Chapter 272: Qinse

Song Mo only felt that the delicate body in his arms was fragrant and warm, like a piece of soft jade, which made his blood dilate and his mind excited. He did not feel any pain at all. He instinctively turned over and pressed Dou Zhao under him.

Dou Zhao was shocked and put his hands on Song Mo's chest in panic.

The two looked at each other.

Song Mo's eyes were sparkling, like the cold stars in the night sky, shining with brilliant light.

Dou Zhao opened his eyes wide, his face full of surprise.

In the silent inner room, the sound of heavy breathing gradually emerged.

Song Mo's eyes were filled with lust.

"Shou Gu!" he murmured softly and slowly leaned over.

Dou Zhao sensed the "danger".

But her mind reappeared the image of Song Mo riding a horse in a dusty hurry to the estate where she lived in Zhending, and lying on the wall of the estate staring at her; she reappeared the image of him playing with the inkstone under the lamp, and looking up and asking herself with a smile whether his father-in-law would like it; she reappeared the image of him curled up cautiously beside the bed... Her heart was suddenly in a mess, as if she was in a dilemma.

Should I push him away or let him do whatever he wants?

I couldn't bear to push him away.

She let him do whatever he wanted, but the unpleasant memories of her last life still remained in her memory. Although she knew rationally that she should integrate into this relationship as soon as possible, psychologically, it was still difficult for her to let go without scruples.

In hesitation and conflict, she bit her lip, turned her head away as if to escape, and pushed him gently.

Two red clouds rose up on his cheeks involuntarily.

Dou Zhao's rejection shocked Song Mo and made him sober up. But the blush on her pretty face made him realize that if Dou Zhao didn't care about him at all, he could have pushed him away or glared at him... But Dou Zhao just pushed him lightly and turned away.

The white and soft earlobes, round and full, tempted Song Mo's vision.

We have to create opportunities when there are no opportunities, especially now that there is such a good opportunity...

Song Mo did not hesitate at all and sucked the white earlobe, but accidentally touched Dou Zhao's sensitive area.

Dou Zhaoru was struck by lightning and his body felt numb.

"Yantang, don't..." She turned her face away.

Song Mo let her go obediently, but stayed close to her cheek and kissed her lips while she was talking.

"Yantang..." Dou Zhao's cry turned into a moan.

Song Mo was like a clumsy hunter, chasing her sweetness instinctively, stirring roughly between her lips and teeth, making it almost suffocating for her.

Fool!

Fool!

Dou Zhao complained inwardly and sobbed as he struggled beneath him.

His tongue was so deft and powerful that she couldn't even bite him.

I won't suffocate to death, right?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Song Mo stepped back.

She was breathing heavily.

Song Mo was also breathing heavily, and his gaze at her was deep and unfathomable, falling on her violently heaving chest.

"Shougu!" Without waiting for her to catch her breath, he leaned over again, grasped her soft waist with his left hand, and held her tightly under his body. His tongue flexibly explored her lips again, sucking and kissing her, while his right hand quietly slipped into her clothes, groped and grasped her breasts, his fingers teasing the buds on her chest as if playing the strings of a guitar, and there was a hot hard object between her thighs that hurt her.

Song Mo's passion seemed to burn in an instant.

Dou Zhao's whole body was shaking.

If she didn't stop it, she knew what would happen next.

But if she stops him, how will someone as proud as Song Mo react?

Should he flee? Or should he calmly let her go and pretend to be indifferent for the sake of face while they both rested?

She is his wife and he has the right to have her, but out of respect for her wishes he would rather make himself miserable.

No matter it was the former or the latter, Dou Zhao felt heartbroken just thinking about it.

If I had known this would happen, I should have clearly refused when he pressed me under him.

Dou Zhao deeply regretted.

But it's too late to refuse now.

As if sensing her hesitation, Song Mo's arms around her waist tightened unconsciously, his tongue lingering between her lips and teeth became more unbridled, and the hands holding her breasts began to knead them gently.

Intense numbness surged from deep inside her body to every part of her body.

This familiar yet strange feeling scared her.

Familiar, because she had briefly experienced this passion; strange, because this feeling was too far away from her, so far that she had almost forgotten it.

"Song Yantang!" Dou Zhao's voice flowed out from Song Mo's lips, sounding a little fragmented, and revealing unmistakable panic.

Song Mo suddenly let her go and stared into her eyes intently, as if he wanted to see through her eyes and see her entire heart clearly.

Dou Zhao was very uneasy.

I feel like nothing I say is appropriate.

But saying nothing doesn't seem appropriate.

How did things come to this?

Song Mo is still just a young boy who has no idea about sexual desire.

All in all, it's my own fault.

Dou Zhao felt a little annoyed again.

Song Mo suddenly smiled.

There was tenderness in her clear eyes, and even the slightly curled corners of her lips looked charming and seductive.

Dou Zhao was stunned.

Song Mo began to take off his clothes.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but widen his eyes.

