In the warm bathing pool.
Shen Yueji immersed herself in the water, the clear water was half submerged in her neck, and the clean, warm water was sprinkled with petals.
The hot air mixed with the rich fragrance of flowers, clouding her vision.
She stretched out her boneless fingers, gently pinched a petal, and brought it to her nose to smell.
Vaguely, she seemed to recall something.
After Feng Jiuqing came back from the palace, he was not in a good mood, and his gentle face showed a rare tiredness.
When she saw this, she was very distressed. When he was bathing, she came in to massage his shoulders. At that time, she had a selfish motive. She wanted to do not only to help him relax his muscles and bones, she also wanted him to tell her personally, to tell her about his tiredness, and what kind of trouble was bothering him.
She was his wife, his only wife.
He was her man, an indomitable man.
When her hands landed on his smooth and muscular shoulders, she blushed unnaturally at the silky smooth skin of his.
And the man, as if he did not expect her to suddenly come in, when he saw it was her, he smiled slightly, and the tiredness on his face seemed to disappear at that moment.
He closed his eyes, and softly and affectionately called her, "Qin 'er."
She considerately massaged his shoulders, and shyly responded.
After being married for so many years, he slept on the same bed with her, but he had never touched her. Most of the time, he hugged her to sleep together. Two warm bodies hugged together. They were wearing thin clothes, but he was like Liu Xiahui.
Over the years, he never crossed the line.
She also thought that she was not good enough, and the man did not like her, so he did not touch her.
But when she saw that there was no lack of beautiful maidservants to seduce him, and he turned a blind eye, and the maidservant was beaten, she knew that she was thinking too much.
She thought that for him, it might be that he did not care about these affairs.
His gentleness made her sink, and she thought that this was good.
At least she could stay by his side, accompany him.
But Feng Jiuqing was not really like that Liu Xiahui, after all, she was a woman, and was already of marriageable age. When it came to love, it did not mean that she did not want to, she wanted to bear children for him, wanted to let herself belong to him, because she loved him.
Therefore, she wanted to give everything she had to him without reservation.
Occasionally, when he hugged her, he would kiss her passionately. He would kiss her, her hair, her lips, and he would kiss her passionately. Every time, at the last hurdle, he would always restrain himself.
Even that shower was …
Her soft hands caressed the man's smooth back, feeling the stiffness of the man's body.
She didn't seem to notice.
She asked him with a sorrowful tone, "Am I not good enough? You … Why don't you want to touch me …"
She remembered that she had said a lot, but she didn't know what it was that had triggered the flood that had been suppressed in the man's heart for many years.
He suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bath from the edge of the pool, holding her tightly in his arms.
He kissed her passionately.
His hands wandered all over her wet body, climbing up her softness, kissing her lips, devouring and nibbling.
Her clothes were in a mess, and a large part of her snow-white skin was exposed in front of the man. She could clearly feel the man's arousal.
And the symbol beneath him.
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