Good, I finally wrote 6666 words yesterday. What's funny is that I couldn't do it the day before yesterday when I tried to do it. Yesterday, I wrote carelessly and wrote this many words. The title of today's chapter is' Every Emperor, every minister '. Of course, it's the' Chao 'of day and night, not the' Chao 'of dynasty.
I said yesterday that today's chapter was difficult to write. After I finished it and looked back, I found that it was indeed difficult to write. A paragraph of 4,000 words took up 40,000 words of my energy. In this life, I have never written such words. To be able to write at this level, I admire myself very much. It is not only related to eroticism, but also the revealing of my hidden personality. I didn't change Liu Lang to Fan Lang because it was a homophonic sound and it was fun to play around with it …)
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As soon as their lips touched, the heavenly thunder and earthly fire moved, and the wind and rain raged. The two of them were like young beasts on the grassland as they bit each other. There was not much gentleness and charm, only a hint of excitement mixed with hatred. The blood between their lips rippled on the tips of their tongues. It was salty, wet, and salty.
This was not intimacy or seduction. It was purely a battle, a battle between a man and a woman. The use of lips and tongues in battle often walked the path of Su Qin or Zhang Yi. No one had thought that even a kiss could be kissed to the point of blood. A tongue that was like an orchid could also be so stubborn, bouncing, struggling, and forcefully suppressed. In a small space, it transformed into endless symbolic meaning.
Either the east wind overpowered the west wind or the west wind overpowered the east wind. The soft fragrance between the lips and teeth viciously and erotically displayed the process of battle. It made one's tongue ache and salivate, giving birth to the gradually accumulating desire of spring.
Li Ao had said that when a man saw a woman, other than one place that was hard, the rest of the place would go soft. Although Fan Xian was a person with a firm will, under such erotic attacks, he was naturally ridden by the little Emperor. He was unwilling and tried to resist. Both of his hands hit the other's buttocks forcefully. The tender place that was usually hidden under the dragon robe made people want to ask him, was he hitting someone or was he flirting with them?
The twilight outside the quiet room was getting darker and darker, but the temperature inside was getting higher and higher. The air seemed to be filled with the dual aura of battle and intimacy. The aura was mixed together with the faint smell of sweat. From time to time, muffled groans could be heard, making one's heart sway.
Someone bit someone's tongue, causing a cry of pain. Someone crushed someone's moon, causing a soft hum. Someone scattered someone's long hair, causing it to scatter on their snow-white skin. Someone hugged someone's waist, causing angry curses and even more intense rubbing to occur.
A cut appeared at the corner of Fan Xian's lips. He gazed at the little Emperor on top of him, at her fragrant shoulders and jade chest, as well as the stubborn and unyielding gaze in her eyes. With a muffled grunt, he flipped over and pushed her down onto the bed. Pressing down on top of her, he stared fiercely at her.
The little Emperor did not show any weakness. She stared back viciously and bit down on Fan Xian's shoulder again. She threw out a punch. Her waist exerted strength, wanting to spring up and take back control of the initiative.
Fan Xian's expression finally changed. The large wooden bed in the Sword Hut creaked. He pressed down heavily on the little Emperor's shoulders and gazed at her, panting endlessly. He didn't say anything. He only looked into her eyes, wanting to see something more real in them and not something as inexplicable as it was now.
Unfortunately, he saw many things in the little Emperor's eyes, such as hatred, hidden bitterness, hopelessness, relief, strong desire, and a faint sense of confusion. However, he did not see a glimmer of calculation or anything else.
The battle between men and women was often like this. When one discovered that the other had already sunk in first, they would often follow and jump in. Feeling the endlessly struggling and tender body beneath him, the rising and falling curves, the two lumps of softness against his chest, the slightly cool skin covered in beads of sweat, and particularly the shape and bounciness he could feel with his body pressed tightly against each other, the calmness in Fan Xian's eyes turned into a wisp of smoke after a moment. Following the little Emperor's laborious and quiet hum by his ear, he flew up into the sky and could no longer control anything.
His hand slid down from her shoulder and gently held it. Her upper body rose. Her lips slid down from his ear to his shoulder and bit down viciously.