His figure was extremely well-proportioned, with the lines around his waist extremely graceful. He looked thin but not too skinny, and his skin was as smooth as jade, with a faint glow in the hazy tent.

Song Mo laughed: "Shou Gu, Shou Gu, why are you so funny?!"

He leaned over and kissed her eyelids, very intimately.

Dou Zhao's heart was pounding and his face flushed: "No...I..." But he was too frustrated to speak.

No matter how he tried to explain himself, he could not deny the fact that he had been staring at Song Mo's naked body in a daze.

"Shou Gu!" Song Mo called her with a smile, "I really like you looking at me like this." He said softly, joy overflowing from the corners of his eyes and brows little by little, with a warmth that made people blush and their hearts beat faster.

How embarrassing!

Dou Zhao's face was burning.

Song Mo held her face and gently kissed her forehead, eyebrows, red lips one by one... as if she was a rare treasure in the world, being held in the palm of his hand, cherished and cared for.

Dou Zhao's chest heaved.

Song Mo suddenly became fierce.

He kissed Dou Zhao hard, his tongue teasing and twisting wildly between her lips as if he wanted to devour her, making Dou Zhao breathless and twisting under him.

The collar of the clothes was untied and the clothes were stripped off piece by piece.

When Dou Zhao found her, she was only left with a pair of underwear on her body. Her tender breasts, like slightly green peaches, stood proudly in front of Song Mo.

This bastard... actually learned it all by himself...

For some reason, Dou Zhao suddenly wanted to laugh.

A strange light flashed in Song Mo's dark pupils. He lowered his head, swallowed the bud-like bud into his mouth, and sucked and bit it wantonly.

Dou Zhao took a breath of cold air.

However, a tingling pleasure came from her chest, making her whole body begin to burn. Even the pain caused by Song Mo's occasional excessive force turned into a slight sweetness that made her shiver.

Dou Zhao was shocked.

She wasn't like this before.

She hates all rudeness and considers it a sign of disrespect.

But now, when the same thing happened to Song Mo, she felt happy about it.

"Song Yantang! Song Yantang..." Dou Zhao called Song Mo in panic.

Song Mo raised his head.

There was a fire dancing in those dark eyes.

But her rose-like buds showed a delicate luster because of Song Mo's licking and biting.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but licking his plump red lips.

Song Mo's eyes suddenly became as deep as midnight.

He suddenly took off Dou Zhao's underwear and broke in.

Dou Zhao let out a low growl and hugged Song Mo's neck tightly.

"Shou Gu, Shou Gu!" Song Mo kissed her softly on the ear, his warm breath brushing her neck gently, with infinite tenderness and love, "It will be fine in a while... It will be fine in a while..." He closed his eyes and murmured to comfort her, but his body kept colliding with her without stopping, and faster and faster.

What a rude man!

Dou Zhao was sweating coldly from the pain, but he could clearly feel how he was rushing around in his body.

Just like a naughty child, exploring the unknown fantasy world.

She couldn't help but take a deep breath and gently stroked Song Mo's back.

His skin was hot and his back was covered with sweat.

Dou Zhao's heart softened, his body gradually relaxed, and the pain began to become bearable.

Her body was gradually opened up and became wet by his rhythm.

Sensing her strangeness, Song Mo slowed down, bit her ear and softly called out "Shou Gu", but before she could answer, he had already grasped her slender waist and thrust forward, passing through the layers of tightly wrapped petals and hitting the center of the flower deeply...

Isn't this his first time?

Isn’t it always quick the first time?

Why does he never stop?

Dou Zhao groaned, tiny beads of sweat appeared on his fair forehead, his body felt numb and tingling, and he became uncontrollably hot.

She couldn't help but hug Song Mo tightly, and couldn't help moaning and clinging to his waist...

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The early morning sunlight shone in, and Dou Zhao opened his eyes drowsily.

My body feels sore and bloated, as if I had moved hundreds of pots of flowers last night.

Dou Zhao shuddered and came to his senses.

The inner room was quiet, she was wearing her everyday moon-white middle dress, sleeping neatly on a large carved nanmu bed. The air was filled with the fresh scent of jasmine, and the yellow chrysanthemum in the sweet white porcelain vase on the table was still in the same position as yesterday, with only a slight dent on the pillow, as if reminding her that everything tomorrow was not a dream.

She couldn't help but call out "Su Xin".

The door creaked open and Suxin and Ganlu walked in holding toiletries.

There was unconcealable joy between their brows.

"Madam," Su Xin treated her like a patient and tried to help her get up, "The prince went to the palace and specifically told us not to wake you up, so we didn't call you and waited outside."

Ganlu even handed her the salt water for rinsing her mouth.

Damn Song Mo!

As if he was afraid that no one in the world knew about it.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but glance at the two of them and said, "I'm not a child, can I not wash myself?"

Su Xin and Gan Lu just smiled and served carefully.

After washing up, Su Jun brought in a bowl of black chicken soup: "This is what the prince ordered early in the morning."