Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

The women's ketone bodies in those albums, and the beautiful words describing women's bodies in those books are not enough to describe the beautiful scenery in front of them now.

Yun Sheng's upper body was left open, and being stared at by Wuyou in a daze, Dang even flinched a little shyly and turned slightly sideways.

But Wuyou hugged Yun Sheng's half of his body horizontally, and got up without saying a word.

Yun Sheng was suddenly picked up from the soft bed by him, his body was suddenly empty and naked, and his petite body couldn't help sleeping in his arms: "What are you doing?" Yun Sheng wrapped his arms around his neck and curled up in his arms Worry-free and broad chest asked softly.

Wuyou strode towards the bed, carefully placed Yun Sheng on the bed, unfastened the hook and loop of the bed curtain with one hand, just now smiled and kissed Yun Sheng's lips, and said in a low voice: "It's cold outside. "

Those three simple words warmed Yun Sheng's heart.

Yunsheng has always been afraid of the cold, but Wuyou can clearly remember that Yunsheng is afraid of the cold in such a situation where love is hard to stop...

Yun Sheng smiled lightly, he did move forward slowly, his hands were like dexterous little snakes, wrapping around his neck, his thin crimson lips curved into a beautiful arc, and fell on Wuyou's warm lips superior.

Yun Sheng's kiss was gentle but with a touch of coolness on the thin lips, and the dexterous little tongue slid gently on Wuyou's lips.

Wuyou, who was already cautious about love and lust, how could he resist the tenderness of his lovely wife in his arms.

After a moment of daze, there was a fiery response.

A pair of arms wrapped around Yun Sheng's waist and neck, and with a sudden pull with one hand, Yun Sheng's body was brought closer to him.

"Hmm..." Yun Shengsheng groaned softly, but he backed away a little, looking at the vermilion prince's court clothes on Wuyou: "Your clothes are so tight."

The ceremonial patterns on the prince's court clothes are all made of gold and silver threads. Even if the palace made them more refined, the gold and silver threads are still a bit rough when they fall on Yun Sheng's pampered and delicate skin.

Seeing Yun Sheng complaining with a pout, Wuyou chuckled, "Then Yun'er just got rid of her husband."

Hearing Meng Lang's words, Yun Sheng glanced at him: "I can't do it myself."

Wuyou smiled again, wrapping one arm around Yun Sheng's waist, while the other covered the soft spot he coveted for a long time.

At the age of teens, it is only a little bit of a grasp, the softness of the hands is like a precious treasure, and the gentle kneading that Wuyou cherishes very much.

Yun Sheng was attacked by a sudden tremor, and he moaned "Mmm".

With a soft moan, Wuyou listened to it very well. While changing the shape and kneading, he whispered in her ear: "Yun'er's voice is so beautiful."

The warm breath that spewed out, and the lips and teeth brushed against Yunsheng's ears, made her body itch even more.

Wuyou chuckled in Yun Sheng's ear, and said very ambiguously: "I still want to hear Yun'er's voice."

Yun Sheng was not provoked by him, but pursed his lips tightly.

Seeing Yun Sheng like this, Wuyou chuckled again, pulled off the tie around his waist with one hand, and took off the long gown that tied Yun Sheng uncomfortable, and only wore a moon-white Huarun brocade jacket, and perched on it forward.

Her lips were still moving around Yun Sheng's ears, and her chest was gently kneaded with one hand.

But with the other hand, he untied the tie of the obscene trousers on Yun Sheng's waist at once.

Yun Sheng tossed and turned in instinctive embarrassment, his legs clamped tightly together.

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