Chapter 35 Tenderness

Don't go forward any more!Can we just talk like this?

Murong Yan almost spoke in a pleading tone.

The laziness and nobility of the usual is gone at this time.

Even if she has seen a princess who has experienced a cruel struggle, she is just an adult mortal after all. She will be afraid of serious consequences, she will be reluctant to give up everything she already has, and she will be worried about her relatives.

But she was tempted just like Xue Chongxun. When she saw Xue Chongxun’s tenderness towards women at the banquet, she was tempted step by step to the abyss; her initial envy, to every ambiguous look, every move, and every intimate word, all of them were consciously or unintentionally teasing fragile reason; then suddenly encountered danger, and in helplessness and panic, the imprint of dependence on her heart was so profound; then on the school ground, Xue Chongxun once again established a tall image in her mind, although this image might just be a phantom...

But isn’t feelings themselves as short and fragile as bubbles?

The poet always uses such things to compare the illusory things.

Xue Chongxun's steps did not stop at all. Although he walked very slowly, he kept moving forward.

He seemed to be able to feel different emotions at every step, including cruelty, and he felt that he was cruel.

If Murong Yan fought desperately, according to Xue Chongxun's usual style, he would never force her; he did not force others' bodies, but was forcing his soul.

I'm here, don't be afraid.Xue Chongxun's tone was low and stable, and very gentle.But to him, he heard it, he was full of cold blood and desire.

This sentence seemed to be back to last night, the blood-stained scene of last night, and grabbed his hand helplessly, just like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

She couldn't refuse, and she was helpless except being tempted. She was afraid that the person in front of her would suddenly turn around and leave.

It's like you know it's poison, but you can't help but drink it.

The carved wooden window, which was blowing tightly, squeaking and softly, was filled with cold sounds, Xue Chongxun seemed to hear the sound of the petals being crushed.

Walking to her, Xue Chongxun slowly whispered her worries while comforting her worries.Murong Yan was helpless to get rid of being kissed by him, but he was just kissing the tears on her face.

The rough tongue stroked her cheeks, and Pity covered her lust; and his fingers gently shaved across the other side of her face, as if helping her wipe her tears.

It was salty and wet, and a little bitter... Xue Chongxun didn't forget to say its taste, well, it was very fragrant.

Her body was so soft that she had no strength.At this time, Xue Chongxun's palm skillfully reached on her neck, reached into the collar, covering her delicate skin.

Don’t be afraid, the military power of the Jiannan Army stationed in Tuyuhun Royal City is in my hands, and it can protect all the power of the Murong family.

Xue Chongxun continued to comfort her, her low tone was like a spell, hypnotizing her will and unable to make even a trace of resistance.

The evil fingers invaded inch by inch along the inside of the bra, pressing the soft and smooth skin as smooth as satin. He touched a nipples that had already become congested and hardened. He gently twisted his fingers and heard a confused moan.

Her empty eyes stared at the old roof and the slightly bright skylight above, her red lips opened and she gasped.

I...what is wrong with me, it is wrong to do this!Her only remaining trace of reason pulls her weak arm gently pushes it against Xue Chongxun's heart.

Who knows?

At this time, Xue Chongxun could not stop. His movements became impatient without warning. He pressed a tall and soft breast with one hand and quickly flattened it. The soft waves escaped to both sides under the pressure of his palms, and then grabbed them and bounced back, changing various shapes in the palms.

Gulu... A sudden loud sound of a strange swallowing sound in the quiet wooden house was very abrupt.Xue Chongxun was also a little embarrassed when he heard his voice.

Xue Chongxun rudely grabbed her shoulders and turned her body over like a car steering wheel, lifted up the hem of her robe, began to take off her trousers, and headed straight for the target.

Murong Yan didn't care about accumulating strength to resist, and her buttocks were exposed with a chill.

She just couldn't bear to say goodbye to the sound of Xue Chongxun talking to her, a smile on his face, or a heartwarming word, and didn't want to go into the abyss of sin, but what others wanted was not those things, but this kind of desire.

I knew it would be like this... Murong Yan pondered weakly with a crying voice.

The doors and windows are closed, the light in the room is dim and the tone is deep. In the gray-black environment, the white buttocks are like a bright moon in the dark night.

Xue Chongxun praised its clean white luster, its gentle and soft hips, and its plump lines under its slender waist.

