Rong Qing was a little angry that her overly sensitive body had everything described in a certain novel!

If I were a man, I would be crazy too, but unfortunately I am not, and instead I am the one being taken advantage of, which is a bit unfair.

Jiang Zimo also knew that he had been asking for more these days. He was very clear about his own constitution. He always wanted to be gentle, but once he tasted her, he would go crazy and uncontrollably violent...

He will be returning to the army tomorrow, and he himself is not sure when he will come back.

He was not some Liu Xiahui, a man who had eaten meat, so how could he leave it alone? He was no different from a fool. Rong Qing was so aroused by him that she softened into a puddle of mud. Before she completely lost consciousness, she did not forget to bite him:

"Are you taking advantage of the fact that you're leaving tomorrow and trying to make me suffer tonight? Are you planning on eating so much that I won't be hungry for a long time?"

"Well, you're really smart. I'll definitely reward you later. I'll save enough for you to pay your taxes when you come back next time."

"What's the point of paying public taxes? You're just a big gangster. Um~ No, you, you, uh..."

That night, Rong Qing once again refreshed her understanding of how terrifying a ruthless man was. If she hadn't used the excuse of thirst to secretly drink the spiritual spring water and recovery pills, she would have been unable to get out of bed for three days.

He also felt a little regretful about drinking the spiritual spring water and taking the recovery pills, because this prolonged the time he had to torture himself.

When it was bright outside, he reluctantly ended the conversation.

The two of them formed a sharp contrast. She was as soft as a puddle of mud, and was so exhausted that she had no energy to lift a finger. On the other hand, he had a satisfied look on his face, full of energy, and even a fool could see the joy between his brows.

She glared at him, she was really angry. It was really a case of taking yin to replenish yang. She was really the one being taken advantage of by this male demon.

Jiang Zimo felt uneasy. He knew that he had tortured his wife too much. It was really because his little wife had a very special body structure that made it impossible for him, who thought he had a will of steel, to control himself. He sank into indulgence again and again and couldn't stop. If he didn't have to leave today, he would have ensured that she couldn't get out of bed during the day.

Seeing that he had been tortured by himself, what could he do? He could only coax him with a soft temper, otherwise he would be really angry and there would be no meat to eat next time he came back. He held the man in his arms with the quilt and said softly:

"My dear Qing'er, I was too unrestrained. It's not because I didn't know how long we would be apart that I accidentally ate too much. Now that we're about to separate, don't be angry, okay?"

Rong Qing snorted coldly, "You think I still have the energy to be angry after being drained of my vitality by a male demon? Anyway, I can't move, and I can't pack the things I need to bring to someone, so you can ask grandma and mom to prepare them."

Jiang Zimo was amused by her temper. He kissed her lips closely and gently, coaxing her:

"Good Qing'er, my dear wife, thank you for your hard work. Otherwise, I would have been hungry and thin. Don't you feel bad? Get up and help me clean up, okay? What grandma and mom prepared is not as good as what you prepared."

Rong Qing was actually just struggling with the things that her mother had given her. She said she could give one to Jiang Zimo. Is their current relationship really okay?

I simply stopped worrying and asked directly:

"If I gave you something beyond your comprehension, would you hand it over to the country? Would you tell anyone about me? The premise is that the thing is beyond our time and might not be developed even a hundred years from now?"

Jiang Zimo's belief in the country has never changed. Ever since the two of them developed a close relationship, she has been kept in his heart. He has secretly made up his mind to protect her, which is also his lifelong belief.

His young wife's words made it very clear. He was very happy that he was recognized by her. Although the two of them had been intimate more than once, she was actually still aloof.

After only a moment's thought, he said:

"I won't give what you gave me to anyone else. Since it's beyond this era, there's no point in giving it to the country. Instead, it would waste unnecessary resources just researching it.

Qing'er, you have to believe me, you are my wife, my closest person, no matter what happens, I would rather bear it myself than send you away."

For the first time, Rong Qing stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his waist, resting her head on his chest: "When are we leaving?"

"After lunch."

Rong Qing didn't know why, but at this moment she longed for close contact with him. Perhaps, she was actually a soft and sensitive person. She tilted her head and kissed him on his thin lips, her eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes watery and lustful, indescribably charming and enchanting. Something in him instantly became sharp and firm.

She extended her slender index finger and gently lifted his chin, the ending of her voice like a hook:

"Are you sure you're full? Don't you need a snack?"

After living for 26 years, Jiang Zimo cursed for the first time: "Fuck!" His eyes were red with anger and he cursed: "Fairy!" He turned over and covered her.

This time, because the two of them were in different moods, and Rong Qing actively cooperated, the lovemaking lasted for three hours, and the two of them experienced unprecedented bliss and satisfaction.

After it was over, Jiang Zimo finally understood the phrase "Why does the king no longer hold court early in the morning?"

There is such a lively and charming fairy. If he were a man, he would want to be a tyrant. In the end, he is just a normal man who eats grains and has seven emotions and six desires.

The words of the men in the army popped up in his mind one after another. He didn't take them seriously before, but now he felt that they made so much sense. He didn't want to leave at all. He stretched out his big hand and lingered on her flattering place, "I really want to wear you all the time."

Rong Qing snorted at him:

"I don't want to be your pendant. I want to be myself. Don't try to be a tyrant. My body can't stand it. Please spare me."

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