"I'm glad to know." Zheng Wanqing poked his chest with her fingertips, neither lightly nor heavily.
Xie Yun grabbed her rebellious hand and said, "It's just..."
Before he finished speaking, Zheng Wanqing lowered her head to silence him.
Her lips were soft and slightly cool, with a faint fragrance, gently pressed against his lips. Xie Yun quickly took the initiative, holding her waist and standing up, and his other hand inserted into her hair, deepening the kiss.
As their lips and tongues intertwined, he led her back step by step until her knees touched the edge of the bed. The quilt rustled, and he protected the back of her head with one hand, pressing her into the soft quilt.
Zheng Wanqing's long hair spread out on the pillow, spreading out like splashed ink, making her skin look white as snow.
Xie Yun's silk clothes slid down his bulging shoulder muscles and piled up on his sturdy waist.
He propped himself up with his elbows on the bed, looking at Zheng Wanqing's messed-up clothes and flushed cheeks, and leaned forward, his hoarse voice mixed with panting: "The bet we made while playing chess..." His hot lips pressed against the throbbing blood vessels on the side of her neck, "It's time to fulfill it."
"Xie Yun!" Zheng Wanqing clenched her fist and punched his shoulder, "I didn't agree..." But her voice was intermittent due to his kiss, and her momentum was weakened.
"Madam, since you said you want to get to know me..." Xie Yun's teeth rolled over her collarbone gently, his voice low and charming: "Why not start with this boudoir affair first."
Zheng Wanqing opened her lips to argue, but before she could say anything, he sealed her lips again. His hot lips and tongue penetrated her, sweeping away all her breath.
As the world spun around, Xie Yun's iron arm reached out and lifted her up by holding her waist. Zheng Wanqing then sat astride his waist and pressed her hands firmly on his waist and abdomen to support her body.
Through the thin nightgown, she could clearly feel the bulging muscles between his waist and abdomen, as well as the burning temperature there. Xie Yun's body temperature was usually higher than that of ordinary people, and at this moment it was even more astonishingly hot, as if it was melting her and passing through the clothes.
"You..." Zheng Wanqing lowered her eyes in shame and anger, and met Xie Yun's gaze as deep as a pool.
The pair of usually sharp phoenix eyes were now filled with lust, with a faint red at the corners of the eyes, and the color of the pupils was as dark as ink that could not be melted. There were fine beads of sweat on his tall nose, and his thin lips were particularly rosy from the kiss just now. The lines of his jaw were extremely tight, and his Adam's apple kept rolling.
"This is too embarrassing..." Zheng Wanqing's voice was unspeakably soft.
Xie Yun released the hand from her waist, held her hand, and rubbed his cheek against her palm in a flattering manner. His low and hoarse voice was filled with pleading: "Wanqing... good lady..." The warm breath sprayed on her wrist, causing a patch of small bumps.
Showing such a weak attitude, there is no trace of his usual ruthless and decisive military commander's majesty.
Zheng Wanqing felt as if the tip of her heart was gently scratched by Yu Xiao, it was itchy and numb, and her breathing became rapid unconsciously. In the end, she couldn't resist the man's burning gaze, and nodded imperceptibly with a red face.
After receiving the nod, Xie Yun's big hand on her waist suddenly tightened, his knuckles slightly trembling with strength, as if he was afraid that she would regret and run away. With his other hand, he neatly pulled off the nightgown that had long been loosened to her waist. The moon-colored silk drew an arc in the air and fell silently to the ground.
He deliberately slowed down his movements, and his slender fingertips vaguely traced the lines on the thin belt around her waist. Every touch with his thinly calloused fingertips caused the delicate body under his palm to tremble slightly.
Zheng Wanqing suddenly grabbed his hand that was about to untie the laces, her fingertips feeling shy and slightly cold: "Yumin... I'll do it myself."
Xie Yun laughed softly, the vibration of his chest coming through the skin touching each other. He let go of her hand obediently, his low and hoarse voice filled with the joy of success: "Thank you for your hard work, Madam..."
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