Empress Shen Gongjiao

Chapter 92

Feng Qian's eyes widened in astonishment, and her mouth was so wide that she could almost stuff an egg.

What is going on?
Why can this man be so righteous?
What is the meaning of eating her tofu while she is asleep, but still speaking in such a brazen tone of "I'm just eating your tofu, what can you do to me" after she wakes up? !

Whoa, whoa, beast!

Feng Qian shrank back to the inside of the bed, wanting to pull out her claws, but before she finished these actions, the man stopped her in a hoarse voice: "Don't move!"

Don't move around?
Damn it, who the hell is messing around now? !

"Ah..." Feng Qian's waist was suddenly hit, and she couldn't help moaning, her body twisted uncomfortably again.

The soft body made the man's breathing thicker, he frowned, and bit her neck.After she gasped for air with a "hiss", he let her go with mercy, and the tip of his tongue lightly swept over the place where he bit off just now.

"Uh...Jun Mo..."

The ambiguous silk thread was connected between the lips and tongue of the two, and the man broke her small face uncompromisingly, and gently plugged her lips.

The two leaned against each other, their fiery bodies were far warmer than the quilt, before the last string in her mind broke, Feng Qian suddenly reached out and pressed his chest against his chest, panting and shouting: "Don't... ..."

The flood has opened the floodgates, so how could such an eager "no" be able to resist?
Jun Moying's hot palms covered her lower abdomen, the palms and fingertips were covered with a thin layer of calluses that martial arts practitioners used to, sliding across the woman's soft body, making her straighten up involuntarily.

Jun Moying's face suddenly darkened.

Feng Qian panted heavily and looked up at him feebly, her eyes were full of emotion and tenderness: "I just said I don't want it..."

Jun Moying's face darkened again.

At that time, with that tone of voice, who knows what she doesn't want? !

Feng Qian lay on the bed and looked at him. She really wanted to laugh, but she had to hold back. If she really pissed off this man, she really couldn't bear it and walked away!

But the more she endured, the more distorted the expression on her face became, her lips were tightly pressed together, and her face, which had finally slowed down, turned red again.

"Hey..." Feng Qian blinked her eyes and continued to pretend to be pitiful, "Women, there are such a few days every month, how can you blame me, can you?"

Jun Moying curled his lips coolly, "Is there such a few days in every month?"

"Yeah yeah!"

Feng Qian nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, with a pure face, "You didn't ask me beforehand, so you really can't blame me, right?"

"Yes, that's right. How can you blame Qianqian?" Jun Moying narrowed her eyes, paused every word, her tone seemed to be extra friendly and gentle, but Feng Qian could hear a bit of gnashing of teeth in it.

"But there are only a few days in a month, and for the rest of the day, I think Qianqian would be happy to accompany me to do something beneficial to my body and mind, right?" He slanted his lips evilly and narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly An almost coquettish streamer flashed in the middle.

Feng Qian couldn't laugh or cry, when did she say that?
But facing the man's eyes full of anger, desire, and evil fire, especially the series of anger mixed with a bit of helplessness and doting, she couldn't shake her head no matter what.

(End of this chapter)