He was in pain, so he used more force, causing the thing in his hand to change shape. She was in pain, uncomfortable, and strange, so she trembled. Unconsciously, she hugged his body and straightened her upper body with difficulty. Pressing against him, she felt his heartbeat and her own disappointing heartbeat, as well as that strange and complicated feeling of stimulation.
In the quiet room, there were no other sounds. There were only heartbeats, panting, clothes rubbing against each other, and the occasional gust of wind from a fist and two cries of pain.
The movements grew louder and louder. The wooden bed was almost unable to endure such torture. The creaking grew clearer as if it was going to fall apart at any moment. It was confused as to what the man and woman above were doing. If they wanted to do it, then do it well. Life was only a short 70 years. Why fight for this moment?
However, what the man and woman were fighting for was this moment. They hurt each other, loved each other, and played with each other. They distanced themselves and then pulled closer. Feeling the other's burning body temperature, they suddenly left with palpitations, but they were also reluctant.
Sweat dripped onto the thin blanket and floated faintly on the two of them. It seemed to have been evaporated by the extremely hot atmosphere in the room and turned into a thin mist, concealing the man and woman who were entangled together inside.
The silent battle had reached its most critical moment. The clothes were like snow and had long melted in this scene of three springs. The two people who had returned to the primitive era panted and looked at each other in a daze. They stuck together. In the end, the little Emperor still flipped over and became the master. She sat on Fan Xian's abdomen. Her hands pressed against Fan Xian's well-proportioned and hard chest. Her black hair fell down and half covered the snowy mound in front of her chest. Her breathing was uneven.
"I want to be on top."
There was a patch of mud between the two of them. Sweat followed the black hair and dripped onto Fan Xian's chest and the little Emperor's hands. Fan Xian looked at the woman on top of him and felt the strange movement below. His heart beat violently, but he forcefully maintained his state of mind. In a raspy voice, he asked, "I want to know your name."
The little Emperor was not a normal woman. She was used to being a man and not a delicate woman. Even at such a time full of spring, she still wanted to be on top. As an Emperor, she could only ever ride others and not be ridden. She had to be on top.
Fan Xian did not care about this. He was a modern person. He knew action and reaction. He knew what the theory of relativity was. Being ridden and riding were all the same. He only had to know the other person's name before that moment happened. In order to become one with him, it had to be a woman with a name, his woman, and not just a female Emperor. Emperor was just a title, but a name represented much more.
The Northern Qi Emperor's upper body was naked. The clothes on her lower body were piled up. They barely covered her waist and buttocks, but they could not hide the heat and mud inside. There was no longer the despair and resentment from before in her eyes. There was only competitiveness and a powerful curiosity toward unfamiliar things, as well as the habitual order of an Emperor.
The secret room was silent. No one knew how long the two of them had tormented each other, hurt each other, or been intimate. This was the first time they had spoken. After these two sentences, the atmosphere in the room seemed to have changed subtly, particularly after hearing Fan Xian ask for her name. The little Emperor allowed her black waterfall-like hair to sweep across his handsome face. Stretching out her fingertips, she slid them confusedly across his picturesque brows and eyes. In a raspy voice, she said, "You can call me Doudou right now."
"Zhan Doudou?"
Fan Xian only had time to ask in his heart before he sucked in a cold breath. She gently swayed her waist and buttocks and slowly sat down on his abdomen. As she sat down, the tips of her brows furrowed together as if she was in great pain.
The mountain path was narrow. Although it was covered in mud, it made the journey even more difficult. If one wanted to cross the Yellow River, one had to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
Fan Xian's chest rose and fell. His hands unconsciously slid down her alluring waist and gently placed them on the two lumps of softness in the depths of her clothes. He gently pinched them. Idle, fishing in the green stream, suddenly riding a boat to dream of the sun.
The path is difficult, and the paths are many. Where is peace now? She gently bit her lower lip, feeling a slight pain. However, she refused to let go for a moment of the hands pressing down on Fan Xian's shoulders. She moved her body slowly, forcefully and even somewhat domineeringly. The burning pain made her expression appear particularly serious. She was like a ruler conquering all the difficulties and obstacles in the world.
