Chapter 55: The Princess's Little Wife (23)

The clothes were piled up around the waist, piles of soft snow, wrapped in the beauty of the snow.
In the end, afraid that Song Pian was caught cold and the condition repeated, Feng Yuexian opened the quilt, leaned down, and lay down in the warm quilt together with Song Pian.
The quilt is soft and warm, and it becomes more fragrant and sweet after the heat.
Jin was covered with two people.
The begonia flower on the bed seemed to be alive, floating and moving endlessly.
The thin shirt and snow shirt on the quilt shook like a thin snow and floating mist.
Occasionally, the action is larger, and a gap is exposed under the cover, and the secret fragrance and groan quietly escape, sultry.
The people inside finally couldn't bear the thicker and hotter quilt, and the two of them stuck their heads from above.
Feng Yuexian carefully supported Song Pian on the porcelain pillow.
On the porcelain pillow, the blue silk is like crow feathers, scattered in disorder, some stained with fragrance and sweat, sticking to the white cheeks.
Feng Yuexian turned aside, propped her head, and pushed away the wet hair on Song Pianju's face with the other hand.
As if I loved it so much, but I didn't know how to express it, so he called:
"lightly."
One after another.
Song Pianjue was panting for breath, under the brocade quilt, her chest gently undulated, and there was still a faint unfading feeling remaining on it.
Just now Feng Yuexian made a mess, and I don't know how many red marks were made.
Especially the two points at the top tip, containing and containing, water dripping through.
This body is extremely delicate and will become red with a little friction.
At the same time, it is extremely sensitive.
Song Pianzhen shrank her lower abdomen, her toes hooked and hooked.
Originally wanted to blame Feng Yuexian, now he lost seven points of confidence.
She whispered:
"You call Xueqing, and then bring the quilt."
"Pianxian is so ruthless." Feng Yuexian sighed with pleasant eyebrows.
"Enough mischief, it's time to sleep."
"Not enough--" Feng Yuexian leaned down, rubbing against Song Pian's neck, not knowing where the hand under the bed touched.
Song Pian raised his head, and the hostess tapped on the porcelain pillow.
In the darkness, Feng Yuexian's voice was vague and low, as if he was talking.
"...It's so floppy, give me some more."
Under the darkness of the night, the brocade was piled up, where the fragrance was dripping with sweat.
The hostess knocking on the pillow sounded from time to time, never broken.
Until Song Pian stomped with a painful snort, her voice was enveloped in water vapor.
Feng Yuexian got up from her and spoke to her lips:
"Tender you?"
Song Pianzhen shook her head:
"Under the body..."
She turned sideways, looking like she was rolling in Feng Yuexian's arms. Feng Yuexian was afraid that she would have something to do, but instead of taking advantage of her maneuvering hands, she only lightly supported her and looked under her.
Only then did I see that Song Pianju was asleep on the soft quilt underneath her body, sleeping with an incense-coated quilt with gold and silver smoked balls.
The incense ball is very delicate and pleasant, covered with hollow patterns, the fragrance is overflowing, and the fragrance is spit out musk.
The things that were habitually between the quilts, as if they were going to steal incense from the beauty, did not know when, rolled behind Song Pianzhen.
Feng Yuexian pressed Song Pianxian to bully, and Song Pianxian's back touched the fragrant smoked ball, and his greasy and greasy back was softened.
It was also pressed into a rouge red seal.
"It picks places."
Song Pianzhen has never slept on herself.
Annoying things.
Feng Yuexian grabbed the silver chain of the incense ball, and threw it to the end of the bed.
The incense ball was rolled up and then rolled, rolling straight to the corner of the pillow, waist pillow pile, and then stopped.
The fragrance in the tent floats.
Feng Yuexian's fingertips were covered with red marks, and he drew it very carefully, with a low voice:
"Does it hurt?"
If there is a seemingly non-existent touch, it will evoke a slight numbness, wandering freely with the back, and rushing across Song Pianshu's body.
Song Pianju was shuddering, and Feng Yuexian closed her eyebrows in joy, frowning:
"It hurts?"
Feng Yuexian's charming heart swept away, her long arms stretched out and picked up the cloak, turned up, and wanted to call the imperial doctor.
A long gown made of light-yong yarn swung a thin haze between the bed tents, one end wrapped Feng Yue Xianjiao in good shape, and the other end brushed Song Pianju's hand.
Song Pianzhen held Bo Luo, got up and sat up with strength, leaning close to Feng Yuexian's back.
"Ok?"
Feng Yuexian was very sensitive to breath, thinking Song Pianzhen had something to say, she looked sideways behind her:
"I'm going to call the Yu-"
The rest of Feng Yuexian's words disappeared between her lips, and Song Pianju was eaten into her belly.
Song Pianqi pulled her shoulders and kissed her head sideways.
The dragonfly touched the water, quietly.
The bed tent was hanging down to the ground, and after the tent was spread, the two silhouettes merged into one, and the tip of the nose was close to the one with lingering blue silk.
Just because the person in front of you takes the initiative to get close to yourself, even the simple touch is enough to move your heart.
After a few breaths, Song Pianzhen retreated a little bit.
Feng Yuexian Gu was drunk and half-opened his eyes, chasing him as if being drawn.
Song Pianzhen put her index finger on her lower lip.
The jade white is lined with crimson, and the color is sultry.
Song Pianzhen's cheeks were flushed, like thin clouds flooding, and the tea-colored pupils were filled with water waves, and the color at the end of his eyes was particularly moving.
But she was extremely calm, her voice short and powerful:
"enough."
This is a response, a reward, and at the same time, a rest.
It's enough, enough indulgence.
Feng Yuexian just woke up from the drunkenness.
She opened her eyes, her black eyes were thrown into a deep secluded pool of pebbles, ripples in layers.
not enough.
Thinking of Song Pianqi's initiative just now, Feng Yuexian narrowed his eyes, gluttonous and gluttonous.
Feng Yuexian stared at Song Pianzhen, like a big cat that only tasted a little bit of meat, assessing the possibility of a successful hunt.
Ready to move, eager to try.
"obedient."
Song Pianzhen said again, her tone a little helpless.
However, even she was surprised, how could she speak to Feng Yuexian like this.
She softened her voice and added:
"Okay?"
In the darkness, Feng Yuexian's voice was low, like a hum from his nose, and also like a whispered whisper.
Song Pianzhen did not hear clearly.
But Feng Yuexian's warm breath sprayed on her fingers, and she realized that she was still on Feng Yuexian.
She wanted to withdraw her hand, but her lips parted quietly.
The fingertips suddenly plunged into the warm and humid, and spread straight to the second joint.
The long fingers fell on the plump and soft.
Fengwo Chunshui circled her fingers, Gu Zi confused.
With his fingers attached to the bottom of the spring pool, he withdrew back, lifted it up again, swiped his fingertips, whirled, and was extremely dexterous.
Song Pianjiao's fingers suddenly plunged into a softer boundary, soft everywhere, the softest underneath.
It looks like a white and hard pearl, tightly wrapped in tender clam meat.
The honey spit.
All this happened in a very short time, attracting all people's minds.
Without waiting for Song Pianzhen to respond, Feng Yuexian took the initiative to push her fingers out with a soft tongue.
Before Chun Shui spit out the last fingertip, Feng Yuexian gently sucked.
"it is good."
Only then did she give the answer. In the dark, the eyebrows were filled with comforted satisfaction.
There is nothing wrong with Song Pianzhen speaking to herself like this.