Playing to the death and cheating on you

Maybe it was because he hadn't slept all night, he just sat in the imperial study for a while and felt a little lack of energy, and now he didn't want to read a word of the memorial that was usually processed quickly. 【26nbsp;】

After being bored for a while, I leaned on the dragon chair and fell asleep.

It seemed that someone was slowly approaching, holding a shawl in both hands, and said softly, "Your Majesty, the weather is getting cold..."

The light was dim, her face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of veil, she stood there delicately, timidly, with a little uneasiness—but, he smelled the flame on her body——

Intense, midnight rose-like flames, burning fiercely...

she!

she!

She she her!

Why did you come here suddenly? ? ? ?

What is she here for? ? ?

However, the blazing flame on her body has swept over, just when he needed it most—when he was sleeping soundly in this midnight—like the passionate and unrestrained passion that appeared in countless midnights. woman……

"His Majesty……"

He responded in a daze, and pulled her into his arms.

The woman is silent.

The scent of wild roses rushed to the nose one after another, with a strong attack, incomparable temptation, gorgeous bloom, fiery life...

It's like her warm little hand gently stroking his strong and generous chest - this kind of burning heat almost made his whole body burn...

Leprechaun!

The little devil! !

Incarnation of a midnight monster, a little devil who came out specially to make people lose their lives...

She didn't even let him take the initiative at all, she was in charge of everything, as if she had learned it without a teacher——no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I have become a peerless master in this way, and the red lips slid across his forehead , the face, and then, fell down...

Like a glass of ice water on a June day...like a quilt on a cold winter's night...

The whole person is as soft as catkins; as soft as gauze...

How good.

Breathing is tense and sweet, and even her pounding heartbeat at this moment corresponds to his violent heartbeat - the darkness makes people addicted, and the depressive desire makes people collapse... At this time, what kind of fasting, what calling, what great benevolence All the principles of righteousness have been completely forgotten...

He finally turned over, so lingering, made the waiting people lose their patience, and also made the confinement of the night lose its restraint... He finally let himself relax in the main hall...

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