Tong Mingchun water's eyes deepened, and he smiled lazily without being annoyed. He reached out his hand and shook, and the hydrangea twisted around. The crowd then saw it clearly, and the hydrangea in the hands of Ming Chunshui was adorned with a red ribbon. The other end of Hung Hom was held in the hands of Ming Chunshui. He gently swung the red lotus, and the hydrangea seemed to have eyes. He swiveled around the dragon like a dragon, circling it tightly.

This is the first time men and women in Chunshui Tower have seen a red hydrangea. It seems that the landlord is bound to get this woman, this way of thinking all come up. They all sighed again and again, how could they have been so stupid before, how could they have made a red hydrangea, and wrapped around like this, to see which woman escaped.

She couldn't escape, her waist was entangled in red and densely, and the big red hydrangea hung on her chest. The bonfire was burning fiercely, and the beauty of the slightly pink fandai reflected the big red hydrangea, indescribably charming.

The soft, lingering, and cricket flute trembled and flew out the last note. Ming Chunshui lowered the flute and walked towards her slowly. Step by step, his breath shrouded up, with seductive warmth.

She had recovered from her initial shock. She raised her eyes and watched him approaching him little by little, standing in front of her.

She remembered each of their encounters. He teased his urge to narrow himself when he first met in Xuanyuan. When he met in Linjiang Tower, he and her piano and ensemble ensemble. He gave her warm care; the calmness when facing the storm at sea. Although, not every encounter was pleasant, Xie Mei Yao and the kiss on the island made her very frustrated. However, she had to admit that the man in front of her had given her countless shocks.

Talking about his humor, his laziness, his ease, his slyness, his calmness, his domineering, and even his rogue ... all shocked her heart. At this moment, she saw the petting and tenderness, and her shadow in his dark eyes.

"Is this true?" She asked, was his relationship true?

He leaned over, holding his big hands together, holding her slim hand, the arc of the lips slightly raised, and with a little force, she fell into his warm embrace.

"It's true!" His voice sounded above her head, calm and firm, and struck her word by word.

"Congratulations to the landlord, congratulations to the landlord's wife." A sentence of congratulations sounded sideways. Although many girls are jealous and envious, they are still happy that the landlord can hold a beautiful woman.

The gongs and drums rang, and everyone sang and danced around them.

The night was getting thicker, and the moonlight was just right.

Tong Mingchun water carried Seser, through the joyful crowd, and walked towards the residence behind the village. There was a faint panic in his heart, and it was known at the moment that what he said last night was "you will live here anyway." It turned out that he wanted her to live with him and live in his small building.

"Can I not live with you?" She asked lowly. Even though she was a smokeless side concubine before, but in addition to the anti-dazzling medicine, she was in fact no different from the girl in boudoir. Now asking her to live with a man suddenly, she is a little mentally uncomfortable, even if the man is her beloved.

Ming Chunshui heard the uneasiness in her words, leaning her waist, said softly, "You have accepted my hydrangea. Now that you are my wife, do you want my aunt to live alone? Are you afraid, slim guy? "

He leaned down with a sullen smile, hugged his arms around him, and walked towards his "Zuoyuelou". Selby was a little ashamed as he smiled, snuggled up in his arms, smelling the quiet bamboo scent of him, and a heart gradually bewildered.

Loose robes swayed to the ground, and as he walked, he fluttered in the night wind. His fluttering figure, through the flowers of a tree, swept across the "Yanbo Lake", went up the stairs and reached his bedroom.

The sleeping quarters of Tongming Chunshui are clean and elegant, and the light blue carpet paves the romance and elegance of the room, like a floating fairyland. The snow-white gauze is held by gold hooks, like a flowing cloud in the fairyland.

抱着 He hugged her and walked slowly to the depths of the bedroom. Every few steps, a maid put down the golden hook, the white veil fell, and danced in the room. Going inward, a cloud-like gauze screen separated them from the outside world. It seemed that in this world, he and she were the only ones.

A carved nanmu bed was displayed in front of the eyes, with a large red tent curtain, and a rosewood candlestick on the bedside of the mahogany case. The candle shadow shook red, and the flickering candle flame jumped for joy.

I opened the big red veil and saw the brocades embroidered with the waters of Ning were neatly arranged, and my heart suddenly flickered like a candle flame on the case.

