Nagato has such a slim waist

Feng Yun felt very uncomfortable. He waited quietly alone, with no one talking and nothing to distract him, trying desperately to suppress the thirst caused by toxins.

The process is painful and long.

The strands of itching almost drove her crazy.

She regrets it.

If she had known that the medicine would be so toxic and leave so many hidden dangers, she would definitely not take it or reduce the dose...

She was afraid of this feeling of losing control...

I am afraid that this poison has taken root and cannot be eradicated, and I will become such a dissolute person from now on...

"Why don't you leave with Xiao Cheng?"

Pei Madang's voice came from behind. Feng Yun's ears itched and his body tensed uncontrollably.

Just hearing his voice and catching his breath made the body soaked in hot water overflow with emotions.

She turned back.

Her eyes suddenly hit those deep black eyes, and she was stunned.

The lights were dim and the conservatory was fragrant. His jawline was extremely sharp, and the strong air pressure was like a horse riding a whip into battle. It was cold and terrifying.

"Because I don't want to be a husband with another woman."

Feng Yun at this moment is not his normal self.

But knew exactly what he was talking about.

He was talking about Xiao Cheng, but he was referring to the unclear relationship between Pei Madang and Li Sangruo.

"General, I'm going to Pingyang. Have you met the Queen Mother?"

In fact, I should have asked him earlier, before calling him into the house.

But she subconsciously avoided it. She didn't know what to do tonight after getting a positive answer...

"No." Pei Ran looked at her coldly, looking at the fair and beautiful color in the water. He slowly leaned over and hugged her from behind. He put his arms into the water to wrap his arms around her. He gently held the soft ball and pulled her Emotions aroused, and then it turned on her face.

"The Queen Mother and I are not content with each other."

Pei Ran's strong arms wrapped around her.

Feng Yun was unable to move and was forced to look him in the eyes.

"Is it not happening this time or not before?"

"This time, before, and after."

Feng Yun thought of Li Sangruo and sneered, "I don't believe it."

Pei Man held her waist and forced her to straighten her chest. The trembling snow hills were dotted with red and pink, and her muscles and bones were plump, but her appearance was full of innocence.

His Adam's apple rolled, he lowered his head and kissed her hard, "No."

"You have."

"No." He changed the kiss to a mouth and swallowed hard.

"Yes..." Feng Yun made him unbearable. He raised his neck and said in a soft and hoarse voice, "Well you must have it, otherwise you, how did you learn these methods..."

Pei Man's eyes darkened, and he clasped her slender snowy neck with his big palms soothingly, lifted her up and put her into his mouth, as if he wanted to put the delicious food into his stomach, and he opened and closed his palms hard, making a sound of water.

Feng Yun frowned and scratched him with her claws like a cat. Her consciousness was so weak that her waist almost broke in his palm.

"Yunniang, can you try to trust me?" His breathing was heavy and turbid, and he bit her like grinding his teeth.

Feng Yun took a deep breath and shook his head slightly.

The warm water rippled gently, and the big calloused hands brought pressure that could not be ignored. Time and time again, they produced endless itching on her body. Her weak mind was almost lost to her as he devoured it. Completely peeled off, the temperature keeps rising, as if it will explode when it reaches an extreme.

She trembled slightly and clung to his arm eager to release herself.

"I can not do it."

She whimpered in pain and pleasure.

"She really can't do it..."

She has no reason at all, but the suffering she suffered in her previous life will dominate her emotions.

She couldn't convince herself to trust others without reservation anymore...

Xiao Cheng, Pei Mang, Chun Yuyan, or any other man can't do it.

The only person she trusts and only trusts is Wen Xingsu.

"You don't believe me, but you can believe Xiao Cheng?"

Her shoulders suddenly relaxed, Pei Madang retracted her arm, and the hand that could relieve her thirst also left.

Feng Yun looked up in despair, looked at his cold face, and shook his head.

"I never believed him..."

"is it?"

A soft touch fell from the auricle, passed by, and then went down from the collarbone...

Feng Yun was tremblingly surprised.

In Pei Manang's hand, he held the goat hair presented by Xiao Cheng...

Feng Yun stared blankly at the cloud on his face, took a breath and finally found his voice.

"This pen is made by Le Zhengzi, a master pen maker in Huzhou. It has a white goat hair and a jade tube. It is soft, strong and durable. It is suitable for both writing and painting..."

Wouldn't it be a pity to lose such a good pen?

She kept it just because it was Le Zhengzi's pen, that's all.

"I don't understand Le Zhengzi. I don't know how to calm down."

From music, chess, calligraphy and painting to poetry, wine and tea, these are not things that a general on the battlefield understands at all.

Pei Ran has never been proud of being arty, and he has never found it difficult to understand these things.

But at this moment...

That pen is extremely dazzling.

"Let me try to see if it's a good pen." He said slowly, and the tip of the pen swiped lightly. Under Feng Yun's slight trembling, it slowly submerged into the water, as if absorbing ink, and slid over her skin bit by bit. , the soft pen tip went lower and lower, Feng Yun suddenly closed his legs, and his body shook slightly.

"What does the general do?"

Pei Mang moved slowly, rubbing and sweeping slowly.

