Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

At dusk of the moon, there are only two masters left.

They walked towards the bed with a red wedding tent and a wedding quilt in a tacit understanding.

He Yan kept looking at Hang Che with a smile on her face, Zhuo Yujun is so beautiful!Ever since Hang Che changed from the unchanging green and white Confucian outfit and put on this wedding dress, He Yan's eyes have been straight.

He had just sat down, and he was already holding Hang Che's face enthusiastically, but it was too late. Hang Che tilted his head in accordance with his movements, and accurately sucked He Yan's lips, from shallow to deep, affectionately sucking .

He Yan couldn't stand Hang Che's pious and affectionate model in love affairs the most. Before he had time to use the whole set of methods he had thought up, he had already been kissed by Hang Che so honestly that his body softened.

Young Master Liang's deep-rooted enjoyment factor is really frank, and his physical expression is very bold. When Hang Che kissed him, he opened his mouth and let it be frivolous; as soon as Hang Che kissed him, he had already raised his neck and exposed his throat. ; This shows that he likes Hang Che to bite his Adam's apple very much. Hang Che's warm wetness covered there as he wished, and then he started to bite lightly, and his long and short sighs that made people blush and heartbeat leaked out come out.

He Yan was already emotional, and he stretched out his hand to tug on Hang Che's skirt, and the disadvantages of the complicated button were revealed. He Yan couldn't pull it open, and the way he unbuttoned it was too delicate, even though he was caught by Hang Che After teaching it hand in hand, she still couldn't untie the buckle easily. She is as smart as He Yan, who can learn other things easily, but stumbled on a small buckle.Somewhat annoyed, he increased his strength, wanting to tear it off.

Hang Che held onto his shoulders calmly, raised his head from He Yan's neck, seemed to smile, held He Yan's hand that was trying to make trouble, and said, "Let my husband do it."

Today is such a special day, do you want to play some tricks?He Yan raised her eyebrows eagerly, leaned against the bedpost stretchedly, waiting for a feast.

He relaxed his body, opened his shoulders back, and raised his chest slightly, completely in a posture that you can pick and choose.

The lamps and candles were all covered with red gauze, and the reflected light was warm and charming. He Yan's eyes were already bright, but in the warm light, his smiling eyes were filled with water, making them even more dazzling. A section of snow-white neck was exposed under the collar, the watery light, red clothes and fair skin, coupled with He Yan's handsome face, even though he was a man, he had an indescribable charm.

And he is He Yan after all, even if he leans on like a boneless person, the self-confidence that no one will accept in his bones can't be concealed. The bone erosion, coupled with the innate unruly temperament, gave people a feeling of seductiveness, as if he was going to suck his soul if he didn't do enough.

Normally, Hang Che would have pushed He Yan into the brocade quilt long ago, but on this bridal night, Hang Che was still there, his breathing was slightly unsteady, his eyes were a little intense, but his expression was still calm and not urgent of.

The so-called "slow oars and fast boats, slow work and meticulous work", Zhuo Yujun is not impatient at all. It seems that all the patience he has accumulated for 24 years will be spent on eating this piece of hot tofu tonight. It seems that there is a set of detailed scripts, every step and every link has been designed and brainstormed countless times, and the wedding night must be realized step by step.

He straightened the body of the lady who was trying to break his rhythm, and wrapped his hands around the waistline of the lady. He Yan shivered slightly sensitively, as if she was afraid of itching and was about to shrink back, and she collapsed her muscles as if eager to wait, but Hang Che's technique was not the same as in the past Instead of stroking, he straightened his wife's waist in a very serious manner, and then solemnly said: "Yan'er, let me come."

Is he going to completely dominate me tonight?He Yan smiled, thinking for a while about what Hang Che might do, he was a little excited, just thinking about it, his body was already limp and completely relaxed on his own.

In fact, he already had his own script at the moment he put on the wedding dress today. He thought that Hang Che had restrained himself for so long, and always wanted to ask for it but always cared about his self-esteem. Now he doesn't care about the upper and lower roles, he just He even thought about the perfect combination with Hang Che. If Hang Che still couldn't bear to touch him, he would sit on it by himself. It didn't matter who was his husband and who was his wife, as long as the other party was Hang Che.

Unexpectedly, his script had no chance to be used at all. Hang Che was quite strong in love affairs, but tonight's force was so straightforward that he showed no restraint. After cooperating for a while, I will turn the tide and follow my own script.

But this night, Hang Che made He Yan thoroughly understand the meaning of the word "husband" with his hard-working spirit.

It all started with unbuttoning He Yan. Before unbuttoning He Yan, Hang Che even straightened He Yan's slightly torn skirt first. Then he called "Ma'am". From the first button on his chest, The real bridal chamber wedding night began.

Hang Che's eyes were focused, and his technique was neat, which was exactly the technique he taught He Yan to send in with one finger when he was wearing a wedding dress before worshiping.Untie one, and then pull the skirt to the maximum, and the end of the separated fork line stops at the position of the ribs; then untie the second one, and after separating the skirt, you can vaguely see the tight waistline under the inner garment; and so on until the end One, the placket is separated, and the fork is separated to the position of the belt.

Hang Che hasn't done anything yet, but the practice makes perfect, the over-focused gaze, and the imaginable preparation and attention that Hang Che has paid, already made He Yan's chest agitated. Unlocking the belt, Hang Che grabbed his hand to prevent him from doing it himself, called him "madam", leaned over to undo the belt for him, and with a "click", the belt fell to the ground in front of the bed, and that position began to appear. The first piece of clothing.

