The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

Is it okay now?

Di Shiyin waved the wine glass casually, leaned over and pressed her onto the bed

A slight flinch appeared in Feng Qingyu's eyes, and she raised her hand against his chest: "Master...Master"

Di Shiyin looked down at her, the candlelight danced in his eyes, like stars in the deep night sky, he didn't speak, just raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her quietly waiting for her to speak. 【

His eyes were firmly locked on her face, quietly, but persuasively. [

Feng Qingyu was almost on fire under his gaze, and the heat waves on her pretty face exploded. She panicked, and suddenly touched a certain place on her body with one hand, and unexpectedly came out.

There are thirty or forty paintings in the stack: "Master, I still have some paintings here, please comment..."

Di Shiyin: "..." Let him comment on the paintings on the wedding night?What was his little wife thinking?She is still running away?escape from what?Still can't accept him?

He looked at her for a long while, then finally let go of her body, lay down on his side, and slightly closed his eyes: "Sleep." Although his blood was boiling, he would not force her

Since she still can't accept it, then he can only wait

Anyway, 500 years have already passed, and I don't care about waiting a little longer.

It's not that he is not disappointed, but as long as she can stay by his side so that he can always see her and protect her, he can feel at ease

With a wave of the hand, the candles on the table were extinguished, and the room was plunged into darkness

The ambiguous atmosphere flowing in the room gradually faded away, and only each other's quiet breathing could be heard in the night

Feng Qingyu: "..." She also knew that what she did just now was a bit silly, but she was really a little scared...

She paused for a while in the dark, pursed her lips, stretched out her hand and quietly hugged his arm: "Master, are you angry?"

I'm not angry, but I'm really disappointed. No matter who gets rejected on their wedding night, they will feel bad, not to mention Di Shiyin, who has endured for more than 500 years...

Her warm body was slightly pressed against him, making his blood that had calmed down just now tend to boil again. His body froze slightly, and he pulled out his arms calmly, moved his body slightly to the side of the bed, and sighed softly. One voice: "No, it's getting late, go to bed." If she gets closer to him, he really won't be able to lie down. If he doesn't force her down, he will go out to accompany Feng Xiaoxun to take a cold bath...

Feng Qingyu: "..." She also froze slightly. In fact, she didn't want to reject him, but there was still a little shadow in her heart...

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