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The two kissed passionately, desperately wanting each other to feel their deep lovesickness, until Ling Mojin was a little out of breath, no matter how reluctant Yu Qingge was, he still separated from her.

"Are you blaming me?" Yu Qingge pressed her forehead against Ling Mojin's, and her lips gently touched the corners of her lips. The murmur sounded like asking and confiding, but she could hear the cautiousness inside.

"Resentment." Ling Mojin smiled softly, her breath was not steady, but she didn't let go of Yu Qingge's arm.

Resentment is resentment, but worry and longing are the most, especially after Yu Qingge left for a few days, the resentment in my heart was obliterated by the crazy longing, and I was always worried about whether she was well and how to take care of her. Go up and blame her?

Yu Qingge also raised the corners of her lips when she heard the words, and continued to rub her lips with hers, and suddenly asked again: "Then, miss me?"

Ling Mojin just buried her head into Yu Qingge's neck, not answering this question, but when her skin touched Yu Qingge felt her slightly hot cheeks, and the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened, Ling Mojin never The person who can say these words straightforwardly, every time he is half-forced to say love words, his face will be as hot as it is now. The fierce kiss just now has shown how much she misses herself in her heart. If you don't want to, how can you respond to yourself like this?

At this time, after Ling Mojin approached, Yu Qingge saw a painting on the table behind her. In the painting, she saw a woman in a white dress, holding short hands to her lips, and her waist-length black hair blowing in the wind. On the surface, for some reason, Yu Qingge felt that this woman was herself, and when she read the poems beside her, she was even more sure.

Looking at the words on the painting again, Yu Qingge stretched out his hand and swiped his fingertips from the first sentence one by one: "Once I was lucky enough to be happy in the temple, I don't think about the king leaning on the sidewalk."

Yu Qingge suddenly remembered that that time when Ling Mojin saw through her affection for her, she ignored everything and forcibly kissed her, but at that time Ling Mojin was still a woman who had never been in love/love, even if she How much he pampered himself at the beginning, but he was still flustered at that moment.

"Jin'er is expressing, did I fall in love with you when I kissed you in Fengguo Temple?" Yu Qingge's voice rang softly in Ling Mojin's ears, without any of the usual provocation and teasing.

Ling Mojin only felt that Yu Qingge's voice seemed to be getting better and better. Every time she talked so close to her, she felt a little itchy in her heart, and felt that something was running around in her heart.

"Maybe not at that time, maybe earlier." Ling Mojin left her embrace a little bit, turned her body to look at her own painting, and then raised her head to look at Yu Qingge's side face. As thrillingly beautiful as she was at the beginning, I probably felt that she was special very early on, otherwise how could I allow her to overstep the rules again and again?

Yu Qingge laughed even more when he heard the words, "Oh? Could it be that I was fascinated by me at that time?"

She clearly remembered that although Ling Mojin pampered herself unconsciously at first, it was more of her own initiative. If it wasn't for the repeated inducements, Ling Mojin might still be so rigid.

If he was obsessed with his appearance and posture like others, he would not have to make such an effort, but if Ling Mojin really judged people by their appearance like those people, he would not fall in love with her so much. Thinking about this metaphor Qingge felt relieved again in her heart, she fell in love with her after all, and why did she still think about these things.

"I can't explain it, but I'm sure it must be now." Why not?Now looking at Yu Qingge's eyebrows and eyes engraved on her heart, Ling Mojin actually has a feeling that she can't get enough of them.

After experiencing the pain of almost losing her once, Ling Mojin felt that there is nothing more important than Qingge being by her side in the future. The feeling of pushing her away against her will for the sake of ethics seems to be far away from her. .

"Jin'er, what does this mean?" Yu Qingge smiled and hovered over the last two lines of the poem with her fingertips. The meaning of these lines was naturally obvious, but she wanted to hear Ling Mojin say it herself.

Because this is what Yu Qingge has been thinking about since she was eight years old. She wants to get close to this person, wants her to show a real smile, and even wants to be with her day and night. If she can grow old with her, then I will have no regrets in this life. .

Even if Ling Mojin was a woman, the wife of Uncle Mo, her father's brother-in-law, or even the queen of Nanheng Kingdom, Yu Qingge didn't care.

I'm not afraid of any obstacles on the way of chasing you, whether it's gender or ethics, I don't pay attention to it, I'm just afraid that you won't accept my love.

"You and I are married. From today onwards, I will be your wife, and you will be my wife too, okay?" Ling Mojin leaned in her arms, and put her hand on her waist, Finally she said what she had kept in her heart for months.

She originally wanted to wait until she and Yu Qingge went home to meet Jiang Ziyi, but who would have thought that such a thing would happen on the day when she left the palace, Yu Qingge rushed to the border on the same day, until today, they have been separated for three months, she Don't want to wait any longer, she wants to tell Yu Qingge that she wants to be Yu Qingge's wife.

At this moment, Yu Qingge really realized that if a person who seldom talks about love is enlightened, he really can't wait to let his heart be soaked in a honeypot when he speaks.

"The queen mother just said to make me a wish and asked me what I want, right?" The smile on the corner of Yu Qingge's mouth became a little evil, and the charm that had been suppressed by her just now was released in an instant, as if a goblin was trying to seduce/lure mortals attitude is unmistakable.

Ling Mojin was still immersed in the provocative words, but before Yu Qingge could reply, she was suddenly surprised by what she called her, and the blush spread rapidly on her face.

