Chapter 613 Warm Pork Belly
Ning Xuemo subconsciously didn't want herself to show weakness under his hands...
The harder she endured, the slower her skin recovered.
Han Shanyue should have thought of this too, he had to untie this knot in her heart before proceeding, otherwise it would be a waste of time.
"Xuemo, do you still remember what day it is today?" He suddenly asked this question after his thoughts were exhausted.
Ning Xuemo's forehead was already sweating: "Huh?" She really couldn't remember for a while.
"If you don't run away from the marriage, today is our wedding day. Now that it's dark, it should be our bridal chamber wedding night..." There seemed to be a hint of ambiguity in his voice. Move the palm up half an inch, and the edge of his palm has already touched her top-secret place...
Bridal chamber flowers and candles, a man like a flower should have done these things on her...
Ning Xuemo's mind rang loudly, and a picture seemed to flash before her eyes.
The room was full of joy, candle shadows were shaking red, and inside the red tent, a woman dressed in red lightly pressed on a man in a moonlight robe, and whispered with a smile: "If you don't know how to do wedding candles, let me take the initiative, right? In fact, it doesn't matter if I take the initiative..."
The voice was ethereal, as if separated by countless water vapors, it charmed into the bone marrow. Following the voice, the robe of the man under him was ripped open by a small hand...
The woman's voice was still smiling: "I don't want to wear red on such a good day, I'm a little unhappy..."
As soon as her words fell, the man under her body suddenly turned over and pinned her down. The man panted a little: "I don't think this is true...but, no matter what, this kind of thing can't make a woman Taking the initiative..."
Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the two figures in the red tent were completely entangled.
From inside the tent, the woman groaned softly: "It hurts... You... Take it easy..."
The man's voice still seemed calm, but it was hoarse and dangerous: "Does it hurt? I want you to hurt even more!"
The bed curtains shook, and the figures overlapped and undulated.
A woman's uncontrollable moans came from inside the tent...
In a trance, Ning Xuemo felt that she had also become the woman floating in her mind, defeated by the powerful attack of the man on her body, and sighed softly.
In the bathtub, Ning Xuemo slightly closed her eyes, made no secret of her feelings, and made embarrassing voices.
Han Shanyue behind her has been as still as still water, and the lake in the center of the earth seems to be thrown into a stone, turbulent endlessly. Under the floating of Qi and blood, his body trembled, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He hurriedly gathered his mind and hugged Yuan Yi, his palms kept moving on her body, densely covering every inch of her skin, but he was hypnotizing himself in his heart, and the palm of his hand was touching a piece of warm pork belly.
His eyes were fixed on her gray hair all the time, coupled with the powerful hypnotism deep in his heart, he finally calmed down his mind, stabilized his vitality, and was able to cast spells again...
Since Ning Xuemo has really entered the state, coupled with his precise thoughts, the skin on Ning Xuemo's body recovers at a much faster speed, her legs and waist become tighter inch by inch, and elastic inch by inch...
Wherever his palm went, it was as if the magic of restoration had been cast, turning stone into gold, turning decay into magic.
With the gradual recovery of her body, coupled with her moving soft chant, Han Shanyue, whose mind is as firm as a rock, finally couldn't hold back...
He thinks he still thinks highly of himself!