One Year Marriage

   "Poultry grant?"

   When Murong Xi thought about desertion, a beautiful face of the prosperous age suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes.

   She calmed down, and saw a wicked smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and his low, hoarse voice revealed a few traces of narrowness, "Who is it that ordered me not to stop, eh?"

  Boom——

   It's good that he didn't mention it. This mention made some indescribable images appear in Murong Xi's mind.

   The woman winked like silk, her two snow-white slender beautiful legs, wrapped around his waist coquettishly, her red lips slightly parted, and she made a shameful voice over and over again...

   Ah, how could it be her?

  Too...too unrestrained...

   "Do you remember? If you can't remember, do you want to revisit it?"

   The man's deep voice sounded again, and immediately, the tall body was already pressed up.

   Murong Xi was shocked and shook his head quickly, "No, no need, I...I remembered, hehehe, I remembered..."

  Nima, do it again, can she still get out of bed?

   And, in this daytime, she can't let go...

   Therefore, you must stand firm, and you must not let him succeed.

  Thinking of this, Murong Xi immediately stretched out his hand and pushed him, "It's getting late, I'm going to get up. Just let me go."

   He pressed most of his body on top of her, she really couldn't move...

   Knowing that her physical strength was exhausted, Dongfang Jue was not so good at it, so she lowered her head and kissed her on the lips, and said reluctantly, "Okay, let's continue tonight."

   "Cut, I don't want it."

   Murong Xi snarled refusal, she spent too much energy last night, she thought she had to rest for a week before she could recover.

  Dongfang Jue pinched her nose and teased her with a smile, "Don't tonight, you can continue after breakfast."

   Murong Xi smirked twice, gritted his teeth and said, "Hehe, you're not afraid of excessive losses, *********?"

   "Do you think I can?"

   The man did not answer the question.

   Murong Xi pouted, raised his hand to squeeze his angular chin, and smiled with frowning eyes: "If you don't know how to restrain yourself, you will be. So, everything can be done in moderation, my dear young master!"

   After she finished speaking, she still did not forget to gently rub his chin twice, the soft finger pads brushed over the stubble he had just grown, and the numb touch made her a little fond of it.

   The girl's unconscious little movements easily set off a fire somewhere in the man.

  Dongfang Jue squinted his eyes, his eyes sank, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Are you sure you want to continue playing with fire?"

"Oh no--"

   Murong Xi was startled, and hurriedly withdrew his hand like throwing away a hot potato.

   Dongfang Jue retaliated and bit her chin, Murong Xi whimpered and cried out in pain, but he curled his lips, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of amorous feelings.

   After making a fuss on the bed, the two finally got up slowly.

   After dressing and washing, Dongfang Jue took her hand and walked down.

   At this time, there were many servants at home.

   As soon as they saw their young master and Murong Xi, they quickly greeted them respectfully, and after arranging breakfast for them, they fled as if they were running for their lives.

   After all, the young master definitely doesn't want to see so many light bulbs present, they are very sensible.

  Murong Xi of course knew what they were thinking, so she couldn't help but stare at Dongfang Jue, "It's all your fault!"

   “Blame me? What did I do wrong?”

   Dongfang Jue asks knowingly.

   Murong Xi hummed, "Bad man! You have lost all my face."