A kiss that was almost punishing.
Punish his desire.
Also punish her for her drunken and half-conscious seduction.
Yan Zhuoxu entangled her soft tongue and could clearly taste the alcohol between her lips and teeth.
The alcohol ban has been broken.
But he couldn't care less.
The sweet fragrance, her incredibly soft tongue and waist, bewitched his mind like poison.
He hugged her tightly to his chest.
The blood rushed, the desire that had been dormant for many years roared and flowed.
He swung the futon aside and pushed her to the ground.
He covered her neck, and his fingertips followed her wrist bone, moving up little by little, inserting them between her fingers, and pushing the troublesome pen away.
Only when her whole hand was gently wrapped around him did he press down hard and hold on.
Fingers clasped together.
Deep kiss, rubbing.
Yan Zhuoxu covered his upper body, but lost control and smeared her with the ink on his skin.
It should have been done long ago.
Neither he nor she is innocent.
It should have been done long ago.
"Mmm... Master..." Shen Zhiyi groaned softly as he was deeply plundered, "Don't..."
He kissed her too hard and too softly.
It was completely different from his pure and innocent appearance during the day.
She was a little overwhelmed, even her toes were curled up tightly. She wanted to move, but found that her hands and feet were restrained by him and she could not escape.
Yan Zhuoxu bit her lip.
He released his grip on her fingertips, moved one hand to her waist, and with the other hand, he held the back of her neck, lifting her up a little, bringing her closer and closer to his chest.
"Call my name."
The red in his eyes was filled with strong desire, like the fire of hell burning in the dark night, burning her skin.
At this moment, he has betrayed the Buddha.
Drag her along and go into this intoxicating indulgence together.
Shen Zhiyi's consciousness floated, pressed against his lips, leaving no room for escape. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she called out his common name, which had not been called for a long time.
"Yan Zhuoxu..."
"Your Highness..."
She really knew his identity.
There was an undercurrent in Yan Zhuoxu's eyes, and he realized ominously that no matter why she approached him, he didn't seem to care.
As long as she is by his side.
Whatever she wanted, he wanted to give her.
Yan Zhuoxu's Adam's apple rolled deeply, and he pried open her lips and teeth, wrapped around her disobedient little tongue, and tasted and rubbed it unscrupulously.
Shen Zhiyi’s whole body went limp.
She can drink a lot.
But at this moment, every inch of her skin seemed to be drunk, melting into his hot kiss.
"Call me Yanzhi." he ordered.
"Yanzhi..." Shen Zhiyi's eyes widened for a moment, "It's you..."
The scroll of scriptures she did not write was his.
"It's me." Yan Zhuoxu pinched her chin, rested his forehead against hers, and whispered as if taking an oath, "If you learn my calligraphy, you must stay by my side forever and never go anywhere."
He wanted to ask her.
Does she like him more as a person than his handwriting?
But he doesn't have the confidence.
Master Kongchen, who is respected by everyone, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who is admired by everyone, do not have the confidence to stand in front of her.
He didn't even dare to ask her when she was drunk.
Yan Zhuoxu closed his eyes and locked her in his arms and lips.
It was as if he could keep her forever by doing this.
He is very sober.
However, he hoped that she would always be like this tonight, trapped in the wine, trapped in his body, and his heart.
No place is allowed...
The gods and Buddhas are calling.
But he did not hear, did not respond, and was willing to... fall into the hell of hell forever.
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