Chapter 141-144

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My love is more real than the country (141)

Zhou Min raised her head with difficulty, turned sideways and exchanged lips and tongues with Yan Sui, feeling each other's breath at this moment, and on the other side, she let go of the hand that had been holding the quilt tightly. , reached under the body, held one end of the cock that was going in and out between the legs, clamped the legs suddenly, held the palms tightly, and buckled the top of the glans at the naked eye. Yan Sui only felt that the entire cock was connected to the glans. Feeling numb and trembling, when Zhou Min was stirred up by Yan Sui and squirted out a large amount of semen again, Yan Sui bit Zhou Min's lower lip and groaned, suppressing a low growl on his lips, and his cock was in Zhou Min's hand. His legs twitched under the pinch, until burning heat bloomed in his palms...

The wooden window was wide open, the morning light was dim, and the fine dust in the air was flying in the light and shadow.

The people on the bed were stacked on top of each other, hugging each other tightly as if they were one body, making people unbearable to disturb them.

Yan Sui's breathing was heavy and hot in his ears, and Zhou Min lay on the bed as weakly as after a big battle.

Her eyes were gleaming, her cheeks were a deep pink, her neck was also red, her chest had finger marks blue and red, and her back was dotted with stars. She was rising and falling, gasping for breath, and was hugged tightly by Yan Sui from behind. In his arms, there was no strength left in his body to resist.

The cock was a little weak. After Yan Sui calmed down his breath, he gently bit her shoulder, neck, and ear. He felt that even though his meal was all vegetarian meat, he could still be considered a hearty meal.

After he had finished eating, he still asked vaguely, "Your Majesty, are you still hungry?"

He asked in a confused manner. Zhou Min was so exhausted by Yan Sui that even if he listened, he still couldn't. It was as if she didn't understand through a thin layer of veil. She didn't dare to answer, for fear that if she answered wrongly, she would suffer a big loss again. She just bit her lip and pretended not to hear anything.

The mattress beneath her head was the mattress that had just been put on yesterday. The thin mattress was still smelling of the delicate fragrance last night, but at this time she couldn't smell it at all. Her nose was full of the smell of the two people's sweat mixed together. .

Her mind was filled with smoke and she couldn't think of anything.

By the time I woke up completely, it was already noon.

Not counting that Yan Sui had finished washing up early, he helped Zhou Min wipe her body carefully, then carried her to the imperial concubine's lounge chair, letting her lie half on his chest, with a thin quilt covering her body, while he held her in his arms. He looked at her, leaning on the chaise longue that could accommodate two people, holding a book and reading it carefully.

The other hand went around her back, and moved through her hair that was spread over her shoulders, like a hand comb, with gentle and delicate movements.

Every subtle movement of Zhou Min could not be hidden from Yan Sui. Just when Zhou Min opened his eyes and nuzzled in Yan Sui's arms, the voice above his head came softly.

"Are you awake?"

Zhou Min then noticed that she was nestled in Yan Sui's arms and half lying on the chaise longue. When she raised her head, she saw Yan Sui looking down at her softly, and for a moment he remembered what they had done in the morning. , with a bang, blush gradually appeared on his face.

Yan Sui laughed out loud, put the book in his hand aside, picked him up with both hands, looked at him, and said jokingly, "Your Majesty, are you being shy? Remember when you were on the Golden Throne for the first time? , Have you never seen your Majesty look so shy? Now I have been eaten by your Majesty inside and out, and you are so embarrassed!"

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