"Didn't you say that it's better to write than to draw?"

Feng Yun raised his head slightly, his black hair falling on the wall of the barrel, his cheeks flushed.

She shook her head. She kept shaking her head, making her whole body weak. "Itchy."

She looked at the stern face with annoyance and waved her waist slightly in dissatisfaction, trying to avoid it. Pei Madang held her down again.

"It's my fault that I don't know how to write well and write poorly. Try writing in another place!"

There was no warmth on Pei Man's face. As he spoke, he lifted Feng Yun out of the water, wrapped him in a towel and carried him back to the room. As soon as he put him on the couch, there was a sound from outside.

"General Wen." Ji You's voice was very soft and faint, as if it was going to be drowned out by the sound of rain.

"Are you here?" Wen Xingsu's voice was anxious.

Ji You said: "Yes. The general is here too."

Wen Xingsu asked: "Can it be passed on?"

Ji You hesitated and said: "The general ordered not to disturb."

Wen Xingsu fell silent.

The footsteps were mixed with the rain, getting further and further away.

After a moment of silence, Feng Yun suddenly twisted his body and straightened his waist to get up.

"Brother...brother..."

"I'm looking for my brother..."

"Brother...help!"

The sound was intermittent, mixed with charming low hums and came through the wind and rain.

Wen Xingsu vaguely heard a familiar voice and stopped.

He couldn't capture it clearly anymore, so he strode back.

Ji You led someone to stop him, "General Wen, please wait a moment for Xiaoxie."

Wen Xingsu didn't move, staring into Ji You's eyes.

"Step aside!"

"General Wen." Ji You held his hand, his eyes bright astonishingly, and he smiled, "It's better for outsiders to listen less to the love affairs between husband and wife?"

If it were Zuo Zhong who was here tonight, Ji You would be bold if he couldn't say such words, and his words would cut into Wen Xingsu's heart like a knife.

couple.

They are husband and wife.

Looking at Ji You's smile, the painful feeling slowly expanded in my heart. After just a few steps, I couldn't move forward anymore...

In the room, Feng Yun's hands grabbed the quilt, and the poison penetrated his head, and he had no idea what he was talking about.

"Brother...brother, don't leave..."

Pei Man's eyes were red and he stared at her without saying a word. His tall body was neat and energetic, his legs were long and straight, and he stood by the couch looking at her with a strong look...

The room was dead silent.

There is no sound, just wind and rain.

Feng Yun was suddenly afraid.

Some people have said that Pei Madang is unsympathetic and unstable. But he was actually kind to her these days, and she had forgotten that this was King Pei Yan, who ate people without spitting out their bones...

"Yao Yao, you should learn a lesson."

There was a dark look on Pei Man's face. He separated her crookedly and put it around his waist to control it, preventing her from kicking around. Then he leaned forward slightly and used her porcelain white skin as a good thing. On the silvery paper, I can write with a pen.

A hair brush moves like a dragon and a snake, meticulous and thoughtful, and becomes soft wherever it goes. Feng Yun's sensitive body cannot withstand such playing. His whole body is limp and his shoulders are shaking slightly. He is almost forcing him to burst into tears. His arms cannot stand at all. It couldn't be held up, and it would become completely soft within a short time.

"Stop it..." She was low and delicate.

He was born with a good voice, and he screamed until his bones were numb without doing anything.

The two of them were very close, but Pei Man seemed not to notice that the body was trembling slightly. His face was cold, and he moved his pen slowly, as if he was copying a picture of a charming beauty, tapping, pressing, and twisting. Grind, slowly.

Feng Yun's heart was beating crazily and his consciousness was blurred.

The warm water seemed to soak her from the outside to the inside, and the stirring waves occupied all her thoughts. The shaking, jumping, and rolling pleasure spread at the tip of the pen.

She is very uncomfortable.

Feng Yun subconsciously leaned back and called softly.

"General..."

There was not a word in Pei Ran's mouth.

It seems that he is born with amazing endurance, restrained and calm.

Feng Yun felt empty and unbearable, twisting his waist and hips and rubbing against him, "Master, general, general, Mr. Pei... stop making trouble..."

She's going crazy.

She called out several names in a row, but the man didn't respond. He mercilessly ran the tip of the pen across her smooth body, pressed his thumb up, rubbed for a moment, and massaged hard.

"Pei Gou!" she scolded, with a strange cry, "The dog man... is here."

Pei Madang's dark eyes were fixed on her, his breathing was slightly heavy, but restraint and patience had become a habit for him. No matter how difficult it was, his emotions did not fluctuate, and his handsome face was like a thousand years of ice.

"Damn...Damn dog man..." Feng Yun's body was surging wildly and he was shaking violently. His voice was charming and timid, and he murmured in a low voice, "Why do you bully others? Why do you bully me?"

"It's for your own good." He suddenly said: "Knead it open a little and you will suffer less later."

Feng Yun's eyes turned red, and he grabbed his neck and pulled him down.

Then he grabbed the mischievous hair, regardless of the fact that it was made by a famous master and was worth a lot of money. He threw it away, then pulled him close to him in confusion, hugged him tightly, and tremblingly sent him up. .

"I don't want a pen, I want you..."