【Emperor Chapter 30】Possess me, own me

As soon as Chu Jiao turned around, she saw the ghost-faced man. The kitchen knife in her hand loosened and fell to the ground with a clang.

The thug she stepped on really cried this time. If the knife was two inches off, he would not see the sun tomorrow.

Chu Jiao came to her senses and kicked the thug under her feet: "Go away!"

Really, why didn't we meet earlier or later, but now? Don't be scared by her fierce side.

No, he is no longer a boy, but a young man.

After those people ran away, Chu Jiao turned around and looked at the ghost-faced young man carefully. After

more than two years, he has grown taller, so she can only look up at him. The young man stood upright like a pine, and his momentum was even stronger than before. Maybe it was because he had been through war, but he exuded a cold aura, and combined with that ghost mask, it was chilling.

But Chu Jiao was not afraid.

The two looked at each other.

His dark eyes were dim, and seemed to have a dark red glow.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Jiao gave up the battle with a guilty conscience.

She tilted her head and deliberately said to a few people, "We're closed today, my brave men, come back tomorrow."

Then she began to move the wooden board next to the storefront and began to close the door.

"Oh, what a coincidence!"

"Forget it, let's come early tomorrow. Anyway, we still have to stay for a few more days, and we're sure we'll be able to eat!"

"That's right, let's go, Captain?"

Jing Chen finally responded.

He turned his head and said to a few of his men.

"You go to the joint defense camp to change guard first, I'll go over later."

After saying that, he took the initiative to step forward and help the woman move the wooden board.

Didn't they say "We are here to take turns on duty, not to eat, drink and have fun"? The captain chased them away and secretly hooked up with the young lady, okay?

Although several people were jealous, they still left obediently.

If they still stay here, the captain might let them practice more when he returns!

The door panels on both sides have been embedded, leaving only a gap in the middle for one more person to pass

through. Chu Jiao stepped over the threshold and went in. Before she moved the last wooden board, the warmth of a human body covered her from behind.

Jing Chen quickly embedded the last door panel into the door pin.

With a "clang", the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness and silence. Only a few rays of light came through the cracks in the door. In the dim space, the breathing of two people could be heard.

"You..." Have you been okay in the past two years?

Before she could even ask a word, Chu Jiao was pressed against the table used to roll noodles.

The man's kisses full of plunder and violence came all over her. Before she could explain anything, her lips were fiercely blocked by the young man, and her lips were pushed open by his big tongue, which drove straight in.

"Well..."

Chu Jiao was forced to open her mouth, but she did not dodge. Her tongue rested on her lower jaw, allowing the man to vent his emotions.

She knew that her leaving without saying goodbye must have hurt the young man deeply, and she could understand how he wanted to vent his anger now.

However, she underestimated her influence on the young man.

In the past few years, Jing Chen has always told himself that his little dumpling is still alive and in some corner of the world. But everyone told him that little dumpling must be dead and disappeared in some dry well in the deep palace.

He once wanted to search all the dry wells in the palace, but gave up timidly. He was afraid that if he really found little dumpling's body, he would lose even the last bit of hope.

And now, seeing the person he has been thinking about appear in front of him intact, Jing Chen has only one thought in his mind.

No one knows how tormented he has been in these two years. He woke up countless times at night, calling Chu Jiao's name, but there was no one by the bed. He had returned to the banyan tree of his childhood countless times, expecting his little dumpling to fall from the sky, hold his hand and feed him strawberries.

However, she was gone.

Why?

Why did she pull him out of the abyss and then let him go?

Why did she give him hope and then let him despair?

Why did she let him experience warmth and then leave him alone?

Jing Chen swore in his heart the moment he knelt down to beg Master Jiang.

He would ascend to the highest position in the world.

He would search the whole world to find her.

After finding her...

Jing Chen looked at the woman under him. Although she had changed her clothes, she looked the same as she did two years ago.

No, she was more feminine than then.

Jing Chen reached out and stroked her cheek. If the little dumpling back then was a bud in early spring, then Ah Jiao now is a ripe peach.

He didn't expect to find her here so accidentally.

But it made no difference. Now

that he had found her, he would never let her go.

He would keep her firmly by his side and not allow her to go anywhere.

In countless late nights, Jing Chen constructed the scene of finding Chu Jiao over and over again in his mind. He would treat her coldly, torture her, and return all the pain she had brought him to her, so that she would also feel the pain of a thorn in her side.

However, when the time really came, Jing Chen discovered.

He could not remember anything except wanting to fuck her hard from beginning to end and take possession of her again.

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The flour on the table was lifted up with the actions of the two people, and scattered in the air. The white powder floated around, making people's vision blurry.

Jing Chen tightly grasped the wrists of the person under him, pinning them to both sides of the woman's body.

He leaned forward, biting Chu Jiao's lips roughly, and rolled her small tongue into his mouth with his big tongue, sucking hard, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Chu Jiao twisted her wrist slightly, trying to change to a comfortable position, and felt the man's more fierce restraint.

She didn't move.

Chu Jiao raised her head obediently, opened her lips along the man's strength, licked the root of his tongue with her tongue, and gently soothed him in her own way.

She regretted her cruelty.

In the past two years, he didn't live as well as he imagined.

Otherwise, why would he ask for permission to come to such a place where swords and knives are blind?

You must know that in the plot, the young man didn't have this scene at all. Relying on his own abilities, he was able to stir up trouble in the capital and finally succeeded in ascending the throne.

Chu Jiao didn't know that it was because of her that Jing Chen would consider Master Jiang's suggestion.

Because he couldn't wait that long. He wanted to get to that position as quickly as possible and find her.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man finally stopped kissing her.

He lowered his head and buried it in Chu Jiao's chest.

Chu Jiao didn't dare to move, for fear that any movement would stimulate the man again.

But the gradual wetness on her chest finally changed her color.

Is her little boy... crying?

He didn't cry when he was abused as a child, he didn't cry when he had to eat spoiled food, he didn't cry when his father didn't love him and his mother didn't love him, he didn't cry when he was ridiculed by his brothers, but now... he is crying?

"Achen..." Chu Jiao finally struggled to free her wrist from the young man's hand. She wanted to push him away to see his expression, but Jing Chen used his body to prevent her from pushing him away.

"Achen, let me see you!"

Chu Jiao was anxious.

"You don't want me anymore, what's so good about you!"

A muffled voice came from his chest, clearly out of anger.

"How could I not want you?" Chu Jiao touched the back of his head, just like when she comforted him that year. "I live because of you, how could I not want you?"

"Then why did you abandon me!"

The young man finally raised his head, his slightly red eyes flashing with questioning and hurt, which made Chu Jiao's heart tighten.

"I thought..."

"I thought I would hold you back..."

Chu Jiao gently covered his mask, wanting to take it off and touch his face.

But Jing Chen held her hand.

"No, you must still think I'm too scary..."

So you ran away, unwilling to tolerate me anymore.

Chu Jiao shook her head, of course not.

She didn't expect that the young man's inferiority complex still did not disappear after so many years of her companionship. What she

didn't realize was that in front of the person she likes, people are always timid and sensitive. They always worry that they are not good enough, and they always think too much.

Originally, she had gradually let Jing Chen open his heart, but when she disappeared, Jing Chen's heart was hurt even more deeply.

"Have you forgotten, Achen?" Chu Jiao kissed the lips of the scary ghost face, "I said, in my heart, Achen is the most beautiful no matter what."

She took off her clothes on her own initiative.

No longer restrained, the two little white rabbits on her chest have grown plump, the lake blue bellyband is bulging, but the waist is as slender as ever, even in the dark room, you can feel the white and tender temptation.

Chu Jiao held Jingchen's hand and pressed it on her chest.

"Listen for yourself, what it says."

The softness under his palm made Jingchen's eyes darken, and the regular and somewhat rapid heartbeat made him clearly realize that his Ajiao was really not dead, and really came back to his side.

Jingchen couldn't bear it anymore.

He bit the little mouth that always coaxed him, spread the legs of the person under him, and used his body to feel her presence.

"Ah..."

"Well..."

The flower diameter that had been closed for a long time was dry and narrow, Jingchen was stuck halfway, and both of them showed pain.

Chu Jiao tried hard to relax herself. She wrapped her legs around the young man's waist, put her hands around his neck, and her eyebrows were gentle. "It's okay, Chen, come in."

Come in and possess me, own me.

Jing Chen seemed to understand Chu Jiao's unspoken words, and the veins on his arms were exposed. He pressed the woman closer to his body.

Finally, the warm flesh wall completely contained his erection, gentle, tolerant, as always.