Chapter 2 Looking at the West Cheng Mingzhen was startled by his cousin's bold movements, and quickly withdrew his hand.
He had held that wet cheek countless times in his dreams, but in reality, the last contact was before the age of eight.
The force from his wrist was unexpected, and Xiao Xinghua grabbed his wrist tightly, his knuckles turned white, as if he was holding a life-saving straw.
"Seven masters, let me serve you for the rest of my life" she emphasized over and over again, tears still flowing in her eyes, but the air flow exhaled was hot.
The original words of the seven-master cuckoo are: "If you don't sleep with him once, he will not be willing for the rest of his life."
I will fulfill you, but you yourself had better remember your own status" The first part of this sentence was too embarrassing, and she couldn't repeat it truthfully to Cheng Mingzhen.
In my memory, there has never been a woman as rough as the Seven Masters talking.
But in retrospect, those rough words were like a flame, burning her so much that she forgot where she was.
"The seventh master asked you to come and sleep for me" Cheng Mingzhen became more and more surprised, and he was unable to withdraw his hand for a while.
He knew that Du Juan was bold and spicy, but he didn't expect Du Qi to be so shocking as the world.
Before he could figure out which bastard had taught Cuckoo to do this, Xiao Xinghua's body followed the force of his retracting arm, and her flaming red lips were tightly gagged against his mouth.
As if countless suns were exploding in front of him, Cheng Mingzhen instinctively closed his eyes.
The scorching flame ran down the lips and down the throat, through the neck, through the stomach and intestines, all the way into the depths of the soul.
He felt that he was ignited, his body became stiff, and his hands and feet who had practiced martial arts did not obey the call.
Completely instinctively, he clenched his arms and hugged the warm fragrant nephrite.
In his senses, there was a low cry At this time, reason is always defeated.
Soon, the two of them rolled together.
The candles in the room were jumping, but the flame of the dancing candles was far less than the flame in the depths of the heart.
It was mine, it was mine.
Countless reasons overlap in the dark, like a trumpet from the ancient wilderness.
The occasional soft sound could not stop the stormy waves, only to make the horn more and more wild.
Xiao Xinghua's body has just been washed, and it still has a faint smell of soap.
Her body was soft and firmly attached to it, so hot that you couldn't breathe.
His arms loosened uncontrollably, and Cheng Mingzhen reached out to untie the clothes that were in the way.
Xiao Xinghua smiled with tears in her eyes, and gently pulled her hand at her side, completely loosening those fetters.
When the two people were completely opposed, Cheng Mingzhen was still in a trance.
What to do next, he realized, he didn't seem to know.
I just feel that a certain part of my body is very hard and hot.
"Xinghua" He heard a trembling sound in his throat, and it was not his usual calm self at all.
Then I heard the little apricot blossom's soft response, and the hand was slowly pulled over again, sticking to the softest place in the world.
"I want you," he shouted suddenly, regardless of whether anyone outside was eavesdropping.
He was answered with a moaning and a rapid gasp.
The wind blowing from the opposite side carried sparks, and the flames that had exploded in the body became more and more vigorous.
What morality, reason, what men and women are in trouble, all flash away.
She is mine, she is mine.
No one can snatch it away Xiao Xinghua closed her eyes slightly, wanting to refuse and welcome.
At one point in her life, she seemed to be looking forward to this moment.
The waiting process is so long that the whole person gets lost in the journey.
The arm hooked Cheng Mingzhen's neck, and her wrapped lips pressed against her chest.
His legs were coiled like rattans and wrapped tightly around the waist of the tree.
The big tree that was supposed to belong to her was so sturdy, and its skin was rough as if it had been polished by Shashuo.
No, it wasn't Shashuo, it was a wound, a wound that had just healed and hadn't had time to scab over.
Suddenly, both of them paused.
Cheng Mingzhen felt pain in his back, and the tumbling flames in his body suddenly turned cold, and then exploded with a "bang" and gushed out along an exit.
Tranquility instantly returned to the room.
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The north wind blew through the treetops outside, letting out a low whimper.
The candle flame was still jumping, and the wick was only a small one.
The heat and the smoky wind were gone, and the restless soul returned to his body.
The first thing he could see, apart from the candlelight, was a puddle of stains on Apricot Blossom's body, not where he should go.
She still didn't belong to him.
At the most critical moment, a certain kind of youthfulness passed into the bottom of my heart and touched the hidden pain.
If she didn't touch it, he would rather forget the pain forever and never think about it in this life.
However, the scars are still there.
It's not that you can hide it if you hide it carefully.
It's like a flame that goes out in your body, and it doesn't mean that you can rekindle it if you want to.
Disappointment, frustration, or the outcome of what has already happened will not change.
"Little Ninth Brother" Zhu Xinghua was taken aback by the expression on Cheng Mingzhen's face, lowered her voice, and called in the gentlest tone she knew.
"Hmm," Cheng Mingzhen replied softly.
His gaze swept over the snow-white chest and the crystal carcass in turn, then smiled bitterly, reached out and took off the cloth from the basin stand next to the bed, and gently wiped the stains on Xiao Xinghua's body.
"No, not afraid.
It's okay.
"I'm afraid Cheng Mingzhen will be embarrassed.
Xiao Xinghua smiled and snatched the cloth, letting the water-soaked cloth brush over her lower abdomen.
The water was a little cold, and when it rubbed on the hot body, it immediately made many small goosebumps appear on the body.
