The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

9.1

In her sleepy state, a hand suddenly wrapped around her. The broad palm was pressed against her belly, slowly moving upwards. The moment she opened her eyes in fear, it got into her loose collar, holding the white rabbit and moving it. breasts.

"woke up?"

The earlobe was wrapped in wetness. Shen Ni was agitated and quickly got up to hide. However, before he could get up, he was pulled back by a hand.

"Where else can you run?"

The low laughter penetrated into the ears, with arrogance and disdain, which was ear-piercing.

Shen Ni was also fully awake at this time. She endured the discomfort and allowed the hands in the collar to knead and wreak havoc. Only when her breasts were hardened by him did he slow down the intensity and caress them carefully.

The beauty's bed was not wide, so it was more than enough for her to lie on it. However, Shen Zhaodu had practiced martial arts all year round and had broad shoulders and long legs. As soon as he came up, Shen Ni could only lean into his arms and lie down. There was a burning iron on the back of her waist to support her. She couldn't tell. of discomfort.

"The Governor has a bed but doesn't want to sleep on it. Would you mind grabbing a couch with me?"

Shen Zhaodu was obviously much more shameless than she thought, and he bit back at her: "My original intention was to leave the bed to your Majesty while I sleep on the couch. It's okay if your Majesty doesn't appreciate it. How can you blame me?"

The hard object on the back of her waist moved to her buttocks and rubbed against her buttocks. Shen Ni didn't want to deal with him anymore, so she grabbed the hand holding her chest and said innocently: "I still hurt..."

There was no movement behind her immediately, but after a moment, both hands and the object were pulled away, but the arms holding her tightly remained tight.

"Go to sleep, I won't touch you."

The discomfort of being violated had mostly disappeared, but Shen Zhaodu still had no intention of leaving. He hugged her and closed his eyes. It seemed that he really wanted to sleep peacefully on this small couch.

"What are you doing," she twisted away from his arms, "go back to your bed and sleep."

"Don't move!" He held down the thigh that she wanted to kick, and opened his mouth to bite her cheek. "I will sleep with you here. If you move again, I will torture you."

Then he squeezed the hard object between her legs to demonstrate.

Shen Ni was speechless. Only then did she feel that the man behind her was a young man who was struggling in the army, not the powerful Governor Zuo.

Which powerful official would behave in such vulgar and childish ways.

With the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, Shen Zhaodu also felt tired. He buried his face in the side of Shen Ni's neck and murmured: "Go to bed early. I will take you around the Hou Mansion tomorrow and help you apply medicine. In the evening, the medicine shop It’s closed, so I can only buy it tomorrow morning.”

Shen Ni was puzzled: "What medicine?"

This time he didn't answer. The hand on her lower abdomen moved down and rubbed her flower core through her robe, which prompted her to slap the back of his hand.

"Dirty!"

The chest she was leaning against shook slightly. Shen Ni was about to make a move, but Shen Zhaodu turned her over and held her in his arms.

"I've been thinking about this day for a long time..."

The charcoal fire splashed with sparks, and Shen Ni heard the breathing of the person next to her gradually become steady, but the hand holding her did not relax at all.

Thinking of the bloody smell just now, she couldn't help but come forward and smell it, but what she smelled was the strong fragrance of rose dew.

He is deliberately covering up.

Shen Ni raised his eyes. The person in front of him had his eyebrows stretched and his sharp eyes closed. He was a little less mature and tough, but could still see a bit of the youthful spirit he had when they first met.

How many secrets does this man hide in his waking hours?

*

Shen Ni had a dream that night, dreaming that she was back to the night she slept with him for the first time.

Xiao Ling is gentle, not as gentle as a king.

As the red candle swayed, he kissed her forehead, then with his eyelids drooping out of shyness, he thoughtfully asked, "Do you want to blow out the candle?"

At that time, she and Xiao Ling had already connected with each other, but it was her first taste of Yun Yu and she couldn't help but feel shy and nodded shyly.