Chapter 213: His and her joy

I also looked at him. The two looked at each other silently, and heard him suppress his voice, "You go out first."
With that, a wave of his hand made the curtain fall.
I didn't know what was going on, but stood there motionlessly, watching the two figures inside the curtain like vines entangled, and heard the sound of shed clothes, and then a soft chant followed the warm wind Submit.
My face was hot, and my skin was hurting, but my fingertips were cold. I did n’t know how long it took. I raised my hand and touched my face gently, but it was still cold, and she was inadvertent. He glanced out again, with a hint of moan in his moan: "His Royal Highness, she-what is she, is she still?"
It seemed to pause for a while, and then Pei Yuanzhang's voice sounded, with a deep breath in the teaser: "She is here, it's her night, and you still want someone else, what are you doing?"
After speaking, the bed curtain shook again, and Shen Rou uttered a groan that was not painful or cheerful.
"what--!"
This time, I didn't turn around again, turned and walked towards the door, and there was a cooing cry with a chuckle, and a heavy gasp of desire, hitting my eardrum like a hammer, more than ever It's clearer, and even, it seems that I can see the scene in front of me, lingering.
The door was closed behind him.
The cold fingertips lifted up the fence. I was like a puppet. I walked downstairs step by step with only a trace of instinct. The downstairs was still brightly lit, but the water was flowing in front of me. Looking at anything It's strangely twisted. I was afraid I would fall. I supported the wall with both hands and slowly moved forward.
Just walking past the lobby, I heard Yang Yunhui's voice sounded behind him—
"Uncomfortable?"
"..."
My hand holding the wall trembled again, and then slowly turned my head to see him sitting there drinking. He glanced at me and said, "Yue Qingying, there is a word you better remember."
"..."
"His Highness is a person who is going to do big things. He can only be attached and cannot be affected."
"..."
"No one can stop him!"
My mind was as chaotic as my sight. I couldn't figure out what he meant, but I didn't have the energy to go on. I thought about it and slowly walked to the table: "Master, slavery thinks Ask for a glass of wine. "
"Well."
A glass of amber light passed to my eyes, and when I lowered my head to drink, I heard a pop, and there was a wave of water in the glass, and I saw myself reflected in the water.
Pale face, helpless eyes, like a wandering soul who could not find a place to go.
Finally, see clearly ...
I smiled at myself in the wine, raised my head, drank the glass of wine, and suddenly felt a hot feeling straight into my throat, and I coughed twice.
Looking at me somewhat embarrassed, the corner of Yang Yunhui's mouth grinned: "It will be uncomfortable, it's still early."
I looked up at him.
He said, while holding up the jug and filling it into my glass, he poured a glass, but did not drink it immediately, but squeezed the glass to look at the light inside, his face was a little unexpectedly deep. After a while, I heard him slowly say, "There are more than one daughters who will send their daughters to the princes, and there will be no fewer in the future."
Is he talking about his own father?