Those little goosebumps and the water stains on them once again attracted Cheng Mingzhen's gaze, making him look blankly, and he didn't move his eyes for a moment.
"I said it's okay, little ninth brother" Xiao Xinghua was a little shy, dropped the cloth, and reached out to pick up the belly pocket that fell on the edge of the collapse.
It was made of a piece of pink silk with two beautiful mandarin ducks embroidered on it.
She stumbled the silk of her belly pocket around the back of her spine, skillfully knotted it, and then glanced at Cheng Mingzhen again, smiled, and sat on her knees.
She saw that Cheng Mingzhen's chest muscles were knotted, as hard as a rock.
Then I saw the eye-catching scars on Cheng Mingzhen's skin, crisscrossing and turning out from the surface of the skin like a baby's lips.
There were also some stick wounds that she had just touched, which were carefully blocked behind Cheng Mingzhen's back.
I thought I was hiding it well, but I didn't know that some of the scars were clearly visible without using my eyes at all.
"That's the mandarin duck you embroidered" Cheng Mingzhen didn't seem to notice that Xiao Xinghua was looking at him, so he just muttered and asked.
"Hmm" Xiao Xinghua paused and nodded slightly.
"Your craftsmanship is much better now than before" Cheng Mingzhen's voice seemed to float from the north wind, without half of the fireworks in the world.
He remembered that the last time he separated from his cousin, the other party also made a dress for himself.
There is no fit in the width and narrowness, and as soon as it is put on, it is forced to crack.
"If Brother Jiu likes it, I can embroider it in the future.
It's very simple, you can embroider it in one day" Xiao Xinghua's voice suddenly became a little flustered, and she lowered her eyes and replied.
When she raised her head, her face was full of charm again.
No longer wearing clothes, he leaned down and gently kissed Cheng Mingzhen's body with his lips.
It's still the same red lips, but it can't light the same flame again.
Cheng Mingzhen lay straight and upright, letting Xiao Xinghua do whatever she wanted.
He knew that there was nothing wrong with him, but his blood was cold little by little, and his body was gradually numb like a coffin board.
Finally, beyond the warmth of his red lips, he felt something beside him, hot, wet, running down the edge of his chest.
"Don't" Cheng Mingzhen knew that it was tears.
Raise your hand and run your calloused fingers over her face.
Her face was tender, and his fingers were as thick as whetstones.
Such comfort apparently did not help, and more tears rolled down the edges of his fingers and ran down his arm, burning his chest again.
"It'll be fine soon" Afraid that Cheng Mingzhen would be angry, Xiao Xinghua smiled hard, trying to continue to bow her head to awaken the passion in the other party's heart.
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Cheng Mingzhen held her face with calloused hands, looked into her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "You like him very much" It was never the best time to discuss it, but she couldn't escape it.
First shook his head vigorously, followed by tears, and tears rolled out of his eyes like a torrent.
"You want to beg me to let him go, aren't you" Cheng Mingzhen felt his heart sink downward, and all his ribs ached.
He was expecting a negative answer, even if it was to shake his head again.
In addition to more tears, there was a low choked voice.
"Little Brother Jiu, I" Xiao Xinghua choked like a wronged child, holding her hands outside Cheng Mingzhen's hands, refusing to let go.
"Don't be angry, I don't know, I don't know, I" It turns out that you still don't know anything, Cheng Mingzhen's eyes suddenly froze, and then they were full of mockery.
"I can't save him.
Nor will it save him.
You're dead to this heart.
Tomorrow night, I will send my uncle, my concubine and you away."
With that, he shook off the other's hand and got up to get dressed.
The choked voice of "Little Ninth Brother" finally turned into a howl.
Little Xinghua pounced and hugged his back tightly.
Tears poured down on the wound that had just healed, and it hurt like a knife.
"I won't save him, why should I save him When he harms me, can you ask him to let me live" Stimulated by the wound, Cheng Mingzhen jumped to the ground naked.
While neatly dressing himself, he cursed viciously.
"Now that he is in my hands, I have to give back all that has been inflicted on me.
If you follow it, you won't lose half a point."
I didn't expect things to suddenly change to this point.
Xiao Xinghua sat on the bed and washed her face with tears. can't blame Cheng Mingzhen for being ruthless, Qiao'er once told her in person afterwards how the Zhou family dealt with Cheng Mingzhen in the first place.
But, after all, he is her husband, although he always does some despicable and dirty things, when facing her, he rarely puts on a straight face.
Cheng Mingzhen's footsteps farther and farther away, and finally were masked by the north wind outside the window.
Xiao Xinghua knew that everything was messed up by herself, and she did it wrong, and since that night when she tore her clothes in a daze, she has not done a single thing right. failed to ask Zhou Lang for mercy, and lost his cousin's favor.
In the future, I will face a fierce and vicious seven-master, watching her talk to her cousin all day long I was feeling sorry for myself, and suddenly I heard the door of the house being gently pushed open.
Cheng Mingzhen held a torch and walked in angrily.
"Get dressed, I'll send you away tonight," he whispered, his tone cold and hideous.
Drinker's note: I remember chatting with a couple of 17k authors sometime last year about how to write a tangled relationship.
The older Chen 13 put out a text.
Things changed quickly, and the authors, who were chatting with them at the time, didn't know where they had gone to make a living.
But the words at that time left a deep memory on the drunkards
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