"Yu Qingge, don't call me that..." Ling Mojin turned her head away and didn't want to look at her playful eyes. She called her like that to deceive others, and with the current relationship between the two, the fierce lips and tongue just now Intertwined, still hugging tightly now, Yu Qingge called herself like this, and a feeling of taboo suddenly emerged spontaneously.

"Qingge has been away for several months, and I can't sleep well every night when I fall asleep, just because I don't have the company of my mother..." Yu Qingge turned a deaf ear to her words, and instead called the taboo title in her ear even more excessively, telling her own thoughts of her.

"No matter what I'm doing, I always think of the queen mother, the queen mother's lips, the queen mother's body, and the queen mother's hands. I'm going crazy..." Yu Qingge seemed to be possessed at the moment, knowing that the title was so Taboo, Ling Mojin blushed even more when she heard it, but she called her more frequently, and even talked more and more about the skin-to-skin relationship, which made Ling Mojin dare not look at her directly.

What Yu Qingge likes the most is Ling Mojin's shy look, which makes him always want to go too far and seduce her more presumptuously, especially now that he is in love with her, he wants to see her fall in love with him It looks like I can't hold myself.

"Do you know, Jin'er, which is the most important step in getting married?" Yu Qingge let go of the hands around her waist, and pulled her towards the bed.

"Which step?" Ling Mojin didn't know why she asked this question, so she just followed her words and let her lead her to the side of the bed.

Yu Qingge's smile became more and more meaningful, and she put her hands on Ling Mojin's shoulders, making Ling Mojin sit on the edge of the bed following her movements.

Looking at Yu Qingge's actions and her smile now, Ling Mojin suddenly understood what Yu Qingge said was the "most important step".

How cumbersome and lengthy the process of getting married is, it is all in front of everyone. The moment that truly belongs to two people is the last step. Lips and teeth are attached to each other, ears and temples are rubbed together, and fish and water blend together, making each other completely belong to each other.

"The most important step in getting married is naturally the wedding night in the bridal chamber." Yu Qingge then sat down beside her, holding Ling Mojin's hand and never letting go.

"Although that night was my first night, there were some flaws after all. I was drugged with a love potion, and you haven't completely opened up your heart." The events of that night are still clearly imprinted in Yu Qingge's mind Even though she was not insane and understood that the person who was loving her at that time was Ling Mojin, the reason for the love that time was because of the love potion.

She wanted Ling Mojin, who had completely accepted her now, to love her from the bottom of her heart, without any external influence, just relying on Ling Mojin's inner affection.

Ling Mojin naturally also thought of the thoughts of that night, more because of Yu Qingge's charming temptation when the medicine took effect, which made her lose her mind, although in the end it was to obey her own will She, but if it weren't for the love potion, Yu Qingge would not have been so pressing every step of the way that night.

"You just said that I am your wife, and today is the night of your marriage." Yu Qingge squeezed Ling Mojin's hand tightly, and turned to look at her.

"This time there is no love potion, no shackles from you, just rely on your affection for me, love me well, okay?" At this moment, Yu Qingge just wanted to let Ling Mojin know that she wanted Ling Mojin to get The best of me, no matter in which aspect, whether it is body or mind, must be flawless for Ling Mojin.

Ling Mojin looked at the tenderness in Yu Qingge's eyes, and her heart softened accordingly. Why didn't she want to rely on her inner drive to love Yu Qingge?The state of mind is already different from the past, although I still can't let go, but the desire for Yu Qingge is still real.

"Okay, tonight there is only love between you and me, nothing else." Ling Mojin watched Yu Qingge who got her consent stood up and walked in front of her. The enchanting waist was right in front of her. , but uneven.

Yu Qingge leaned over and reached out to untie Ling Mojin's clothes. Her clothes were more gorgeous and cumbersome, but Yu Qingge also untied them layer by layer gently, without any impatience on her face.

Until there was only the middle coat left, Ling Mojin's gaze never left Yu Qingge's face, letting her spread her blue hair down her back.

Ling Mojin's clothes were only her underwear, and Yu Qingge suddenly became nervous when she saw her neat attire.

"Qingge, let me..." Ling Mojin stood up and stopped Yu Qingge who was about to take off her clothes. She saw a flash of surprise in her eyes, and then a clear smile rose from the corner of her lips.

Ling Mojin suddenly felt that her face was a little hot, she turned her face away and didn't dare to look directly at her, she seemed to be not like her former self today, but even though she still couldn't let go of her temper, she didn't want to hide her desire for Yu Qingge .

Yu Qingge's clothes are not as complicated as Ling Mojin's. Ling Mojin just untied the belt, and the dress became loose. She moved her fingertips upwards, resting on the lapel and sliding gently , even through the clothes, Ling Mojin could still feel the scorching skin underneath, scalding her fingertips through the fabric.

But such a scorching temperature did not make Ling Mojin feel unbearable, but made her want to remove the extra fabric, let her fingertips touch Yu Qingge's skin without barriers, and feel the fiery warmth under the fabric. temperature.

Ling Mojin was brought back to her senses by the scorching temperature of her fingertips, and she pulled Yu Qingge's loose outer shirt down her shoulders without hesitation, and the cloth seemed to understand the beautiful scene at this moment, knowing her current existence It's superfluous, slipping off Yu Qingge's body consciously.