Because the owner has suffered, these lips are not as plump as before, but they are still tempting and lovely.
Use the ball of your thumb to gently press and rub your lips.
His dark and deep eyes narrowed slightly and glared at her coldly.
It seemed like there were a thousand things to say, but I didn't know where to start. I'd been scolding her enough times lately.
He pulled back the quilt and saw blue and red spots on the knees above the snow-white calves.
He took out a yellow-glazed jar with dragon pattern from his sleeve.
The golden wound medicine is rare and precious, and only the emperor in the world can enjoy it.
Xuan Ling opened the lid, scooped a large amount of paste with a golden spoon and smeared it on Sheng Xiyan's knees.
Use your fingertips to gently dissolve it, then bend over and blow it.
She is the only one in this world who can make him bow down to her.
In the sandalwood wardrobe in the corner of the hall, Qi Yan hid in her gorgeous dress.
Listen carefully to the noise outside.
There was no sound at all. The emperor came to see A Yan, but didn't say a word?
This taciturn guy can imagine how boring it must be for A Yan to be around him.
Or I can make Ayan's life full of fun.
After Xuan Ling applied the medicine on the wound, he leaned over and gently placed his thin lips on Sheng Xiyan's lips.
The fierce expression gradually softened.
He picked her up and leaned against the headboard.
Don’t you like being held horizontally like this?
His long, strong arms were like a huge cradle and safe haven.
They pressed tightly together, their body heat penetrating the fabric and seeping into each other's skin.
He leaned close to her fair ear and said forcefully:
"Sheng Xiyan, you don't understand that love is the only
I will teach you how to keep me in your heart.
Don't dream of having two men in your heart.
There can only be me in your heart."
Qi Yan listened to the general situation in the closet, shook his head and laughed.
The fact that the emperor can say this and care so much only means that Ayan has me in his heart and that I am ahead of him.
What a happy thing this is.
Originally, I was the one who married A Yan first, and Your Majesty, you came later.
In theory, I am the older and you are the younger.
Xuan Ling put his hand on her half-exposed chest, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were filled with obsession and morbid madness,
"Sheng Xiyan, from now on, I will teach you a lesson.
Let your heart be torn apart and then grow back for me."
He bit her soft earlobe lightly, suppressing the urge to take her hard.
It has been a long time since he had sex with this face and this neck, and he wants to possess every part of her body.
Xuan Ling greedily inhaled the body fragrance of Sheng Xiyan. How nice it would be if he could put it in his pocket and take it away?
If he only wanted her body, he could have tied her up with chains and imprisoned her within three feet.
But, he wanted her heart most of all.
Seeing the butterfly and flower on Sheng Xiyan's forehead, he stared at it suspiciously for a while, pulled it off, and threw it to the ground without mercy.
"This ugly thing was made by the Decoration Bureau? It's not worthy of you.
Didn’t I tell you not to wear butterfly patterns?
You are always so disobedient..."
Qi Yan was in the closet, muttering to himself,
"Ayan will definitely like the gift I gave her.
Your Majesty, you always want to suppress her, but you don’t know that Ayan is not the type to accept things passively. This will only backfire.
Of course, I won’t tell you.”
Your Majesty, why don't you leave? I can't stay in the closet any longer!
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