Shen Biying

After her arm got better, Xiao Yueshen couldn't wait to take Xie Shuying back to Prince Ning's Mansion.

It wasn't for government affairs, or to track down the news about the mastermind of the assassin that day.

It was the day when Qu Ningyan needed medicine.

In Xie Shuying's view, such a reason for hurting people was already common.

She will no longer be whimsical to divide this man's love and concern for Qu Ningyan.

That's a fool's dream.

In the Chunhui courtyard, inside the red palace gauze lantern, there are expensive night pearls.

The room is full of beautiful dark red, these beautiful and hazy tones, like a newly married, in Shuying's eyes, it is extremely ironic.

"Drink the medicine." As usual, Xiao Yuechen handed the poison to Shuying.

Shuying had cold eyes, took it generously, and leaned down, as if drinking tears of pain, she could see her future in ruins.

It's not as cold and heart-wrenching as before, only full of bitterness.

He put a candied date into her lips.

A slap and a mouthful of candied dates, she used to be happy with it.

But now, Xie Shuying was no longer tempted by such a sweet-hearted move, and she took off her clothes and went to the bed with a cold face.

Xiao Yue Shen looked at her cold and alienated appearance, frowned slightly, and stood in front of the couch, hesitating to speak.

"Why are you dawdling? If it doesn't work, go to Feng Qi for some medicine that can do it." Yuanyang was urged by the woman inside to tear off her body restraint by herself, and mocked it by the way.

The man with a dark face and chest full of anger, tore off the tent and got into the tent.

The robes were quickly thrown out of the tent, overlapping layers in the dim light.

Mandarin ducks are undulating like waves.

Shu Ying thought he would get straight to the point, but he gently kneaded her soft body and guided her patiently.

On the couch, he had never been so serious.

The turbulent breath intertwined, Shuying's soft lips were grabbed by him, and she sucked them carefully.

In this lingering kiss, Xie Shuying felt longed to be cherished, and she had the illusion of being loved again.

I can't help but use my body to respond.

Even though she knew she would be disappointed and discouraged, she couldn't help but love him.

The man's whole body was hot, and he kissed more violently and crazily, and his waist thrust forward impatiently.

With a tender moan, the love and hatred were rubbed into each other's bones.

Desiring to be satisfied, Xie Shuying was too afraid of the pain after love.

She supported his dangling arm, and said with a sneer, "It's just to get blood for the medicine primer, why bother to pretend to be so affectionate, I'm not afraid to make a fake show and show true feelings."

The words couldn't be clearer, but her heart is still piercingly painful, and she is still obsessed with loving him without regret, why?

He stopped his waist and pressed it tightly against his soft body, his breath was rapid, and his words were harsh and mixed with uncontrollable trills, "Isn't the love between husband and wife just made, not to mention that Ningyan is weak and can't toss about at all. I am a very normal man, I have to find someone to torment, you, don't think too much, more often, I will treat you as a smoke."

She just stared into his eyes, his eyes were not as calm as water, only the emotion surging in the dark night was boiling in the deep eyes.

Suddenly, he buried his head into her snow-white neck, and his waist slowly penetrated.

Panting deeply, she couldn't suppress the joy in her body.

With her legs entwined, hugging her waist, she smiled sarcastically, "Occupying my body, facing my appearance, treating me as her, which one of the man's words is true and which one is false."

"Whether it's true or not, you are my woman. You will be under my pressure for the rest of your life. Are you happy?" His movements were no longer reckless and arrogant, and his strength was well controlled.

At this time, Xie Shuying's arms became tighter and her voice became more lingering and soft than ever before.

With a groan, the daughter called out, "Do you have a truth to me?"

It doesn't matter whether it's true or false, the reflection of his body is so frank.