Chapter 23 (1/2)
When Mu Xiyao saw the beauty of Shuangyan pool, she immediately exclaimed. The whole Shuangyan pool is three feet square, all made of jade and blue stone. On one side of the pool is covered with fine fur and the other side is covered with bamboo cold board. There are complete sets of tables and chairs and large soft beds for rest. There are all kinds of things for living on the couch. Even the bronze mirror dressing table is available. When Mu Xiyao saw the collapse, he knew Zong Zhenglin's mind. He couldn't help turning his head and taking a look at him.
The warm water in the pool is milky white. According to Zong Zhenglin, it is the health soup added to the palace. The petals of qianyecao, which Mu Xiyao likes, float on the water.
Zong Zhenglin holds Mu Xiyao in his arms and sits down on the cool chair. He first gives her a cup of warm water. This is a small habit of Mu Xiyao that I learned last time in another hospital. Just waiting for her to swallow down, Zong Zhenglin bent down and down, with plump and watery lips. Two people embrace in the same place, body close, lips and teeth intertwined, smacking sound.
At first, Zong Zhenglin was still tender and affectionate. Later, he couldn't stand the disturbance of Mu Xiyao's little tongue. If he rolled her up, he was a kiss. His breath was short and his chest was undulating.
Mu Xiyao's whole body is soft and boneless. He only leans on Zong Zhenglin's chest, grabs his lapel with both hands, and hits Zong Zhenglin's chest with burning breath, which makes his back stiff and his abdomen tense.
”Your Highness, how will I serve you in the bath?” Mu Xiyao asked breathlessly.
Zong Zhenglin directly picked up the person and went to the edge of the pool and put her down gently. Unexpectedly, Mu Xiyao's feet fell to the ground, unable to stand firm at all, they went down. Zong Zhenglin quickly took her slender waist with one hand and rubbed her cheek with the other. The teasing in his eyes was obvious. ”This is that, Jiao powerless?”
Listening to the man's complacency, Mu Xiyao untied Zong Zhenglin's inner garment, slowly pulled it away, and gently rubbed his fingertips across the man's chest. She said softly, ”my concubine is not as strong as your highness.” the tone was high, and her eyes looked at Zong Zhenglin's arched crotch, then moved away shyly, and her face was pretty red.
Zong Zhenglin was teased by her small hands and eyes. He took a deep look at the woman's coquettish appearance and dragged her into the pool.
Zong Zhenglin is tall and straight, and his figure of practicing martial arts all the year round is perfect. Mu Xiyao stood behind him, holding up the pool water with her small hand, and gently washed his back. However, he saw a scar extending from his left shoulder to his right waist. Mu Xiyao's fingertips slowly depict the old scar, which makes Zong Zhenglin tremble.
”Your Highness, will it still hurt?” Again and again, repeatedly stroking the belly.
”He was assassinated at the age of seven, and he has been well.” Short description, but listen to Mu Xiyao heart some sour. For children in the palace, there is a saying that ”there is no childhood.” I grew up in all kinds of privacy since I was a child. I may die at any time. It's really sad.
Mu Xiyao's lips touch, as if with care, the tip of the tongue along the scar, slowly kiss and down.
Zong Zhenglin gasped heavily and pulled people to his body. Mu Xiyao's clothes are stained with water. The outline of her chest and the color of her top are at a glance. Zong Zhenglin's Fengmu eyes closed slightly, and with a little force on his hand, he tore off the Mu Xiyao lining, leaving only the bright red belly pocket tightly attached to the white porcelain carcass.
”Your Highness, you haven't cleaned up yet ～” the little woman's trembling protest, Zong Zhenglin slightly restrained himself, held Mu Xiyao in his arms, and walked over a few steps, sitting on the steps and letting her wait on her.
With Zong Zhenglin's burning sight, Mu Xiyao's snow-white catkin caresses her strong muscles, and occasionally rubs her allergy, which only makes Zong Zhenglin's eyes more and more profound.
With her little hand touching her abdominal muscles, Mu Xiyao raised her head and saw Zong Zhenglin's laryngeal knot rolling slightly. With a bad heart, she put out her tongue and put it together with a thick smile when she left. Zong Zhenglin used to lead her, but now his whole body is agitated. All the fire and heat rush down to her body, which causes some pain.
Holding Mu Xiyao's hand, Zong Zhenglin took her to help him untie his trousers. He coaxed him with soft words and said, ”I'm not afraid. Good, move. ” Then he held Mu Xiyao's small hand and stroked it up and down.
Zong Zhenglin is excited. The scene in his dream is now half finished. He stays in the evening The more you think about it, the more you can't stand the fire in your body. With the other hand, you immediately pull away Mu Xiyao's last shelter, and lean over.