The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 33:

The more Ming Ci knelt beside the bed, just like every day and night who kept vigil for him, he was modest and decent, his upper body was straight as loose, and he didn't show the slightest rush of embarrassment.

But Ji Zheng couldn't accept this kind of thing.

It was the first time for this body in both the previous life and this life.

The first time I was poisoned like this, the first time my body and desires were out of my control, the first time this happened with another person... this kind of muddy, messy, dirty thing.

Unluckily, he had to call this person, "Uncle Huang..."

The young Qingzhi's voice whirled, and the tail sound dragged long down feathers, immersed in the wet cry, and it was hard to hear.

Where is the uncle detoxifying him, this is obviously adding a fire. Those pecks and kisses are dense and dense, like a light rain, hitting the tip of every small branch with no light or heavy.

Ji Zheng's eyes widened in a daze, he subconsciously grabbed the uncle and wanted him to let go. But Uncle Huang seemed to be wrong, and suddenly approached him under the pressure of that hand.

"Dirty..." Mosquito's voice was weak.

He didn't understand, how could a person with such a clean, chaste and immaculate nature be able to kneel down and do this kind of shit.

It was all forced by him, forced by him with imperial power, and forced to drag Mingyue from the sky into the quagmire, degenerating and sinking.

He really is a good and bad emperor.

Even his own guards, princes, and uncles refused to let go.

It's snowing outside, and it's snowing inside.

Ji Zheng's forearm lay across his eyes, he didn't say a word, he just cried.

He didn't dare to lower his head to look in front of Ming Ciyue, he just tried his best to bite his lower lip, trying to use pain to numb such a filthy self, to dilute the physical pleasure and shame in his brain, impulse and humiliation. endure.

Someone forcibly broke his teeth.

Suddenly, there was a small cat's cry from the couch, and the end sound was slightly raised.

Ji Zheng cried even more, she was out of breath, burping while crying.

"Don't bite your lip."

The more Mingci left, he coughed a few times uncontrollably and took a deep breath, his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound, "Your Majesty... Did this minister hurt you?"

Ji Zheng shook his head sharply.

"Is the minister serving poorly?"

Ji Zheng shook his head halfway, recovered, removed the arm resting on his eyes, couldn't hold back his breath, burped twice, red and swollen eyes, nodded slightly, and shook his head again.

This kind of broken question, nodding and shaking his head is not right.

As a male, no one can suppress their nature and refuse such a thing, and let the future emperor kneel and bow his head, which can almost make everyone's sense of conquest and satisfaction reach the threshold.

The sense of pleasure spreads around like a small electric current, and it seems like ten thousand ants are eating bones. He doesn't want to let the uncle leave like this, and wants to greedily ask the kneeling person for more...

Ji Zheng couldn't say a word, only wet and hazy eyes, sobbing and bowing his head and looking at Ming Ci more and more.

"What are you looking at... hiccup... no, no staring at me!"