Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Lu Yeming's deep pupil shrank suddenly, Tian Zhijiao like him, never thought that one day would wake up in the lower position of a woman.

He rolled his throat up and down, the burning sensation behind him and the woman's stimulus made him quickly pull his eyebrows down, stretched out his palm and squeezed her soft waist, he tickled his thin lips, "What? "

What can she do to warm him up?

In this heavy winter, it was the most difficult. He had a high fever of 42 degrees, and he was cold like an ice cellar. It didn't help to hold him. She could only turn her body up and generate temperature through the friction of her skin.

This is the most primitive way of heating.

Jun Xiqing hasn't talked about love. The only thing about men and women was taught by him. It wasn't beautiful at all. Now she turned over to a man. She was somewhat shy and thought she was insignificant.

Liang Chen's little face was red and white, and the black water eyes were intertwined with purity and charming, making her look lively and fragrant.

Raising his eyes, he glanced at the man, who had an injury on his back, and a high cushion on the back. The whole person was in a lying position.

His handsome face with a crown of jade was completely white, cold sweat was still on his forehead, and curled eyelashes fell quietly on his deep eyelids. Now he is really clear and beautiful.

She had the idea of ​​bullying him.

With a high weight, Bo Yeming's Lu Yeming, even this day, fell into her hands.

Jun Xiqing raised her pretty face, and then reached out her hand to pinch his resolute jaw. "What? Of course ... Do it-you!"

"..."

As soon as Lu Yeming's eyes darkened, he felt that his lips were dry, so he stretched out his tongue and licked his thin lips. "Again, huh?"

Jun Xiqing blinked the playful Yu Jie, "You asked me to say it again, I will say it again, I don't want to lose face?"

"Oh." Lu Yeming stared at her faintly, smirking from his husky throat.

Jun Xiqing's scalp is numb. Although he is ill, he has been immersed in the battlefield for years, and when he is killed, even if he is ill, people dare not violate it.

"Just a joke with you, Lord West, your body is hot, I can go down." She was going to climb down.

But Lu Yeming's palm clasped her soft thin waist and pulled her into her arms.

Her dusty body slammed into his exquisite chest, just trying to break free, and a snoring noise came from her head.

He pulled a wound on his back.

Jun Xiqing didn't move quickly. "It doesn't depend on me. Don't get angry with me!"

Lu Yeming hugged her, and she had a small vest with a thin shoulder strap. He buried his head in her hair and sniffed the fragrance of her body. He waited for the pain in his back to ease, and then he mute. Laughing, "What the **** are you?-What am I supposed to do?"

猥 What is it?

"Lord West, I'm saving you, and if you cool down, you will die!"

Lu Yeming looked down, and her thin lips drank her soft face. "To make me warm, where did you hit me just now?"

"..."

Jun Xiqing's face flushed, but she reluctantly retorted, "The West King is really a bird's boiled nature, and it won't work if you warm it up, so I'm warm!"

Lu Yeming raised his eyebrows without refuting. He pulled over the quilt and covered them.

Jun Xiqing wants to move, and now she is all lying on his body, this posture is too embarrassing-ambiguous-nickname.

"Don't move!" He said.

Jun Xiqing froze.

Lu Yeming hugged her, a bit sick and tired from the deep eyelids, holding her as soft as jade in his arms, he narrowed his eyebrows, "Do n’t move, I ’m not the West Lord this night, you are not the king Xiqing, the disturbance outside has nothing to do with us, just hold it like this and warm each other up. "

Jun Xiqing suddenly warmed her heart, the rain was swaying outside, and the faint light was swaying inside. She lay on his arms, listening to the strong pulse from his atrium, and suddenly felt a little tired and dependent. .

No, she will not be Jun Xiqing this night.

She is only 20 years old, and she is so beautiful. If she can forget the responsibilities and burdens on her shoulders, she may live a simpler, happier life, and may gain more people's love and affection.

Unfortunately, she chose an extremely difficult path.

Jun Xiqing softened her body and lay obediently in his chest like a little **** cat.

Lu Yeming looked down at her, "In fact, you have a choice."

"Well?" She answered idly.

"Even if you let go and return to Country Z, do you want to be a female general, or even farther, to be a female president and sit on the female president? It is an everlasting height. The ordinary happiness and joy that a woman enjoys has nothing to do with you. "

"Stay by my side and I will give you everything."

Jun Xiqing looked up, and the smart water eyes looked at him, "Will you forget Sister Moer?"

Lu Yeming rubbed her little face with her fingers, Mo Er was a taboo in his heart, but I don't know when, he could talk to her so calmly.

Maybe like she said, she loves Mo Er too.

Lu Yeming shook his head calmly, "No, never."

Jun Xiqing hooked her lips and smiled.

Lu Yeming clasped her pretty jaw, "I think, I will never forget you."

He leaned forward and pressed against her forehead.

Two people's breathing was entangled, so quiet in the cold night that they could hear each other's heartbeat.

Jun Xiqing put out a small hand and hugged his neck, whispered, "Me too ..."

She will never forget him.

Lu Yeming kissed her red lips.

This time the kiss was different from the past. He kissed softly and forcefully, her hot lips rolling on her red lips, holding her little tongue.

Jun Xiqing's slender Yu Jie was so fierce that she hesitated to start responding to him, like a green fruit, without experience, but sweet and delicate, she wanted to swallow it.

Lu Yeming clasped her thin waist, and rubbed her palm with a seemingly absent palm.

The two had done that kind of intimacy, and his slight temptation made her suddenly sober.

"Don't ..."

She reached out her small hand and held his big palm.

Lu Yeming's deep eye sockets were covered with scarlet, "What's wrong?"

"There is a knife on the head of the word, so badly hurt behind you, even thought of it, die carefully on the bed!" She stared at him crimson.

Lu Yeming hooked his thin lips, and said his voice dumbly, "The more it hurts, the more I want to do, and the big death is on you, Qingqing, don't you want to?"

"..."

Jun Xiqing remembered his unhappy early-night, it was his predatory, her delicate body quickly stiffened.

"I don't want to, let go of me, I'm sleepy and want to sleep." She wanted to go down.

But Lu Yeming pulled her into his arms, he kissed her forehead ...