Chapter 41: Shared bed (2175 words)

After drinking a glass of wine, here is the last and most important step in getting married - the cave.
An Ziran did not think about this problem. Since it is a marriage, there is no need to finish the husband and wife process, not to mention two men, so he naturally assumes that Fu Wutian thinks so.
He thought so before drinking a glass of wine.
After drinking, he is not sure.
An Ziran pretended to go to the bed and sit down, and said to Fu Wutian who came down to the wine glass and said: "I am going to bed tonight, Wang Ye, you are wronged to sleep on the ground, should there be no problem?"
"Yes!" Fu Wutian did not give him a desired answer as he expected, bent down and looked straight at him: "Wang Hao, we are already husband and wife."
"Not sooner or later." An Ziran looked calm.
Fu Wutian’s lips twitched slightly:
But before that day, we will always be husband and wife.

When An Ziran slammed his face, his fists clenched, as if he would squat at any time.
Fu Wutian blinked and he put two small fists on his side, only half of him, his eyes could not help but flash a smile, suddenly put his hand over, but he did not touch it and he was avoided by him. Dao: "Wang Hao, today is the king's big day, the king never thought about going to sleep underground."
"Then I slept underground." An Ziran quickly took the call.
"That can't be done, how can the king be willing to let Wang Hao sleep underground, and smash you, this king will be responsible for the end." Fu Wutian said, then turned and walked over and took the pot of wine and wine glasses. "Wang Hao's drink seems to be good." Why not drink a few cups."
An Ziran looked at him coldly and wanted to get drunk with him?
Unfortunately, he made a wrong calculation. Although he changed his body in this world, the original An Ziran was a good drinker. This is exactly the same as An Changfu, so there are a lot of good wines in the home of Anjia, although not As for the thousand cups, it is not drunk, but a pot of wine in the district is not enough to make him drunk.
Fu Wutian poured a glass of wine and handed it to him.
An Ziran did not hesitate. After taking it, he drank it and refused to take the irons.
The eyes that Fu Wutian’s eyes showed were quite profound. An Zi, who was drinking a glass of wine, did not notice that he stopped drinking three cups in succession. There was no change in his face. Fu Wutian praised:
Wang Hao really has a good amount of wine, and this king admire.

"When the wine is finished, can I sleep?" An Ziran ignored his compliment. He only wants to spend the first night of his wedding.
"of course."
To his surprise, Fu Wutian was very refreshing.
An Ziran looked at him unexpectedly and wondered if he was playing another idea, but there was nothing special about the whole process, and he was very sure that there was no medicine in the drink. If he had to drink it, he thought. If he doesn't come out, he won't think about it again.
An Ziran took off his gorgeous wedding dress. Although he wanted to sleep with his clothes, the weight of the wedding dress was not light. He might not feel comfortable when he didn’t take it off, so he only took a moment to take off the red robe outside. Just about to hang up, a pair of hands suddenly stretched over to catch his clothes, looked up and saw Fu Wutian handsome face.
"This king will help you."
An Ziran frowned and watched Fu Wutian hang up his clothes. Together with his own, he thought about it or changed a topic. "I used to sleep outside, and troubled Wang to sleep inside."
This is not a request or inquiry. When he finishes, he lies directly outside and faces him.
Fu Wutian doesn't care, but when he sleeps inside, An Zi then turns to face the outside, just don't look at him. He sees Fu Tiantian feeling a bit funny, but he didn't expect to be a little twisted.
The dragon and phoenix candles have burned almost the same. The two have just lie down for a long time, the candlelight is gradually weakening, the room seems to be shaded, and the atmosphere is quiet and there is no surprise.
Once calm down, An Ziran found that the body was a little hot. In mid-April, it was not early spring. The weather gradually warmed up. He still wore a lot of clothes on his body and simply opened his quilt halfway, but he thought it was because he had just drank a few glasses of wine. So I didn't care too much until the body got hotter and hotter, and there seemed to be a sinister fire coming up under the abdomen. It burned him hot and hot, and finally found that something was wrong.
This feeling is clearly the kind of medicine.
There must be a problem with the wine!
An Ziran turned his head and looked at Fu Wutian. However, when he saw Fu Wutian’s face as if he was sleeping, he stunned. The latter drank a few glasses of wine like him. If there is a problem with the wine, he can’t be okay. .
It seems that he is aware of his sight. Fu Wutian opened his eyes and just saw his wrong expression. "What?"
An Ziran turned his head, "Nothing!"
He can be sure that the problem is on the wine, but it doesn't matter what it is. If it is a medicine in the wine glass beforehand, Fu Tiantian will find out that the evil fire in his body is also following his thoughts. Rolling, spreading between the legs, the heat almost affected him to think, and had to clamp his legs.
An Ziran's endurance is very good, but no matter how good the endurance, the body is different, the heat in the body is not as fierce as the aphrodisiac.
If it was the previous body, he could still endure the past with willpower, but now the body is too young and too sedated. After three or four months of exercise, he still can't change, the skin is slightly rubbed, and the tremor is better than It has been expanded two or three times before.
An Ziran endured a red cheek, but had to maintain normal breathing to prevent Fu Wutian from discovering.
After a while, the two legs couldn't help but clamp and rub, but this self-consolation not only didn't work, but made the feeling more obvious. He could feel the following is getting harder.
In the end, he couldn't help but sneak a sneak peek at him, seeing that he was breathing smoothly, hesitated and put his hand into his clothes...
When he took the stick that had been hard to start drowning underneath, a touch of sensation rushed through the whole body, and the limbs were so comfortable that he almost picked him up.
An Ziran couldn’t care too much, his fingers twitched, and a big hand suddenly came in to hold his hand. A strange and familiar shadow shrouded him above him, and the candle reflected the mistakes on his face. There was a low voice in the darkness:
"Wang Hao, it is wrong to steal a person."