Tong Mingchun Shui gently placed Seser on the bed, and the room was quiet. Only he and her could hear each other's heartbeat. Through his mask, Seir stared at the affection in Ming Chunshui's dark eyes.

"I want to see you," she put his hand on his mask, and crossed the delicate lines on the mask, said softly.

Tong Mingchun's eyes were condensed, and in the black eyes there was a complex glimmer of light. He embraced Selder tightly in his arms and smiled, "Why, are you afraid of my ugliness?"

She shivered in her arms and chuckled, "If I judge someone by appearance, how can I like you. She just wants to see what my husband is like, isn't it OK?"

Tong Mingchun Shui looked down, and from her clear eyes, she saw her deep expectations. He had never seen her so deeply expected. She had been indifferent all the time, and seemed to be indifferent to everything. This rare expectation made him unable to bear it, and he almost took off his mask. However, he knew that the consequences of his removal were beyond his control. He relented and said in a low voice: "I also want you to see me, but that year, I vowed before the **** of Montenegro, and I can't let anyone see my true face, unless, one day, I have completed my heart Vow. So ... not yet. "

I lived these days in Chunshui Tower, knowing that they were Kunlun slaves who believed in Montenegro, and the vows to the mountain gods must not be violated, and smiled at the moment: "Okay, I don't have to look at it."

Even so, there was still a trace of loss in clear eyes. Ming Chunshui looked in his eyes, and his black eyes were full of pity. He stretched out a finger, extinguished the flames of the dragon and phoenix on the wooden case, and the room was instantly dark. His warm hand took hold of her prime hand, letting her take off the mask on his face, and led her to slide across his face inch by inch.

His eyebrows, noses and noses were under her delicate fingers. Her heart was rippling a little as she stroked her fingers.

"Sir ..." He called her name, gentle and long, like countless pains and indescribable feelings, "One day, I will let you see my face."

She felt his apology and chuckled: "I will wait for you to complete your vow." Although she didn't know what his vow was, she would certainly face the unknown storms alongside him.

Tong Mingchun Shui held her and felt the tenderness in her arms. The spring tide was surging in his heart. He stretched out his fingers and slackened Luo Sang from her body. She only felt a cold body, and her heart was a little tense. She covered her chest with her hands with a bit of shame, her body trembling slightly.

He felt her helplessness and nervousness, her warm body covering her delicate body, and tightly covering her. The hot lips were close to her lips and kissed her, little by little, tender and considerate, until the tension in her heart faded. He gradually deepened the kiss, and his tongue went deep into her sandal mouth, demanding her sweetness. Then he went down, kissed her plain neck, slick cut shoulders, and stopped on the tenderness of her chest.

After a while of unbearable heat rising from Seoren's body, this strange feeling was similar to what Zeng Yao was in the middle, and she couldn't help but whisper softly. She felt like a pile of fresh snow, and he was the sun, and she was about to turn into a stream of water under his enthusiasm.

This whispered sounded like it stimulated him. His body trembled, his powerful arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, her hot skin was close to her, and his breathing became hotter and hotter. He reached up to her ears, and her thin lips bit her small earlobe. The low-pitched, dumb voice softly rang in her ears: "Sir ..." His voice seemed to be holding back something: "I'm afraid I can't control I will hurt you, I will be as gentle as possible. "

Tong Mingchun Shui seemed to know her innocence, and he held back, letting her relax very gently, until her body seemed to be a flower blown by the soft wind, fluttering petal by petal. Until her body was no longer under her control, he resisted her tenderness with the strongest part of him. He rushed in, and she couldn't help shrinking her body, and then she knew why he was afraid to hurt her.

Tonight, he is too different from the antidote for her that day. On that day, he was gentle, but it was clear that he was thinking about something, and did not have much investment, otherwise he would not leave afterwards, so freely.

Today, she can feel the dark tide in his body, which seems to have drowned his reason. His voice was hoarse and scary. And he was indeed as gentle as possible, but she still felt his wildness. He seemed to give her everything, and wished to rub her into the bones.

His forcible fleeing, making her dying. She unconsciously responded to him, floating up and down with him in the fragrant world together. The intertwined body is like two colorful butterflies dancing constantly.

The night is thick!

Asahi was born, birdsong 啾啾.

He opened his eyes, only felt that there was no soreness all over the body, and he wanted to move his body, and then he felt that his waist was still in the palm of Ming Chunshui. As soon as she moved a little, he woke up, and in the cold and deep black eyes, there was a shining light.