The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Weiyang Song (30)

Although Gu Rong has very little contact with the people of the empire, he does not accept any entertainment interviews.

But information and habits about him personally seem to be widely known in the Empire.

For example, Lord Marshal moved out of the Gu family's ancestral house a long time ago, and did not live with the rest of the Gu family.

Another example is that apart from intelligent robots, there is no living person in his mansion, and he never receives guests at home.

Another example is that Marshal has never had any scandals.

In short, from every citizen of the capital of the empire, to every piece of land that the "Glory" cavalry stepped on—

Without exception, Gu Rong was held high on the altar.

The sss-level mental strength, the invincible glory, and the heroic figure are like the infinite light draped on Gu Rong's body.

Covering all the darkness and filth behind the light.

In the stillness of the twilight, even the soft touch of cloth and quilt corners seems to be infinitely amplified.

It became more and more ambiguous.

Gu Rong's fingers had some scars brought back from the killing battle, and as the scars continued to increase, they accumulated into slightly rough cocoons——

When I skipped over that sensitive skin, an instant unspeakable pleasure swept over me.

Ever since he was convicted and sent to a wandering planet five years ago, the little thing that Gu Rong was so familiar with has not been used for a long time.

And because the owner of that place is still young, at this time, there is still a thin pink color in the dim yellow light.

Very light, immature and attractive.

Gu Rong stroked the slightly curved line with his fingers back and forth several times from bottom to top, and the little thing stood up unbearably, as if he was not satisfied and asked for more touches.

It's a pity that the person who controlled the rhythm stopped maliciously.

Gu Rong rubbed the swollen mouth with the thin calluses on his hand, and then pressed it there, blocking the last possibility of happiness for the person curled up in the quilt.

Shu Le's face was already blushing with Gu Rong's movements. At this time, he was stopped halfway and couldn't get up and down, but it was like a dream and he couldn't wake up.

He raised his waist unconsciously, and sent himself to Gu Rong again.

Like a pure and white lamb who voluntarily asked to be sent to the tiger's mouth.

Gu Rong's other hand also touched the edge of the corner of the quilt, went down the fragile and slender waistline, and suddenly squeezed at the root.

Shu Le's whole body froze suddenly, and her beautiful lips parted and closed twice: "Woo..."

Before the remaining words could be uttered, they were sealed between the lingering lips and teeth of the two.

Shu Le's consciousness was floating, and he had already lost any ability to resist, so he could only allow the person on him to invade at will and make various slutty poses.

Inside and out.

All belong to him alone.

It will always be his only one.

Until the poor little thing pitifully lost the last drop of stock, and slumped down completely exhausted, no matter how the man sitting on the edge of the bed reached out and played with it, he couldn't give the slightest response.

Gu Rong paused for a moment, then touched the top position again with unsatisfactory thoughts.

Trembling there, he lowered his head again.

The provocative fingers finally let go of the position that could no longer be teased, and slowly slid from the top to the back.

The bed sheet behind that position was already sticky and wet.

Gu Rong looked natural, neither impatience nor guilt, instead he stretched out his hand and wiped the sticky wet place twice, then moved up a little, and poked the thin gap that was completely closed.

It has not been endured for a long time, and it is naturally astringent there.

Shu Le's brows furrowed after only a shallow advance, and he tried to shrink his body upwards in extreme discomfort to squeeze out the foreign matter.

Gu Rong stopped and slid a few times at the entrance, but he didn't go any further.

Then he leaned over and gently kissed Shu Le's forehead, who was sleeping well: "Good night, my baby"