He reached out from behind and slid forward from his hips and hips. Part of his skin was soaked in the cold air that a layer of chicken skin looked a little rough, while the soft skin hidden at the base of his legs was still very warm.

At first, Murong Yan also resisted symbolically because of her only sense of shame. When Xue Chongxun's fingers searched the small fruit among the flowers along the furry pubic bone, just like a finger opening the petals of a flower, like a warm wave splitting apart during swimming. Soon he searched for a small protrusion that was beating in the gap between warm and humid. At this time, she completely gave up resistance and twisted her waist to actively contact the real fingers.

Xue Lang... Xue Lang... Murong Yan grabbed his forearm tightly.

The inner side of her thighs was cold, and the smooth and warm flower dew flowed onto her skin quickly lost its temperature and became cold.

After feeling it, Xue Chongxun felt that it was almost done, and there was no need to waste too much time.

Ah!Murong Yan suddenly screamed in pain, and the plain hand that grabbed Xue Chongxun's arm suddenly exerted force, and her long nails almost pinched the red silk on his sleeve into his flesh.

Xue Chongxun endured the pain and asked softly: What, does it hurt?

But he felt depressed. Shui Ze, who had touched him, would this Xianbei princess who had already married still hurt?

Murong Yan said powerlessly: You should slow down, I haven't had it for a long time... No...

At this time, Xue Chongxun remembered a detail. Murong Yan had been married to Fu Lu for several years but had no children.

Xue Chongxun didn’t. Looking back now, maybe it was because of the relationship he created was the Mengyunzhai. If there was too much steam, it would be easy to get into trouble.

Um.

He responded dullly.

One arm stretched over and held Murong Yan's lower abdomen. Murong Yan held it tightly with her hands, leaning over and holding her white buttocks.

Her posture was like standing on a high building, pressing her hands on the railings and leaning over to see the beautiful scenery downstairs.

The mushroom-like hard thing pushed away the soft waves layer by layer and slowly scraped past, as if it was scraped into Murong Yan's heart, causing her body to spasm.

In the room, Murong Yan had a burst of crying, her panting, and a very different sticky serge sound.

Xue Chongxun didn't say anything. Although his arm carried a person's weight, it was stress-free. His movements were slow and irresistible. With a long pulling distance, every place was scraped through from the entrance of Murong Yan's gap to the depths of his heart.

At first, she seemed to be restless, her body was twisting and tangled; after a while, she became tense, her body tightened, her toes were padded, and she pressed her hips tightly backwards.

Xue Chongxun's arm was once again grabbed desperately, and her long nails made him feel in pain.

Hurry... Me, I... Murong Yan said something indifferently.

Xue Chongxun had no idea what she was talking about, but guessed that she was going to reach the top of the mountain, so she was asking to work harder?

So he used a little more strength, and the crisp sound of his skin colliding seemed to be hitting her buttocks with his palms, and it was very rhythmic.

She cried, as if she had encountered something sad.

Xue Chongxun's scalp was also numb and his back was chilly. He held the warm and soft hips with one hand and pushed them hard inside quickly. His mind was blank, as if he could not control his body.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the door panel suddenly got knocked twice.

Xue Chongxun's attention was all on the woman's body. He was shocked when he was not careful and his body trembled...

The dam collapsed, and the image of the surging flood appeared before his eyes.

Don't... don't get it inside... Murong Yan hurriedly begged, but now she said it might be too late.

Fu Lu's voice sounded outside the door: Why don't you open the door for me?

This sound surprised Xue Chongxun very much. Why did this guy appear directly at the door?What about the clerk who was giving the news? Why didn’t he hear him slap?

The extreme fatigue after finishing his work hit his heart, making him slow to react and he was unable to deal with the accident immediately.

My mind was still blank, neither worried nor nervous, and that fatigue seemed to have hollowed out all his senses.

Murong Yan was also very panicked and was just worried about getting pregnant; now when she heard Fu Lu's voice, she suddenly felt cold sweat.

She hurriedly moved her waist forward and let the stick pull out of her body. She turned around and looked up at Xue Chongxun with a graceful look and said: What should I do?

The helplessness of a woman made Xue Chongxun calmer because his intuitive responsibility inspired him.He stretched out his rough and warm big hand and held Murong Yan's tenderness: Don't be afraid, I'm here, take a deep breath.