Today is the wedding banquet. Yaoying is dressed up and bright, she washes her makeup before going to bed, she still wears the clothes from the banquet, she is still wearing the banquet clothes, she is so beautiful that the flower branches are overshadowed by the satiny gauze. White ground wrapped with lotus and gold beaded silk.

Untied the laces, inside the shirt was a thin myrobalan embroidered with lotus flowers. The thin shirt had long been soaked in spring water and clung to the body.

The lotus is cold and noble, the petals are full of pink, the holy white lotus is stained with amorous feelings, and the petals tremble charmingly.

I am ashamed of dusty eyes, seeing this Qiong Yaoying.

The lotus flower stretched in his palm.

Tamara Gya's cold eyes stopped for a moment on the gorgeous flower stamens, her eyes deepened, and she leaned over.

He tasted it gently, lingeringly, and forcefully, as if drinking a good cup of tea, as if tasting the sweetest prickly honey.

Yaoying trembled more severely, feeling a little ashamed and unable to control it.

She was too careless.

With Tamaragarh's temperament, he must be prepared for what he wants to do. Even such things will be seriously studied with expressionlessness...

She still remembered that when he helped him for the first time, he was drenched and frowned, biting her hair, solemn, forbearing, fragile, contradictory, longing, and helpless, letting her tease and whisper her softly. His name, she didn't even dare to kiss her, and now she felt that she was about to melt on him...what did he study...

"You lied to me……"

She endured the bite-like tingling pain and the corners of her eyes were red.

I thought he hadn't fully mastered the exercises.

Tamaraga let go of her and raised her eyes, the blue eyes filled with desires that shouldn't have appeared in his eyes.

"I didn't lie to you... I've been to Tangquan to adjust my breath today, it's okay..."

He adjusted his breath in the hot spring to completely suppress the exercises, so he dared not touch her too much on the way back.

Yaoying took the opportunity to hold his face, pressed his hand hard, pressed him against the edge of the pool, blocked his mouth, kissed him hard, hooked his tongue, and waited for him to wrap her teeth, biting his tongue with both hands. Going down, tore the belt around his waist.

At a glance, she was flushed and lost for a moment.

...

Tamara Jia just hugged and kissed her, wading to the front of the jade step **** next to the pool, and placed her on the warm and smooth jade, covering her hot palms from her neck to her snowy shoulders. Back, slide down inch by inch.

It's like picking a lotus patiently, and gently poke the petals apart.

She trembles in his palm, her long hair is loose, her face is sweating, her body is clean and shiny, except for the string of prayer beads he gave her on her arm.

His Buddha, his bright moon.

A faint blue color flicked across Tamaraga's eyes.

Leaving the spring water, the heat became more and more intolerable, Yaoying's eyes were full of water, her body was soft and weak, she couldn't get up, her hands were still hooked on his shoulders, she unconsciously coquettishly, completely trusted.

The corner of Tan Moroga's mouth was slightly tilted, she pulled her hand away, and kissed from the tip of her finger, with the back of her hand, arms, snow shoulders, and her body propped on top of her, kissing her neck, slowly descending.

Water drops rolled on the snow-white skin, peach blossom-like color.

His kiss slipped so far.

...

Did not stop.

After a while, a strange current suddenly spread all over her body, Yaoying trembling uncontrollably, straightened up and pushed Tamaraga's broad shoulders.

He detained her, beyond doubt.

He has seen a pool of white lotus in Chang'an, graceful and graceful, not like a vulgar object in the world.

Now, he is holding a blooming lotus, and peeling off the pink and tightly clustered lotus petals one by one, and the sweet scent is spreading out, and the rich and rich, wrapped him in it.

Tamara Gha arched her back, bowed her head, and reverently pleased the lotus flower.

From the inside out, the most intimate, the most direct, the most primitive intrusion and flattery.

Yaoying's mind was blank, no matter how hard she was to suppress her voice, her breathing became soft, her feet stretched straight, and only his head could be seen in the dimness, dizzy, swaying, like floating in the clouds.

The cold Buddha beads reminded her that the person in front of her was Tamara Gha.

...

The lotus trembles violently, faltering, and blooms completely.

Youxiang bursts.

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Yaoying buried her face in his chest and opened her mouth to bite him. She didn't have much strength, so she still bitten a few times unconvinced.

He seemed to be chuckling, his chest trembling lightly, leaning over, and touching her forehead.

Sweat fell from between his eyebrows, burning Yaoying, and the arms supporting her bulged.

She raised her hand to cling to his tight back, trying to get up to press him, and fumbled with one hand, she liked to look at him.

Tamaraga trembled, hugged her tightly, her voice dull, and whispered: "Don't get up, then you will feel uncomfortable..."

With strong hands, she pushed back the girl who wanted to struggle to get up.

Yaoying shivered slightly, relaxing her body.

It felt too torturous and too uncontrollable, but he didn't dare to be impatient and waited a little bit for her to adapt.

This is not enough.

Not enough to ease his depression, not enough to make up for his suffering.

Everything around him disappeared, only her in his eyes, her autumnal eyes, sweaty red face, and soft and sweet lips.

Excitement and urgency vie for first, he tried his best to endure, but he still couldn't control it.

After reading more books and really tasted it, he realized that what he wrote down was only fragments of fragments, which were of no use.

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Now that you have entered the red dust, then you want the most blissful enjoyment in the red dust.

She cried with tears all over her face.

Tamara Gha leaned over, pecked and kissed her damp face, patient, gentle and strong.

Yaoying couldn't cry.

The candlelight was dim, and the densely hanging felt curtain was stirred by the night breeze coming in from the gap, shaking slightly, and the spring water in the pool was shining with candlelight.

The water vapor evaporates and diffuses.

...

The jade of the dome vaguely reflects the scene by the pool. The man's naked back and thighs are arched with neat lines, sweat is dripping, and the luster is alluring. A pair of dazzling white lotus arms clung to his shoulders and wrists. A string of moon-like Buddha beads shook his tight shoulders one after another.

The ultimate torture is also the ultimate happiness.

I don't know how long it took, Yaoying's consciousness became chaotic again, she was extremely tired, and her long hair was messy, sticking to her face wet.

He is still plundering vigorously.

...

The hands holding her waist tightly were shockingly hot.

Tears flickered in the corners of Yaoying's eyes, feeling that his muscles were tight and swollen. She hugged him tightly, her red lips were slightly opened, and she cried in his ear: "Mage...I want you..."

Tamara Gha straightened his whole body uncontrollably, groaning.

Greed and desire, body and soul, love and desire.

I gave everything to her.

...

He still pressed her down, gasped and kissed her.

Yaoying almost fainted, lying lazily, feeling being hugged into the hot spring pool in the mist, humming softly between her nose, and reaching out to pat him.

Tan Moroga hugged her and said in a low voice: "Stop making you trouble, go to sleep."

With that said, he still hugged her for a while, hugged her back to the dormitory, helped her put on a veil, sat next to her, and wrung her soaking long hair with the veil.

The thick satin hair slid between his fingers.

The sleeping hall was wide and quiet, Yaoying hugged the jade beauty, and slept comfortably, feeling that he was too hot next to him, so she moved a little aside.

Tamara Gha leaned over and kissed her, "Mingyue Slave, don't drive me away tonight, okay?"

Although it was a question, he had already made up his mind.

Knowing this, Yaoying still gave a cooperative hum, rolled over and stayed away from him.

Before falling asleep, she said in a daze, "Don't wake me up tomorrow."

He exhorted again, "Go to bed early..."

Tan Moroga lay on the other side of the bed, looking at her back from Sina, and responded without sleeping.

The tulle couldn't hide the marks he had left on her.

He concealed the impulse in his body, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

Outside the window, there is a light cage like frosty moon.

Yaoying slept soundly, and when she woke up, there was a floating blue light on the floor of the bed, covered with a thin blanket, and her pillow was empty.

Tamara Gha has gone out.

She sat up, her body was sore and aching, and she frowned and hissed.

With the sound of footsteps, a figure strode over by the window, covering the sunlight from the window sash, spreading his arms to support her waist, and gently rubbing her arm with his fingers.

Surrounded by the scent of submerged water on his body.

It turned out that he didn't go out, just sitting at the window reading a book.

Tamara Gha grasped the strength very well, Yaoying leaned on his shoulders and let him take care of him, letting him take a sigh of relief, her gaze swept across the bookcase under the window, the unfolded scroll on the case, white .The exquisite lotus gold-patterned paper, at first glance, is most of the Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures.

Wangsi accidentally found a large number of Bayeux Sutras, which were well preserved, but the contents were obscure and difficult to understand. The monks in the temple asked him to copy and study together.

Tossing for so long last night made her unable to parry, and got up early this morning to study the Buddhist scriptures seriously...deserved of him.

He rubbed her shoulders with warm palms, moved closer, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

His voice was dull, and the question was gentle and open.

Yaoying suddenly remembered what he looked like last night, turned over, threw herself on him, and fell down under him, with both hands directly getting in through the robe he was wearing.

His body is not so hot anymore, his skin is warm and firm, with strength hidden, he looked up at her with a smile, clasped her hand, and kissed her finger: "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

His eyes stopped in one place.

Yaoying followed his gaze and lowered her head, and found that her clothes had long been unraveled, piled loosely on her waist, and everything else was barely visible.

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