Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

For the whole person, it is a physical and mental grind for Wen Xinya.

After the wound was healed, the doctor hung up a bit for Si Yejun, carefully instructed some of the things to pay attention to during the injury, and left the operating room.

The warm, elegant and choking heartstrings were also relaxed by the slightly heavy sound of the door panel, and suddenly found that their vest was dripping with sweat.

Warm and ya found that she was still wearing a dress for the feast, a heavy and heavy gown, tightly tied to her body, and dragged the ground heavily, mixed with sweaty stickiness, making her feel a strong The sense of suffocation, the noble and elegant high-cone head, the hair tightly raked the scalp, faint pain, inexplicable tightness, the beautiful gold jewelry, at this time also felt heavy and weighed her. Sore neck.

Si Yizhang looked at her little face, white and white, emitting a few transparent white under the light, both beautiful and suffocating, but also fragile and distressing. He reached out and pulled her hand: " With so much blood, Madam Lao, you have worked hard to nurse your body for your husband during this time. "

He had injured his arm before, drank half a month's blood tonic soup, and enjoyed her medicated meal service for nearly a month.

Wen Xinya: "I must make the medicated diet particularly unpalatable. As long as you are injured, I will let you eat it, so that you will never dare to be hurt again." After speaking, I felt that I could not speak again Properly, again, "stunned" for a long time, "I want you to never get hurt again."

This time he was injured entirely because of her.

No, every time he was injured, it was actually for her.

"Don't cry, the whole face is like a cat." The little face was dirty, still soiled, and teardrops that slipped down his cheeks, pathetic, indescribable and touching, Si Yiming's The heart softened instantly. He reached out and gently wiped the dirt from her face.

Only then did Warnya realize her true embarrassment, staring at a pair of water-filled eyes, with Jiao Yan: "You are a cat, your family is a cat."

Si also laughed.

Wen Xinya, raising her fist and trying to punch her, but thinking that he was still injured, she was reluctant to do anything, staring at him with shame and anger: "Don't laugh."

On the contrary, Si Yizhang smiled even more recklessly, and the wave-shaped skeletons revealed from his bones made Wen Ya so annoyed: "I said no to laugh!"

Si Yizhang reached out and pulled her into her arms, rolled over and directly pressed her under her body, moving swiftly, with a strong force that was irresistible and irresistible.

Nuan Ya quickly reached out and refused: "Don't, you still have injuries!"

Si Yizhang reversed the Wen Xinya, let her kneel and crawl on the bed, stretched out her hand to open the complicated and delicate straps on the back: "I hurt my arm, it does not affect the performance of the body."

Such a small injury seemed to him like a finger scratched slightly with a knife, and she actually made such a trivial matter.

Warm and ya felt that the entire back was exposed to the air, and her heart was anxious and shy: "But you are still dripping!"

In fact, the resistance in her heart was not so strong. God knew her heart, how regretful he was at this time, and he had rejected his courtship in the car before. At this time, this kind of desire was still welcomed, just because he was worried about his injury .

"I'm injured, and I'm still dripping, so baby, you need to cooperate with me." Si Yizhen was already pulling off the complicated dress on her body. Of course, because of the urgent relationship, the piece was valuable and unique in the world. His dress was torn to pieces, and the pieces of debris on the ground were simply unbearable.

The Wen Xinya reason shattered little by little, but her broken voice still persisted: "The doctor said that you must not do strenuous exercise recently, so as to prevent the wound from cracking ..."

Si Yizhang's big palm gently rubbed her soft waist, and felt her body trembling under his movements, and could not help laughing: "Can't do severe injuries, then we won't be intense soon. "

Wen Xinya, racking her brains, she suddenly said, "But I haven't taken a shower yet, and my body is dirty."

What excuse is this, Si Yizhen can't help but smirk: "Rest assured, I must be dirtier than you."

There was blood on his body.

For a while, Warm and Ya seemed to find no other reason for refusal, and her mind was confused.

Soon, the two met.

When the Wen Xinya body is exposed to the cool air, it becomes extremely sensitive, and its reason collapses completely: "焱 ..."

"I haven't been able to make a pair of bright ghosts with you in **** before, now ... how about we are happy to ascend to heaven?" Si Yizhen's body was stacked on her thin ridged back, rubbing her lightly with her body Ruyu's back, but her mouth contains her earlobe, wanton choking, sucking, pulling, biting, rapid and heavy breathing, slowly entering her ear hole.

"Okay!" Replied warmly and tremblingly, her puffing voice, with a gentle groan.

Si Yizhen kissed her ears softly and landed on her back. Her back was thin and thin, without bones, her bones were even and beautiful, and her bones were perfect like the art of jade carving, especially on her back. A pair of beautiful butterfly bones, when stretched out, are gorgeous and beautiful like phoenixes spread their wings when stretched out, and when they are closed, they are like the gracefulness of butterflies when they spread their wings.

"Uh ..." Wen Xinya crawling on the bed, her face buried in the soft pillows, her beautiful hands twisting the sheets under her body, her body trembled, Wei Jiaorou, just like autumn and winter seasons, hanging on the branches The delicate flowers on the head are beautiful, fragile, and stubborn, waiting for the oncoming storm.

Si Yiming bit her soft waist gently, ambiguous with a vague voice: "I can't stand it?" Then his body overturned her back: "So how to bear it, what's next ..."

"Don't ..." Wen Ya hasn't responded yet, then ... belongs to the scorching of the male, with the unstoppable sharpness, the sharpness in the past, the indestructible hardness, pushing up her body, and in the slight tingling of her In the fit, opened the love. Prologue.

Posture is not that uncomfortable stallion position, but the most primitive, most traditional, and most ancient instinct of human beings at the beginning of the world.

When he was confused, he heard him ask her, "Do you like it?"

She responded instinctively: "Like."

I really like it.

Si Yizhen also laughed: "I like it too!"

This primitive instinct allows him to abandon all manners and shame, and indulge the man in the bloodline ****!

Yes,****!

A beast called desire is hidden in the heart of every man. He is usually restrained under clothes because of ritual shame, and once undressed, the beast will struggle to come out of it and become a substantial action.