Transmigrated Princess

Su Xiangwan wanted to get up. His hand was pressed down before he raised it.

The temperature on his body was amazing. Ironing her bare arm was like a thin flame, and there were bursts of red marks on the burned place.

She gasped and tried to make Zhao Rongxian stop. After earning for a long time, she not only had no use at all, but also broke free from her clothes, leaving only the red pocket clothes hanging crisply on her body by two shallow red belts.

The air was cold. The cold was meant to sweep over her, which made her subconsciously tremble.

A little pimple sprang up on his skin unconsciously. However, in less than half a second, he was smoothed by his warm palm. Su Xiangwan was imprisoned by Zhao Rongxian. He couldn't feel anything except his breath.

"Zhao Rongxian, stop --" Su Xiangwan finally found a gap and spit out a sentence. Before he finished, his voice suddenly increased a bit, and even the ending was broken in two.

His kiss went all the way down from the clavicle, and his other hand swept up from his back. His fingertips only moved a little twice. His action was so fast that Su Xiangwan didn't even have time to stop. He just watched the last piece of clothing on his body fall into his hand.

She pressed down the almost unbearable groan at her throat and just bit her teeth and said, "your hand is hurt. Stop first..."

Su Xiangwan can't go on.

She was afraid that when the light was on for a while, at first glance, the bed was full of blood.

Moreover

If this kind of thing can't be done once, it will be done next time.

His injuries are common. He used to be able to bear them. He didn't know the importance of an emotion. Later, he really lost too much blood. He had to find a doctor for him in a hurry.

And the more Zhao Rongxian refuses to let her know, it proves that the injury is not an ordinary small injury, but a degree that has a great chance to make her unhappy.

He kissed, his voice was so dumb that he couldn't spit out words: "can't stop..."

She was too confused to say anything serious. She had to coax him in a soft voice: "I'll take a look and see if the injury is serious..."

Zhao Rongxian didn't stop and used a little force. Su Xiangwan couldn't help humming, and he put it into his mouth with his lips.

She was pulled away from her spirit in a trance. She wanted to speak several times, made a sound, and soon forgot what she was going to say. Finally, it all turned into a fine groan.

Zhao Rongxian kissed her earlobe and breathed heavily. "Do you just want to see the injury on the king's hand?"

Su Xiangwan found a rare voice. She held her hands slightly and tried her best to push him away, so that God's intelligence could be clearer: "do you have any other injuries besides your hands?"

Her face was red and white. She thought she was too impulsive to do it tonight.

If he knew that Zhao Rongxian was injured, Su Xiangwan would not recruit him at this time anyway.

She thought about it and got worried again. She carefully touched his naked upper body, eager to confirm other wounds on his body.

Zhao Rongxian closed his lips and looked at her without stopping. His eyes deepened a little in the gap between the meetings.

Su Xiangwan touched his waist and found Zhao Rongxian staring at her motionless, which would react later, and the heat on his face burned up.

There were other injuries on him, so it was obviously intentional.

The bedding was thick and soft. They overlapped and stuck in it. Their lower bodies stuck together in an intimate and almost dangerous posture. His eyes were warm and deep. He just continued to ask her, "why don't you go down?"

Su Xiangwan thought he was too bad. His face flushed with anger. He just stared at him and said, "you just want to talk."

He licked Su Xiangwan's lip flap with his head down like a pet. "My hand doesn't hurt. It hurts in other places."

She had never heard Zhao Rongxian cry for pain. She subconsciously thought in a serious direction in her mind and asked blankly, "where does it hurt?"

Zhao Rongxian pressed forward a little deeper. Su Xiangwan suddenly noticed something and suddenly took a breath of cold air. He didn't even dare to move.

Blasphemy pants are too light and thin. The last layer of grid has no effect. Su Xiangwan can feel that there is a clear desire to move.

And he didn't seem to hide it at all.

If Su Xiangwan thought about his words again, he couldn't look at him directly.

"One hand is OK," he whispered.

She couldn't think at all. She just asked softly, "what?"

Su Xiangwan felt that his hand was grabbed by him again, and then fell on the position where he was injured with a bandage.

The bandage was completely wet with blood, and the dripping feeling made her heart jump.

"The king can do without this hand."

In fact, his words are not very explicit or erotic, but Su Xiangwan still heard the subtext in it - he can do it with one hand.

It's... it's terrible.

He clearly knew that she was worried about the injury on his hand, but he didn't muddle through when she was confused, but had to grind her and wait for her to nod.

Su Xiangwan didn't know what he was thinking. He moved faster than his brain, and stretched out his hand.

After realizing what she had done, her mind suddenly buzzed.

She obviously felt Zhao Rongxian suddenly stiff and gave a dull hum similar to pain.

This is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

Su Xiangwan breathed steadily and thought it was all like this. It was too much and inhumane to let him stop halfway

The only way to ensure that he doesn't move, pull the wound, and solve the problem is——

It's probably the most difficult thing to go. Fortunately, he should have no experience in such things before, so... A little stimulation is not the difficulty in imagination.

The bed was a mess.

Su Xiangwan took his clothes and put them on carelessly, his hands still shaking.

Not only her hands, she was trembling all over.

I didn't think it would be a hindsight.

The clothes were just on his upper body. Su Xiangwan was suddenly pulled forward, and the whole man threw himself on Zhao Rongxian.

Large pieces of skin are pasted together, and the temperature is intertwined, with charming intimacy.

The air was still filled with a blushing smell.

Su Xiangwan's heart beat suddenly, especially in the strange silence.

She gasped a little and felt a little strange at the root of her thigh. She was stunned for a moment. Soon she reflected what it was and stared at it incredulously.

No, just

Zhao Rongxian's eyes were still red. When Su Xiangwan was still confused, he bowed his head and kissed her forehead solemnly and seriously.

A dragonfly kiss.

A tender, non erotic, but affectionate kiss.

Su Xiangwan's head was squeezed into something, and then kept expanding and filling up.

She returned with a tight hug and held him firmly and hard.

"I love you." Su Xiangwan said.

She said this in a very low voice, but it must be the volume that Zhao Rongxian could hear.

After that, she thought it was not enough. She looked up and kissed him heavily. Then she repeated, "I love you more than I think."

She should have been planted in Zhao Rongxian's hands all her life.

In the night, her voice line was strange and unique. She bumped word by word from her ear, then eroded into the flowing bone and blood, and slowly wrapped him up.

He tightened his arms and breathed hard.

"Think about it. I won't give you a chance to regret."

She pulled him out of the abyss of death. If Zhao Rongxian came out, he would never go again.

She is the only reason why he still wants to go on alive.

Even if he died, he couldn't let go.

Su Xiangwan just smiled: "if I said I didn't think about it now and regretted it, would you give me a chance to forget it?"

He pestered her ten fingers and said faintly, "try it?"

“……”

Just two words, Su Xiangwan's hair stood up inexplicably.

Of course

After a death, she ate bitter fruit. Now it is impossible to

Well... Try that once.

She felt that she could not go on, so she quickly cut off the topic and returned to business.

"Well... By the way, i... I'll see your injury first."

Su Xiangwan said this and quickly broke away from his arms.

Wear clothes, find shoes and light the lights at one go.

It was not until she got out of bed that she felt the temperature on her face drop a little.

The author said: if a small broken car can't drive, make do with it first.