemed to be humming from his nose, and it was also like a low moan that drew people's imagination.

Song Pianlu didn't hear clearly.

But when Feng Yuexian's warm breath sprayed on her fingers, she realized that she was still against Feng Yuexian.

She was about to withdraw her hand, but her lips parted quietly.

The fingertips suddenly fell into the warmth and humidity, reaching the second joint.

The fingers are long, and all of them sink into the richness and softness.

Fengwo Chunshui circled her fingers, confused.

The bottom of the spring water pool sticks to the finger, withdraws it back, lifts it up again, slides across the fingertips, and spins, extremely dexterous.

Song Pianlu's fingers suddenly sank into the softer ground, everywhere was soft, and the bottom was the softest.

Like a white and hard pearl, it is tightly wrapped by tender mussel meat.

Honey water spat.

All this happened in a very short period of time, attracting people's full attention.

Before Song Pianlu could react, Feng Yuexian took the initiative to push her fingers out with his tender tongue.

Before the last fingertip was spit out by Chunshui, Feng Yuexian gently sucked it.

"it is good."

Only then did she give the answer. In the darkness, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were filled with appeased satisfaction.

There's nothing wrong with Song Pianlu talking to herself like this.