The Scholar Who Was Captured in the Palace: Dreams Against the Heavens

That night, Cheng Ran finally lay back in Zhao Qi's embrace, not by Zhao Qi's force, it could even be said that he took the initiative.It was he who didn't refuse Zhao Qi to bathe him, and then hugged him to the bed and kissed...

"Hmm..." Cheng Ran moaned softly, those kisses on his legs brought a numbness, itching, and then tearing pain, the tearing pain full of humiliation left in the memory, came back again.

Because you can't see it, the feeling is stronger, like having sex with a hungry beast. This beast is the king of beasts, a strong tiger with smooth fur, a vigorous and sensitive body, and sharp eyes. teeth, and a bloody, greedy tongue.

Cheng Ran whimpered, swung her waist, and urged Zhao Qi, her arms were clinging tightly to the man who abused her, her body was full and cracked, blood was flowing, but it didn't hurt at all, it was a happy feeling After covering up the pain, Cheng Ran forced himself towards Zhao Qi, experiencing every moment that caused him pain.

"Ran, stop quickly." Zhao Qi growled to stop him from twisting.

"Ah—what's the matter." Cheng Ran held onto Zhao Qi and wouldn't let him leave.

"You're crazy, stop now, Ran..." Trying to endure the pleasure that ran through his brain, Zhao Qi held his waist to reduce his pain.

"Move, Qi, hug me..." Cheng Ran tempted again and again: "Didn't you say you love me, like me?" "Come and hug me..."

That night was a sleepless night, Zhao Qi kept lingering in Cheng Ran's body, and Cheng Ran kept moistening his body.

While still awake, Cheng Ran thought coldly, soon, Zhao Qi would get tired of this body again and give him back his freedom.He also hates this gradually weakened self, let's break his body so that he will no longer be crazy about others.

The bright sunshine in the morning made Zhao Qi feel good. He stretched his body excitedly, and leaned over to call his lover: "Ran, get up, and catch up on sleep in the car, okay. Ran——"

The smile froze on his face, Cheng Ran's drowsy face was as pale as paper, and the dark red blood dripped down the corner of his mouth onto the pillow...

"Ran—" Zhao Qi mourned, without even his clothes on, he shouted loudly: "Prince doctor, doctor Xuan! Get out of here, doctor."

It's just that he was too nervous. The disheveled imperial doctor was embarrassed to death when facing the emperor who was only wearing pajamas, but what he wanted to report was even more embarrassing: "Go back to the emperor, Mr. Cheng is fine, he has internal injuries, so... Uh, I'm afraid it's not suitable... Uh, it will be fine after a while."

No matter how to nourish them, Zhao Qi and Cheng Ran knew in their hearts that the roots were already dead, and no matter how much water they poured on the leaves, it would be useless.