When he grabbed the two lapels of He Yan's wedding jacket and was about to take it off, Hang Che took a deep breath, and then slowly opened the two lapels. His hands were undressing, but his eyes did not move, and he stopped reverently at He Yan. On the front of Yan Liyi's intertwined plum blossoms and peach blossoms.

This kind of action is really too sacred, He Yan was forced to moisten the corners of his eyes by the turbulent affection, he was the one who was undressed, and he naturally gave birth to a strong affection to give himself, before the intimate physical contact, He Yan was already Some couldn't help it, he hoarsely called out: "Hang Che."

It seemed that he wanted to urge Hang Che to hurry up.

Hang Che answered him with an "um", and his fingers stopped on the first button of his coat.The button of the inner coat was even more difficult to untie. Hang Che took a deep breath, and as if about to open an unrivaled treasure, he moved slightly closer, twisted the button, and pushed it out with one finger. Go up with both hands, and slowly separate them, revealing two beautiful collarbones and a section of white jade chest inside, Hang Che didn't rush to untie one, but only one button can separate the widest angle, and kissed every place exposed, kindly The next brand of "husband".

He Yan raised her chin high, and from the first place where Hang Che's lips fell, he moaned emotionally.He Yan is not a person who pays attention to ceremonies, he has been like this in two lifetimes, he does things as he pleases, even for such a big event as worship, he can get married as he pleases.For the first time, he knew that the sense of ritual was so terrible. Every movement of Hang Che seemed to have been rehearsed countless times. Every movement, down to the fingertips, had a special meaning, so the time was stretched by the sense of ritual for a long time. Every second All are endowed with meaning and can be deeply remembered. Every second is no longer a simple second, and every breath is full of affection.

When the second button of his underwear was unbuttoned, Hang Che had already kissed his entire chest, and then the third button, but Hang Che did not use his hands, but his mouth.

Like biting and pulling, Hang Che was able to bite open the button that He Yan couldn't even handle with his hands.The third button is on the waistline, which is He Yan's fatally sensitive part. Hang Che bit and tore it wetly through the cloth, and his limbs and bones were all set on fire. He wished he could pull that button off. It was broken, and impatiently trying to pull it off, I heard Hang Che say again: "Ma'am, let me do it."

This is the third time that Hang Che said "Let me be my husband", and He Yan has already sensitively grasped the strong meaning in those words and predicted the slow rhythm and long process of this feast.Hang Che's unhurriedness is not restraint, but fermentation, like a general on the battlefield, who is sure of winning a battle, and wants to push the opponent to the extreme one bite at a time before completely eating it.

The overly long belt was torn apart by Hang Che's bite. The long belt spread out and fell on the half of the body below the waistline. On the skin, He Yan glanced down in the mist, and saw that the belt went around a certain place, circled around the peaks and mountains for several weeks, and then went down, entwined from the heels of the legs to below the knees.

Later, the two belts of his inner garment were torn off from his clothes and turned into two gauze belts "fingered in width". Walk.

There was a pile of clothes in front of the bed, but the four plain gauze belts of the two people's underwear were left on the bed.

He Yan felt that the belt was similar to Hang Che's weaving ink, and he had no doubt that Hang Che wanted to use him as a drawing paper to paint a wonderful picture that could only be bound on Zhuo Yujun's bed, and was even more faintly excited Something can be tied to that belt.For example, Hang Che's hand and a certain port of Hang Che.

Later, these unique uses were realized, but the person who was tied up was not Hang Che, but He Yan who was his wife.

Susha's belts are not strong, and with their cultivation base, they can be broken with just a little vibration. He Yan didn't deal with the yarn belts at first because she was expecting those usefulness, but in the end she even dealt with them. Not a single gauze had any strength left.

The well-read Zhuo Yujun's technique is perfect. The place where He Yan's body was torn open was pressed strongly against it. Some kind of pain did not appear. He was so dizzy with pleasure that he almost lost the ability to think. He was dominated by trembling and venting, and his body responded instinctively to Hang Che, but his eyes lost focus in a daze, and he only agreed to Hang Che one by one habitually.

Hang Che called him "Yan'er", and he responded pantingly; when Hang Che called him "Madam", he responded with a groan, and when it was almost dawn, he couldn't even hear what Hang Che was saying, he only knew what he said over and over again Humming in response, as long as he refuses to admit that he is his wife for a moment, his husband will use that thin and soft belt to tie his waistline and one of his ports, and tie up every part of his body in various ways. A place where he could be tied, and then lowered his waist to tell him with some kind of beating that they were made for each other.

This sense of ritual is really terrible, it makes the bridal night very long, and every detail is portrayed so deeply that He Yan will never forget this night in the years to come, and every time he thinks about it, he feels powerless and unable to resist.

"When the book is in use, you will hate it less", He Yan admired, Zhuo Yujun can give him a feast without repeating the same thing all night, it is really "reading a thousand volumes, writing like a god".He Yan thought, as expected, I still need to study more, the ancients will not deceive me.

In a daze, He Yan caught a glimpse of the faint skylight outside the window. He was comforted and fell asleep. Before he fell into a soft dream, his last thought was—the immortals of the Hang family are so exquisite.