National Beauty

Chapter 102 102

As soon as Zhao Heng entered the bed, Song Jianing felt that it had changed from winter to summer. She had a little lumps from the cold just now. It was hot and sweaty at the moment. He hugged her waist arm and he pressed her chest against her shoulder. , His breathing on the side of her face was all as hot as fire. Song Jianing didn’t move. He touched her left arm with his right hand, as if checking something.

Song Jianing knew, and said in embarrassment, “Thank you, Lord, it’s not cold anymore.”

Although the prince looked cold, he was still so considerate in his memory. When she heard that she was cold, he not only covered her with a quilt, but also warmed her with his body.

“Ok.”

There was a soft hum in my ears, probably closer, and it turned out to be a little softer than usual. Song Jianing was no longer so nervous, waiting silently for him to let go, but the King of Life still hugged her. Song Jianing seemed to understand something, she closed her eyes shyly, and after a while, her earlobe seemed to be gently touched.

Song Jianing instinctively retracted her shoulders, just lightly, as if something was whizzing from her ears to the soles of her feet, her heart was lifted up, and her hot lips slowly moved to her face, saying that it was not like a kiss. Dear, said biting is not like biting. But what is it if it’s not a dear? Thinking of the future emperor actually kissing her, Song Jianing was nervous, honored, and sweet. Kissing, it means that Shouwang, her mate, likes her.

Eyelashes trembled, Song Jianing carefully held his breath, and silently felt Shouwang’s kiss. When he saw people, his eyes were alienated, as if separated from a sea of ​​clouds, but his lips were hot, hotter than her hot face… As soon as the thought fell, the man kissed her lips, and the half-sweetness in Song Jianing’s heart suddenly melted. In order to be nervous, the little hand squeezed the mattress tightly.

She didn’t dare to open her eyes, only knowing that he was gentle like water, only a slight humming sound was heard, the lips were pressed and parted. Song Jianing was kissed this way for the first time. It wasn’t about moving both hands while kissing, or rushing into her mouth when she came up, and she didn’t even breathe heavily, slowly and gradually.

He seemed to have been so calm all the time, but Song Jianing, breathing slowly, because he was too gentle, she clutched the mattress, and then tentatively, hugged his waist. His body stiffened, Song Jianing felt it, and immediately put down his hands in fright, and just after leaving, his lips, which were close to her lips, suddenly curled up. It should be, laughing?

Song Jianing opened his eyes secretly, and his long eyelashes brushed his thin eyelids. Zhao Heng opened them, his head slightly lifted, and she could see her misty apricot eyes. Zhao Heng only looked at her with no expression, but Song Jianing thought of the intimacy just now, tilted her head to one side shyly, closed her eyes, and faced him with blushing cheeks.

“You can hug.”

When she heard King Shou’s words, Song Jianing couldn’t hold back, curled the corner of her mouth, and obediently hugged his waist again.

Zhao Heng bowed his head and continued to kiss her, only his lips.

Song Jianing vaguely guessed, he probably didn’t know how to kiss, he squeezed for a while, opened his mouth actively, and the tip of his tongue swept over his lips. After scanning, he immediately hid back, and then he chased after him, and his breathing was finally chaotic. , Supporting her waist with one hand, and eagerly unwinding the belt around her waist with the other.

Song Jianing is a little bit shy, a little sweet, a little scared, a little anticipating, and a little longing. All kinds of tastes are mixed with his heat. Her mind is chaotic, acting entirely by instinct, holding his head with a pair of small hands, and bowing her head. Watch him buried in her arms. Thinking that this was the future emperor, the future emperor was actually doing this kind of thing with her. Before he could do anything, Song Jianing bit his lip and weakened first.

At a loss, perceiving his temptation, he couldn’t find the way, he was anxiously pestering him, thinking of his mother’s reminder, Song Jianing hugged him shamefully. His back was tense, and with her help, he finally found the right direction, and then he pressed half of it all at once!

Song Jianing’s cotton-like body was instantly frozen into ice, his nails accidentally sunk into his back, his teeth bit his lower lip, tears filled his eyes instantly. Zhao Heng looked at the bottom, the road was blocked. He snorted and wanted to go further. Song Jianing wanted to endure desperately, but she was afraid that her little life would really be gone.

“The prince…” Song Jianing hugged him with a trembling, life is at stake. If you dare not act like a baby, you have to do it: “The prince allows me to slow down…”

She was crying, Zhao Heng looked up, only then saw her red face turned white somehow, two strings of teardrops hung like pear blossoms, and those tearful apricot eyes looked at him pleadingly. Zhao Heng stopped moving, and his black eyes looked at her with emotion and anger. Looking at such eyes, Song Jianing suddenly gave birth to infinite grievances. She is so uncomfortable, can’t he say a few soft words to coax her?

It is the future emperor, but the two are also husbands and wives. Are they going to live so boringly in this life?

“It hurts?” Her tears grew more and more, and Zhao Heng frowned and asked in a dumb voice. If she is in such pain, it’s better to stop here, because he will panic anyway.

Song Jianing closed her eyes and opened them again, squeezing out the tears that had overflowed before. Seeing him frown, she suddenly forgot her grievances, for fear that he would dislike herself, shook his head and tried to show a smile. When Zhao Heng saw it, his brow furrowed deeper, and he was about to leave immediately. Song Jianing was even more afraid, and hugged him in a hurry. In order to prove that she really didn’t hurt, she went all out and took the initiative to welcome him.

