Husband is bad: evil president is not easy to mess with

As if on the occasion of parting, Mu Zihuang seemed even more excited, and the hard heat seemed to be stronger than usual.

Qiucao hugged his broad back, accepting his thrusts heavier and heavier each time, each time she was pushed to the deepest part of her sensitivity, Qiucao was so dizzy that her whole body muscles tensed up, an unspeakable joy felt in her The body accumulates more and more...

Mu Zihuang is not much better than her, his flushed face, black eyes full of lust, and tight thin lips all show that he is not less happy than her at the moment.

While panting, Mu Zihuang raised her legs, encircled his waist, let his avatar protrude deeper in her tenderness, and forced her to moan softly.

"Princess..." He leaned over her, and suddenly quickened his pace. The domineering force almost forced Qiucao into his chest.

The body temperature slowly rises in the more and more intense sprints, and the air slowly becomes confused in the most passionate rhythm...

After a long time...

Mu Ziyan's muscles tensed instantly, and then he collapsed on her body.

Panting was blowing in his ears, and after a while, Qiucao, who had finally slowed down, realized that her arms were tightly wrapped around Mu Zihuang's neck, and she was so ashamed that she buried her flushed face in his transparent skin. sweaty chest.

Sensing her movements, Mu Zihuang turned over with a chuckle to prevent his weight from pressing on her, and said, "Do you want to ask the maid to prepare hot water for a bath?"

This posture is so embarrassing... Besides, he hasn't backed out yet...

Qiucao's cheeks were flushed, and her hot face was buried in his chest, she didn't dare to lift it up at all, "You...don't you want to go out?"

"There is still an hour before departure."

Qiucao nodded in his arms, "Okay..."

"Wait for me at this time." Mu Zihuang nodded, holding onto her waist, slowly removed the autumn grass from her body, got up, put on her clothes, and went out.

Qiucao clutched her hot cheeks and curled up under the quilt, a slight numbness came from between her legs and lifted her, just how brazenly the part that belonged to him was rushing and demanding...

After thinking about it, the autumn grass ignited spontaneously.

While thinking wildly, the sound of the door opening came from outside the screen, followed by a rustling, it was girls who came in carrying hot water.

Qiucao got tired of the quilt and buried herself deeper.

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Originally, Mu Zihuang wanted to stay in the study for a while, but Chen Yi suddenly came to urge him, so he prepared the bathing supplies for Qiucao, and after telling her to take good care of himself, Mu Zihuang left.

In that case, how could Qiucao feel reluctant to say goodbye, wishing that he would leave as soon as possible.

>o

It was annoying when he didn't leave, but now that he really left, there was no Mu Zihuang chattering around him, and he couldn't help but feel a little lonely in his heart.

What kind of state of mind is she in?

Looking at the plum blossoms in the garden with her chin in her hands, the autumn grass feels helpless to her. Right now, there are more important things than feeling lonely... The relatives of those officials are all waiting for her to save her. How can she hide here to hurt the spring and autumn? Woolen cloth?

Xue Qiucao, for the sake of those innocent lives, you have to cheer up!

But what to do after recovering?

Qiucao was distressed.

Or, secretly send them an anonymous letter?

No no no!