Gu Xijiu's heart beat faster, and she felt in a daze that she and he were indeed husband and wife, and she never really resisted his advances, and she also longed for him.
However: "But it's in the wilderness here."
"Stupid, this is the wilderness.
Isn't this our bedroom?"
He hugged her sideways.
Her light blue clothes were messy, just like her messy heart.
She subconsciously looked around and suddenly choked.
This is in her own palace in the lower world.
Familiar furniture, familiar screens, familiar bed tents, familiar beds The layout of her bedroom has never changed over the years.
Mu Feng and the others felt that the decoration of her bedroom was too monotonous.
For example, the screen had no paintings, the bed tent was a single color, and there was not even a single painting on the walls.
Such a plain house really doesn't look like the house where the Holy Lord lives.
They wanted to rearrange her, but she refused.
Although she didn't like the style of the palace, she subconsciously didn't want anyone to touch the tables and stools inside, as if she wanted to keep something.
Over the years, when she returned to the lower realm, she would stay in that palace, and she had long been accustomed to the layout inside.
So now she can recognize it instantly.
Although he recognized it, the layout here was obviously different from the original one.
There are more colors on the screen, with misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River and small bridges and flowing water.
It seems that in the blink of an eye, people can enter the scenery in the painting and travel with their lovers under an umbrella.
There are also hand-painted paintings on the bed tent, with fields of lotus leaves, fish playing in the midst, and a line of egrets accompanying them to the horizon.
The originally monotonous bedroom suddenly became more colorful, as if a black and white painting suddenly came to life, with the most realistic and moving colors.
Her heart started to beat, and she suddenly felt that this palace was now the taste it should be, making her feel like home.
Home, she hasn't had this concept for a long time.
Of course, her daze was only for a moment.
Because the next moment she was pressed onto the bed by him A fierce kiss that seemed to melt each other, thundering heartbeats, movements that seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, and messy breathing.
Her mind was pounding, her whole body felt weak, and her heart felt sour.
At this moment, she couldn't remember anything.
She just subconsciously responded to him and felt him, as if this was a daily routine between her and him.
Naturally, she would not put up any resistance and would accept his entry, his invasion, and everything about him.
The moment he held her and sent her to the top, she trembled and called out his name: "Fuyi" "Pa" She didn't know what she hit with her hand, she shuddered and opened her eyes.
In front of me is a pale white tent, a pale white quilt, and the night pearl inside the clam shell on the table outside the tent is half-dark and half-dark.
The sky has become brighter, and the window paper shows a light cyan white.
Gu Xijiu was covered in sweat, and the moment she opened her eyes, she almost didn't know what night it was.
After a while, she woke up and couldn't help but touch her cheek.
Cheeks are burning, heartbeat is thundering Oh my God, she was having an erotic dream It was still an extremely real erotic dream, as if it had really just happened.
She even remembered every step of his fierce battle with her She's obviously still a virgin She sat there, feeling that her whole body was still sore and her face was burning.
How could she have such a dream?
Could this dream be a true reappearance of her and Huang Tu’s past?
No, the face of the person in the dream: