Chapter 142: The most beautiful melody

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Ink eyebrows, look at her and ask: "What do you mean!"
The half-scented mouth is hooked with a happy smile. The novel is very helpful in helping the ink to pick up the dishes: "Mother, eat more, add some physical strength."
The palace people have prepared breakfast, see the master came back, and immediately served the host to eat.
I was planning to stay with Jun Chie for breakfast, but I thought that in front of outsiders, I would also like to install enemies, and he would not return soon. If he was here, he would not let others doubt, so she wore it. After neatness, I returned to Fengyang Palace.
After the ink slumbers to wake up naturally, bathe, change clothes, and then return to Fengyang Palace.
Jun Qianche shook his head and smiled, got up, bathed and changed clothes to go early.
Insufficient and insane, "I am!" Then I continued to sleep.
Jun Chi, who was finally satisfied, printed a kiss on her lips: "It’s still early, continue to sleep. Going early."
So early in the morning, Mo Yan was bullied again by his awkwardness, and she was sore.
Mo Yan can't laugh or cry: Is it right? Is this something important for political affairs?
Jun Qian's kiss came to her ear, biting her earlobe and whispering: "If you have time, go through the business and go."
"Hey--" Mo Yan was awakened by his sleep in his sleep, watching him burn with his flaming eyes, reminding him: "The emperor, you have to go early."
Her muttering, like a beautiful snoring, made him unable to restrain his own physical impulses, turned over and pressed her under his body, and the dense kiss fell.
Chin rushed toward her little face, rubbing her little face with the newly grown scum, making her tickle, staggering her head and dodging: "No, itchy."
There are some gentlemen who want to fire. When they feel the softness, how can they control themselves? Although they want to let her sleep more, now she is inadvertently burning her own desires, so he Can only temporarily disturb her dreams.
I felt someone touching my face, and the little ink in my sleep came out, grabbed it indiscriminately, caught the big palm on my face, grabbed it, hugged it into my arms, and landed on my chest. .
Looking at the little man sleeping next to me, looking at her infatuation, reluctant to look away, the big palm caressed her little face, full of infinite pets and love.
The next day, when the day was not bright, Jun Qian Che was already awake. Although he had two meetings last night, but for him, not only did he feel tired, but he was more spiritual.
They all slept very sweetly tonight and made a beautiful dream.
Tonight, the two couples who have been so long, have finally opened all the misunderstandings and are willing to be together.
Jun Qianche looked at the shy little guy who hid in his chest, and the corner of his mouth evoked a satisfying smile.
"Yeah!" Mo Yan shyly kissed his lips, his face quickly burned red, and immediately closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Jun Qianche smiled and held her tightly into her arms and snorted softly: "Sleep!"
So Mo Yan looked at him and seriously said: "The emperor, I believe in your words."
Mo Yan still smiled sweetly: "Although the sweet words of the emperor are not very sweet, but the courtiers like it." Perhaps it is too difficult for him to say sweet words, but isn't she like him? If he talks sweetly all day, maybe he won't fall in love with him, he will feel that he is not reliable. Although his sweet words are not very sweet, she is very touched when she listens. One can have the emperor of the harem three thousand plus. You said that his mind, body and mind are yours, forever belongs to you, will never betray, this is more touching than what sweet words! It is more fun than any promise of the vows. His seriousness and sincerity in the tone make her believe that he is serious, not deliberately saying something nice to listen to after she gets her.
Jun Qian Che reached out and scraped her nose.
Ink did not know why he suddenly said this emotional word, and tried to open his eyes to look at him. The lips blew a clean smile and asked: "Imperial, are you talking sweet words to the courtiers? But this sweet talk Not very sweet!"
Jun Qian Che’s pet was falling on her forehead and muttered in her ear:
Hey, remember what you said tonight, no matter what happens, you will not betray you, no matter what. Whether it is the heart or the body or even the thought, so no matter what happens, you must believe in it. Only by trusting each other can we come to the end. Understand?"
"Not yet." Mo Yan returned two words with his eyes closed. He really had no strength, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.
Jun Qian Che loved her into her arms, holding her to sleep, whispering in her ear: "Hey, have you fallen asleep?"
After the end, Mo Yan was already unable to fall asleep.
Jun Qian, who had been abstinence for so long, couldn’t help but ask her twice.
In the palace, the short-sounding breath of the man and the snoring of the woman are combined into the most beautiful melody.
Jun Qian Che whispered softly in her ear, caressing every inch of her skin.
"Pain -" Mo Yandao.
Her lips bite her inch of snow muscles, explore her beauty, gently pry the clean body that belongs to him.
Ink was nervously grasping his strong back, and consciousness was a little disintegrated under his lure.
His big hand was walking up and down her, and she couldn’t help but scream.
"Oh, don't be afraid." His breath blew in her ear, causing her ears to heat up.
Jun Qian's kiss gently fell, from top to bottom, the body shivered involuntarily under his caress.
The big palm stretched out, and a strong wind slammed toward the candle on the table. The candle was extinguished in an instant, the room was dim, and the moonlight outside was spilled in, so that nothing in the room could be seen.
Jun Qianche smiled, although her character was greatly embarrassed on weekdays, but in this respect, she was really shy and nodded: "Good!"