Seeing this scene, Fan Xian's expression changed. He was even slightly confused. His hands unconsciously began to move. After an indeterminable amount of time, the ice and snow gradually melted. The wind broke through the waves and gradually reached the vast ocean. The two of them slowly came together and held each other tightly. They trembled because of the pain, trembled because of intoxication, and trembled because of the shyness that had finally floated to the top of the woman's heart.
Time gradually passed, and dusk gradually disappeared. The man and woman on the bed were either on top or below. Although they were silent and stubborn, alluring and twisted, no one was willing to admit defeat. No one was willing to lower their heads. A new Emperor brought a new group of officials. On the large bed, the relationship between the ruler and his officials had long fallen into chaos.
It was: The fragrant path was once swept by a drunken guest. The door was opened for you for the second time. The peach blossoms were all gone, and where did they go?
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When this battle finally ended, it was Fan Xian who successfully returned to the top. He didn't know how many times he had fought with this stubborn woman. Finally, he successfully took advantage of the moment when her entire body was limp to take back control. This battle was crazy and rough. Fan Xian lay on top of her, panting. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the wound on his shoulder. He found that the woman beneath him had bitten him until his flesh was a bloody mess. He couldn't help a wave of fear.
Lowering his head to look, he saw that the beautiful person in his arms no longer had the usual lofty appearance of an Emperor. Her cheeks were rosy, and her gaze was blurry. Her thin lips were slightly open, and her breath smelled like orchids. She was very tired. How was she different from a normal woman? The only thing that was a bit blinding was the green mark on her snow-white chest. Fan Xian's heart thumped. He wondered how he could have been so rough earlier.
After a man had his desires fulfilled and exploded, he would change from an animal to a hypocritical saint. He would be willing to light a cigarette and read a newspaper, but he would certainly immediately break away from the woman in his arms. Fan Xian was no exception. He gently held the little Emperor's naked body and did not leave. Instead, he watched her quietly, thinking about something.
This scene had actually happened four years ago. However, at that time, Fan Xian was completely unconscious and didn't know what had happened. What he felt now was very real. It involuntarily gave rise to an absurd feeling in his heart. This long-haired woman was the Emperor of Northern Qi, the ruler of a country. Yet, at this moment, she was curled up in his arms like a little rabbit.
The little Emperor was tired. Her eyes were closed. Her not long eyelashes blinked slightly. She probably hadn't fallen asleep, but she held Fan Xian's waist and refused to let go. The corners of her lips twitched slightly as she sighed in satisfaction.
Looking at this scene, Fan Xian should be proud. For some reason, he suddenly felt a chill. He remembered a movie he had seen in his last life.
It was the movie that everyone loved, "When Sally Met Harry." In the end, Megan cried and had a runny nose as she slept with Billy Crystal, her best friend of more than ten years. In the end, she pouted her lips and sighed in satisfaction. She was like a pregnant female praying mantis, preparing to enjoy the feast of the male praying mantis later.
The story of Fan Xian and the little Emperor going to bed today was actually just as strange and expected. She had also cried, in a moment earlier.
Thus, Fan Xian felt afraid. He was afraid that he would become a male praying mantis.
It was at this moment that the little Emperor opened her eyes and woke up. She did not pick up the thin blanket to cover her naked body. She brazenly exposed herself in front of Fan Xian. It was as if this was still her country and Fan Xian was her official.
She was silent for a moment. Suddenly, she glanced at Fan Xian with complicated emotions. Smiling slightly, she said, "I am your woman."
Fan Xian didn't know what he should say right now. Hearing these words, he still felt incomparably awkward. I want to be on top. I am your woman. I … I … It was truly a headache-inducing word.
The little Emperor sat up and very naturally combed her hair in front of Fan Xian. Her eyes looked at the night outside the window. Enunciating each word, she said, "I can promise you that in this life, there will not be another man. Of course, I will not ask you not to find other women. However, you should understand that since I have become your woman, my country is also your country. You have to be careful. "
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