Zhao Heng’s arms tensed, and just about to take advantage of the situation, she saw her face paler.

He was inexplicably annoyed, he held her shoulders to prevent her from moving, and said coldly: “Don’t force it.”

Song Jianing shook his head in a panic.

“Why cry?” Zhao Heng asked again.

Song Jianing didn’t dare to lie anymore, but he didn’t dare to complain to a prince who had a mouth problem that he would not coax people. He was staring at him with sharp eyes. Song Jianing was afraid of being seen by him even thinking about the reasons. He was at a loss and looked suddenly. It fell on his lips. Although this person speaks few words, when he kissed her, he was very enthusiastic.

“The prince kisses me…” she said uneasily, afraid he would refuse.

Zhao Heng was stunned.

Song Jianing lowered his eyes, bit his lip, and summoned the last trace of courage: “The prince kisses me, I won’t hurt…”

Zhao Heng didn’t believe it, but he thought of the way she was really enjoying herself when she kissed her. He was silent for a moment, bowed his head, and blocked her cold mouth. Song Jianing was looking forward to his coaxing. She could not speak with her mouth. She was afraid that he would leave after a while. Her arms clung to his broad shoulders like a cane.

Kissing, she slowly relaxed, and he gradually moved. The candlelight swayed, her vision was blurred, she only felt that he was staring at her, rubbing his hands, like a god, but doing things that did not look like a **** at all. Song Jianing covered her face embarrassedly, tried to block her with her elbows, and was arbitrarily pushed away. Finally, he simply held her with one hand and raised her hands to the top of her head, bullying her fiercely, no matter whether she was crying or not.

At dinner, Song Jianing could see clearly. He ate four pieces of venison and drank a bowl of soup. At this moment, he seemed to have become a deer, galloping on her with joy. , All no longer have anything to do with him.

Song Jianing slept for a while and woke up for a while, dazed, feeling that he was broken by him again, and he wanted to kiss him. Song Jianing was tired and sleepy, didn’t wake up at all, and dealt with him perfunctorily. In just the middle of the night, he already knew how to wake her up the fastest, lowered his head and went to her arms. Song Jianing gave a “hiss”, was anxious to cover it, and whispered: “It hurts…”

It’s going to be broken.

He changed places to kiss.

Song Jianing hurts everywhere, sleepily forgetting his respect and humiliation, pushed the person down hard, and rolled into the bed with the quilt. Zhao Heng looked at her in disbelief, watched, heard her long breathing, and fell asleep again in a blink of an eye, leaving him hanging out naked. Zhao Heng stretched out his hand, almost touching her shoulder, paused, and took it back.

Lie on your back, and the body calmed down so cold, Zhao Heng pulled half of the quilt and went to sleep with his eyes closed.

Thousands of miles away, Xiongzhou is an important border town and a prosperous place. Merchants from Daliao and the Central Plains gather here. Therefore, at night, Xiongzhou still has a good place for men to have fun. Yaoyue Tower is the best brothel in the city. The girls in it are more beautiful than the other, and even the maids who serve tea and water are pure and beautiful people.

In the elegant room on the second floor facing the window, Guo Xiao was sitting north, and there were four other military colleagues who accompanied the guests. At this time, there was a beautiful singer accompanied by the four of them. Only Guo Xiao was here, and he was alone. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of some small movements, or rubbing his chest or squeezing his legs. Guo Xiao indifferently retracted his gaze, pouring himself, drinking alcohol and drinking, and all he passed by was fire.

Tonight, it was her bridal anthurium. With just a thought, Guo Xiao’s hand squeezed the wine cup tightly, as if to smash it.

“My son, you are here, so please order a girl, otherwise we will be restrained.” A burly, black-faced man murmured. He wanted to go to the room with the beauty in his arms, but the most distinguished one Shi Ziye didn’t move, it’s hard for them to leave.

“Yes, yes, there are too many beauties in the capital, and the eldest son can’t look down on our beauties in Xiongzhou?” another chubby general joked.

Guo Xiao smiled, put down his drink, and looked at the second person who spoke: “Okay, you go call the top card here, and I will compare it.”

The fat general was overjoyed and immediately shouted the old bustard to the outside world. The old bustard knew that Guo Xiao was noble and hurriedly brought the most beautiful girl Weiyun over. Girl Weiyun is eighteen years old this year. She is slender and graceful. She is stepping on the lotus in a white dress, like a fairy descending to the earth. I saw Guo Xiao sitting in the north, his face was cold but romantic and suave, and his aura was compelling. Wei Yun fragrant and blushed. Step forward, Yingying bowed: “Wei Yun has seen the son of the world.”

The other four generals were dumbfounded and stared at Weiyun obsessively.

Guo Xiao held the long table in one hand and the wine cup in the other, and looked up and down Weiyun as if looking at the goods. He admitted that this micro cloud is indeed beautiful, but her eyes are not as clear as An An, and there is no fear and defense An An looked at him. Her face was not as fat as An’an, and it was squishy. He always wanted to squeeze, but he never started. Her chest is not An’an’s drum, her waist is not An’an’s thin, and her voice is not An’an’s sweetness.

No matter how beautiful she is, she is not An An.

“Fuck.” Guo Xiao said coldly before looking down to drink.

The author has something to say: Guo Xiaolang: Are you asleep?

Zhao Henglong:…

Guo Xiaolang: Are you asleep?

Zhao Henglong: No.

Guo Xiaolang: Fuck

Zhao Henglong: …to sleep.

Guo Xiaolang: Very fast, hahahahahahahaha