Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

The warm breath sprayed on his neck, making people's heart itchy unbearably, coupled with his restless lips and tongue kept licking his Adam's apple, Zihua finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "Xining, when did you talk to Xiaolang? Learned, love to lick people so much."

All the charming atmosphere was blown away, An Xining said with a embarrassed face: "We are making out! Do you understand making out?"

Zihua ignored him, took the handkerchief placed by the bed and wiped it, and complained: "It's all your saliva."

This is disgusting! ?

An Xining grabbed the handkerchief and threw it out of the tent. He pressed his body hard against Zihua, wrapped his arms around his waist, and stretched down with the other. The place he touched brought tremors like electric current. Zihua really couldn't laugh at this time, and he realized that his current situation was very bad. When An Xining was still fully dressed, he had already been wiped clean, and he wanted to reach out to pull his clothes. However, he was pressed down by the person on his body and couldn't move. When he wanted to stop, his lips and tongue were caught by the opponent one step faster.

The initiative was completely controlled by An Xining, and Zihua could only toss and turn, moaning and crying with his movements. Suddenly, his eyes widened: "Xining!"

There was panic in his voice, An Xining couldn't bear it, kissed his temples to comfort him: "It's fine, leave it to me."

Zi Hua hesitated, but finally nodded. He didn't know where An Xining touched him. Suddenly, his whole body became stiff, his face seemed pained but also joyful, his forehead was slightly sweating, his cheeks were bright red, and his white teeth clenched his lower lip tightly. Still can't stop letting out a groan~groan.

The bed sheet under him was wrinkled by him. After a long while, Zihua suddenly relaxed, his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, his eyes stared blankly at the top of the bed, his ears were buzzing, and he was totally thinking about it. Nothing else.

An Xining was quite proud, kissing the corners of the lips painted by the parent-child and asked, "Do you like it?"

"I don't like it..." The voice was unsteady, with a crying tone, not convincing at all.

Regardless of his duplicity, An Xining said with a smirk, "You were the one who was comfortable just now, but now it's my turn."

Zi Hua turned his head in doubt: "Is it not over yet?"

An Xining was about to be laughed at by him, so he bit him and said, "Of course it's not over, the night is still so long, you are questioning my ability."

Zihua struggled for a moment, and finally made up his mind: "Then I will help you like you did just now?"

"No," An Xining refused, and pressed him down again with an ambiguous expression, "Let's play something else."

The bed was shaken slightly, and it was turned red. There was a faint suppressed weeping sound from the bed curtain, accompanied by heavy breathing, which made people blush and heartbeat. Suddenly, a hand came out from the bed curtain, fingers tightly Clinging tightly to the edge of the bed, the joints are long and slender, and some red marks are dotted on a section of the snowy arm for some reason, like a winter red plum blossoming in the snow, but it didn't take long for him to be caught by the other hand stretched out from the bed. Stopped, fingers clasped and dragged back into the bed curtain.

The dragon, phoenix and red candles in the new house are still quietly lit, illuminating the big red happy characters on the wall, making the room ambiguous and charming.

When An Xining woke up, the tent was still in darkness. He was very energetic at this time, and his thoughts for many years finally came true. He felt comfortable all over his body and his depression disappeared.

The weight on the arm was familiar yet unfamiliar. An Xining didn't dare to move too much, for fear of disturbing the dreams of those around him, so he turned sideways carefully. An Xining just quietly looked at Zihua who was sleeping soundly. He is so tired that he still hasn't woken up yet, his brows are slightly frowned, and the corners of his eyes are still moist.

An Xining was a little ready to move again, especially when she saw Zihua's slightly swollen lips due to being raped many times, but as a qualified and considerate husband, it must not be done when her own kisses are already very tired. Let's do the beast thing again.

So, the smug An Xining secretly stretched out his index finger to trace Zihua's face, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, as if his heart had been wiped with honey.In his previous life, he was domineering and pampered, and he didn't want to be restrained by anyone. Therefore, he found that his first reaction after falling in love with Zi Hua was to refuse and run away. Fortunately, the grace of God gave him a chance to start again, otherwise he would not know that all he wanted was to grow old together with his beloved.

An Xining knew that he was reckless and only knew how to fight with force, so he never peeped at what he couldn't get, but Zi Hua was different, even if he knew he was a fairy, he still wanted to catch him and spend his life with him.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice Zihua's waking up.

"What time is it now?"

When the voice came, An Xining suddenly came back to his senses, and couldn't bear to see Zihua's sleepy eyes, so he coaxed him: "It's still early, you can go to sleep later."

"No, I'll go to the palace early in the morning to greet your father and queen."

An Xining covered the quilt for him. Although it is spring now, the temperature difference between day and night is big, and it was still a bit cold in the morning. After finishing it, he said: "Father has sent a message to Xiao Yantai last night, so we can save our greetings today. It’s the same if we go again tomorrow morning.”

"That's good."

Seeing that Zihua was about to fall asleep again, An Xining murmured: "Zihua, I did and missed many things before, but please believe me, I will try my best to correct it."

