Playing to the death and cheating on you

"Third Prince, this is your experience in the courtyard... Hehe, as long as you write it down... Come on, write it down..."

I don’t know when the pen and paper had been prepared, and the ink was still fresh, obviously it had been sharpened not too long ago...before he came in...

The third prince's last bit of rationality inspired the greatest panic—this woman was waiting for him, waiting for him all the time—it turned out that this was an out-and-out trap. 【26nbsp;】

She pierced through his thoughts and smiled very charmingly: "You didn't expect that, did you? Third prince, I am waiting for your arrival at any time. You dream every day to arrest me and wash away your grievances. Unexpectedly, I I am also waiting for you, let you write down your crimes with your own hands... Dear prince, write, write, write down all your crimes... Write down your experience in the courtyard, the woman who was with you... Write down everything between you... Write it down, and I will give you the greatest and best enjoyment in this life... Write it down, write it down..."

Writing and grinding ink, adding fragrance to the red show, her s-shaped curve twisted, holding the writing brush, stuffing it in his hand, and then touching his trembling, incomparable longing, her hand was like a spring breeze stroking a lover's face , so gentle, so affectionate: Wang Ye, you write it, after writing it, you can enjoy the fairy-like enjoyment right away...

His whole body was so hot that he couldn't help it.

Five drums are fragrant.

For this scent, many people have died, his princess, the destruction of a small town, countless guards...even the withering of the palace...

And then, he fell under the mist again, unable to save himself...

She smiled and looked at the posture of him holding the brush—oh, that posture is so beautiful, it is more beautiful than him holding a sword, walking in the rivers and lakes, and charging into battle——

At this moment, she understood that she couldn't do without this man—not because she wanted ox immediately, but because of the psychological need for understanding—she was in a foreign land, alone, no matter what other satisfactions she had, other Ronghua, however, has no one who understands or is close to her.And this man, she will gradually train him to be a loyal slave who knows herself best.

She smiled coolly: "My lord, write it, write it, write it down, and from now on, you can stay in Sichuan, Tangmen, and my side for a long time..."

He closed his eyes in a slump, and the tip of the pen fell to the paper.

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