Detecting fragrance and ugly concubine

251: Miss you to death (8)

It's so cold and heartbreaking.

I have to admit that she was jealous, deeply jealous, jealous of a woman who didn't really exist, and that was the future wife of the third party.

First, there was the constant effect of the magic potion, and then jealousy added fuel to the flames. Regardless of the reasons he had already recognized in his heart, Zhenliang deliberately questioned, "Oh, she cares about you when you come in. If you don't come in, wouldn't she Don't care? I'm a woman, and I know women better than you. If the man I love has had other women, I'll care about their intimacy, very much!"

Ansan said disapprovingly, "It's not the last step, I believe she can forgive me."

Indeed, Masuzu also has to admit that his future wife will definitely understand, because before they met, he was protecting her the last bottom line of innocence as a man, and the other intimate details, after being touched by a woman, Yu, who would have the heart to care about it?

It seems that the wife in his eyes is clean, innocent, and understanding. She is not at the same level as a woman who is dirty, willful, and self-loving.

Feeling broken, Zhenliang continued to let herself be self-willed, and said, "She won't know, as long as you don't tell me, how can she know?"

When she said this, even she herself could not believe it and despise it, but she wanted to say it, it seemed that she wanted the man to change his mind, and it seemed that she was looking for a kind of final despair.

At this moment, jealousy surged in her heart, how could she care about the feelings of other women?She only knew that her body and mind were yearning for this man, a man who would not belong to her in the future.

She has a kind side, but when she likes this man and needs this man, she also has a selfish side, and she will never worry about an unknown woman in the future.

Staring at Zhenliang for a moment, Ansan's stretched guy suddenly withdrew from her moist and wet secret mouth, Zhenliang felt a sense of emptiness, and at the same time heard the man say in a deep voice, "I know, that's enough gone."

he knows?

Zhenliang cried, "What do you mean?"

"Even if I don't confess to her, I will feel sorry for her. This cannot be changed."

I'm so sorry for her.

Zhenliang's lips trembled slightly with anger, and asked recklessly, "How do you know that your future wife will be cleaner than you? Maybe..."

maybe... maybe...

Zhenliang really wanted to say, maybe she was born in Qinglou, maybe her cleanliness is not as good as her Yuchi Zhenliang.

However, she couldn't say such vicious words after all. Besides, she felt that she had asked the wrong question. Didn't she imply that she was not clean by asking him this way?

Ansan looked deeply into the bottom of Zhenliang's eyes, and said confidently, "Of course she is clean, from the beginning to the end, she only belongs to me."

What a domineering rhetoric, but unfortunately, the target of his domineering is not her.

Zhenliang is deeply jealous, but also deeply ashamed and sober, she has been touched by other men long ago, and it is no longer possible for her to belong to him alone.

Is he reminding her time and time again that she has self-knowledge?

Raising her arms to cover her tearful eyes, Zhenliang cried and said in her heart, "I'm so jealous, I'm so envious of your future wife."

The more these words can only be said in her heart, the more sourness in her heart has accumulated, and it is difficult to dispel it at all.

The charm medicine was still wreaking havoc, and when it was unbearable, Zhenliang yelled, "It's so uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable...it's so painful..."

It was not only the charm medicine that made her physically uncomfortable, but also her heart was extremely uncomfortable. When the two were combined, it was bound to be a torment.

No longer counting on the man in front of her who only has his future wife in her eyes, Zhenliang ignores him and still presses on her body, moaning, writhing, crying and making noises, and starts her own lonely fight, she is thinking, Do you want to drive this man away first, and then go find cold water to reduce the fire?

Ansan changed to a position of covering her sideways, although it was impossible for his arrogant guy to desecrate her secret place, but he stretched out his right hand to her lubricated place to cover it.

"I'll help you."

There was a violent convulsion all over his body, but he cast a very disdainful look at him, and said with a sneer, "Help me? Don't be hypocritical, aren't you afraid that your future wife will ask you to blame?"

An San's hand began to press harder, "Men, there are things that should be done, and things that should not be done."

Zhenliang was about to retort, but the man's palm twirled in a big way, and the stimulation brought by it instantly annihilated what Zhenliang wanted to say.

"Um...huh...uh..." I don't know if it's more convulsions, or more tingling and numbness, let alone more convulsions and trembling. Zhenliang's legs are tense and straight, as if his whole heart is shaking. I was being driven to tremble.

Although she didn't go deep into it, what the big hand brought her was the feeling of being next to her soul.

The man didn't know how long the man covered it quickly and forcefully, and then quietly put a finger in, because Zhenliang's secret place was already moist and smooth, so even though half of her finger had been inserted, she only felt a little pain .

In the blink of an eye, what annihilates the pain is the ultimate pleasure.

The movement of the man's fingers ranged from light to heavy, from small to large, imagining that it was not his own fingers, but his avatar shaking the river inside.

His pain is worse than before, but Masuzu enjoys more and more extreme ecstasy in the pain.

Her charm medicine is sublimating, and her desire is slowly descending from the high tide at the top, and the process is beautiful.

And the man's charm medicine is still lurking, raging in his body, unable to get rid of it.

Once, twice, three times...

In the extreme joy, Zhenliang cried, scolded, smirked, or shouted, the magic medicine in his body faded to the lowest level, and his sobriety became more and more.

The last time, which is the fifth time, Zhenliang cursed with tears, "Why is it so difficult to ask you to break me up? Third Master, I hate you, I hate you to death..."

Panting heavily, Ansan laughed at himself, "It turns out that in your eyes, I am actually just a tool to break your body."

Zhenliang stared softly, "That's your honor! It's because I think highly of you that I chose you. Otherwise, how could I fail like this tonight? Any other man will be better than you."

Hearing this, Ansan's face suddenly darkened, he stared at Zhenliang and said, "You mean, if you don't break your innocence, you won't let it go?"

"Of course, I will never give up on what I want to do." Zhenliang said deliberately, "Tonight seems to be impossible, isn't there still tomorrow? It seems that I have to go to the palace tomorrow before entering the palace." Find a man who is thousands of times more reliable than you, and if you don't succeed, you will never give up."

"Look at you, you look like a man, don't you think it's embarrassing?" The mistress looked contemptuous, "Could it be that even beggars can be considered?"

"That is, in order to achieve the goal, no compromise is required. Let alone a beggar, even the blind, the deaf and the lame, as long as he is a capable man, I can do it."