Zi Hua didn't even lift his eyelids: "You're talking nonsense again, I want to sleep."

An Xining closed his mouth, and withdrew his hand from under Zi Hua's neck: "I'll get someone to prepare breakfast for you."

Zihua responded vaguely, and then fell into a deep sleep. An Xining tiptoed out of bed, took a piece of clothing and put it on, and when he walked out, he summoned the little inkstone who had been waiting by the door early in the morning: "Go and tell the kitchen Prepare some light and easy-to-digest breakfast, and send it up after the painting is finished."

"It's the lord, this servant will let people prepare."

"Wait a minute, prepare some hot water for me, I want to take a bath and change clothes."

After giving the order, An Xining went back to the house. He didn't pay attention when he was emotional last night. Some of the clothes he took off were thrown on the ground. His and Zihua's underwear were all tangled up, just like they did last night. Same.

An Xining was in a good mood, picked up one piece and put it away, and even found a pool of stains on Zihua's clothes, which I thought were accidentally stained last night, but I don't know if it was his or Zihua's. Or... two of them.

After packing up the clothes, there was a knock on the door, An Xining went to open the door, there were a few young eunuchs and two maids standing outside, holding things like toilets, and they all wanted to greet him when they saw him.

An Xining waved his hand to stop them from speaking: "There's no need to be polite, let's all go in and put it away for this king, walk lightly, so as not to disturb Zhengjun's rest."

"Yes, the slave obeys."

When Zihua woke up again, it was already broad daylight. Thinking of the indulgence last night, his ears were red and his heart was beating. He is also very happy, but still can not forgive.

It's getting late now, and Zihua was about to get up, but found that whenever he moved, his whole body ached, especially his waist, which was completely soft and weak, and the unspeakable part behind him was still hot, all of which were thanks to that reckless man Because of this, Zi Hua couldn't help gnashing his teeth: "An Xining, I'll make you look good!"

As soon as the words fell, An Xining hummed a little song and came out of the cubicle refreshingly. He had just finished taking a shower, so he had no worries because he was in the room. He only wore a pair of thin white obscene pants, and his upper body was completely naked. Looking at it, with honey-colored skin and firm texture, Zihua's face became hot again when he saw it.

An Xining saw that Zihua's face turned red and then paled, and thought that he was fascinated by his own charm, so he walked triumphantly to the bed, showing off his muscles, and asked with a wink, "Zihua, is it today?" I found out earlier that I am very handsome, which makes your heart beat."

As he spoke, he deliberately pulled down his obscene trousers to show his might, but in the end, his joy turned into sorrow, and a sheet was thrown towards him, covering him under it. He paused word by word: "Immortal! Shameless!"

His words were sonorous and forceful, An Xining was stunned on the spot for a while, his mouth was open for a long time and he couldn't speak, his hands were stuck in his trouser belt, and he was in a mess in the wind.

"Zi, Zi Hua..."

Zi Hua glanced over, his brows filled with displeasure: "Hurry up and help me up."

An Xining woke up like a dream, and immediately went to help Zihua, but Zihua's whole body was sore now, and he was even more upset when he touched him, and he lost his temper a lot, An Xining, the culprit He was able to let him vent his anger with his head down, and after helping him out of bed, he said pitifully, "Zi Hua, are you comfortable now?"

"Uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable when I see you!" Zi Hua became more and more angry when he thought about it, and threw away An Xining's support, but as soon as he threw it away, his legs felt weak for a while, and he was about to lean against the bedpost. slide down.

An Xining immediately pulled him back quickly, and hugged him halfway in front of his chest: "Zi Hua, you go back to the bed first, and I'll give you a squeeze to relax."

Zihua wanted to refuse but in the end he couldn't bear the pain in his body, and he lay on the bed according to his words. An Xining's mind was fluttering, and his sweetheart was lying in front of him, no matter how excited he was, he moved his fingers and went up to him.

It has to be said that An Xining's massage technique is still good, so the maids and eunuchs waiting outside the door heard the conversation that made people blush and heartbeat.

"Zi Hua, is this here?"

"Yes, you focus."

"Okay, is that okay?"

"It's okay, go down, go down a little bit, yes, it's here."

"Zi Hua, your waist is really soft."

"Shut up, ah... You, take it easy, it's too heavy."

A few thin-skinned ones were already covering their mouths and laughing, and one of the little maids said: "I didn't expect our prince to be so brave, Zheng Jun almost couldn't stand it."

"Isn't it? If you want me to say that with the appearance of Zhengjun, no man can hold it back."

"What are you muttering about?" Xiao Yantai brought someone over, and when he saw the expressions of the maids and eunuchs, he immediately understood eight points, and complained in his heart, "Get out of the way for the general manager, if you have the courage to listen to the wall, if you have the courage to stand against the board ?"

Seeing the maids and eunuchs scattered like fish and beasts, Xiao Yantai stood in front of the door with a bitter face to guard the door for the two bold masters, it really hurt him as a father-in-law.