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Chapter 482 Emotional

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    When Fu Minghua was startled by Yan Zhui's actions, he swept all the boxes, balm and other items in front of the dressing table to the floor, making a "clang" sound.

    When Biyun and others outside heard the noise, they were startled and wanted to come in. He gritted his teeth and shouted through the carved screen:

    "roll!"

    Fu Minghua was put on the ground and lying in front of the stage, so frightened that he was out of his wits.

    She could see Yan Zhui¡¯s somewhat ferocious look in the mirror. Just as she was struggling in fear, her body that had just been propped up was pressed down by Yan Zhui onto the dressing table, causing her buttocks to rise high.

    Yan Zhui pulled off her skirt. Under the slender waist, there was a round and full curve. It felt good to the touch, as if it had been grasped by grease, smooth, tender and plump.

    "Sanlang" She screamed in panic, fearing that he would be reckless, and her eyes were frightened, but he had already gathered her legs together, tightly closed a pair of straight and slender legs, and asked in a hoarse voice:

    ¡°Where is the cream you usually put on your face?¡±

    "Sanlang, don't" She shook her head and struggled to get up, but Yan Zhui asked again: "Where is it!"

    The sword eyebrows were frowned, the eyes were red, and the expression was a bit scary.

    She was overwhelmed by this momentum and stammered: "In the lower left grid."

    When the two got married, the dressing table built for her by the Xie family was made by the famous and skillful craftsman Ma Dai. It has a neutral mirror stand, two floors below the table, a door on the steps, and drawers on both sides. When the door is opened, a beautiful wooden carving comes out.  There are many types of powder, eyebrow makeup, etc., as well as face-protecting balms and powders on both sides, tooth-washing pastes, etc.

    Yan Zhui had only seen her use these things, but couldn't name them. Now after hearing what she said, he quickly opened the drawer, took out a jar of ointment, scooped out some of the rest and applied it between her legs.  He leaned closer.

    Rouge and gouache were scattered all over the floor, and jewelry was also scattered on the floor. She didn't dare to look at her red and bloody face in the mirror. Her waist was tightly restrained by him, but he didn't take it seriously, just not recklessly.  After tightening her legs, she felt relieved, knowing his considerate thoughts. Remembering her previous fear and uneasiness, she was moved and pitied him, so she endured her shyness, closed her long legs, and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

    Although she is not really sexy, her long legs are plump and white, and her skin is as flawless as jade. Coupled with her shy, timid and submissive face in the mirror, it is even more interesting.

    The long hair hung down and swayed with his movements.

    She used to be very reserved, but she has never been as charming and beautiful as she is today.

    He hooked up her short jacket and kissed her snow-white back, which was dripping with fragrant sweat. From time to time, he stretched out his hand to touch the soft jade.

    It¡¯s just that this action couldn¡¯t relieve the fire in his heart. He struggled for a long time, Fu Minghua¡¯s legs trembled, and finally let her go.

    Even though she had applied the ointment, there was still redness and swelling between her thighs. Her skin was white and flawless, so the red mark was particularly conspicuous.

    Yan Zhui looked at it for a long time, regretting it in his heart, but he pushed further:

    "Yuan Niang, next time you" He leaned close to Fu Minghua's ear and whispered softly to her, causing the beauty to glare at him, but he happily took her lips and kissed her.

    Fu Minghua's cheeks were slightly red. As soon as he relaxed under the tension, he felt as if his whole body was falling apart. He was leaning on the dressing table and shaking, and his knees were shaking against the drawers two layers below the table.

    She stretched out her hands to cover her face, and for a moment she didn't have the courage to turn around and look at him.

    The palm of his hand was cold and tender, but his cheeks seemed to be on fire.

    He secretly looked at Yan Zhui's face in the mirror through his fingers. His expression was depressed, and his eyes met hers. Fu Minghua was so frightened that he closed his eyes, and then he laughed and pulled her into his arms.

    "I can't do this again next time, Sanlang" She was educated in ethical poems and books, and she always behaved in a regular manner. When she thought of everything that had happened before, her cheeks were still so red that she couldn't even raise her head.

    The voice was as thin as a mosquito, and every word seemed to be on the lips.

    Yan Zhui deliberately pretended not to hear and asked:

    "What did Yuan Niang say?"

    He had a thick face and a dark heart. Fu Minghua didn't have the courage to say it a second time, so he had to pretend to be stupid. When he asked again, he lowered his head and buried his face in his chest.

    Yan Zhui suppressed his laughter, feeling tormented in his heart, but seeing her eyes closed and her eyelashes trembling, she could only endure it no matter how uncomfortable she was.

    ¡°Haste makes waste in everything, so I had to endure the discomfort, arrange her clothes, tie the belt, then squat down and pull up the hem of her skirt.

    Just seeing those long legs, Yan Zhui gritted his teeth and secretly kissed her a few times before he fell in love with her.?The skirt is pulled up.

    Fu Minghua turned sideways to tie the belt, but now Yan Zhui didn't dare to hug her anymore. He just let her sit on the waistband stool and moved further away.

    He is not the calm Liu Xiahui, and even at this moment he wishes he could think of nothing and just obey his heart.

    In order to distract himself, he found something to say:

    "I'm afraid I'm not looking for you just because I want to beg you." Yan Zhui leaned against the screen, feeling his mouth was dry and his body was throbbing for a long time, so he changed his standing posture again: "  The Rong family may not really like Duke Dingguo's mansion."

    Fu Minghua tied up his clothes, and the heat on his face had just subsided a little. He saw boxes and other items on the dressing table that he had pushed open like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Fortunately, not much was spilled, and most of the things were  Put them into categories.

    There were only two boxes of luggage that were not put away, and they were placed on the countertop because she wanted to wash up after saying goodbye to Yin Lizhi.

    She forced herself to stay calm, but she couldn't listen to what Yan Zhui said. After a while, she pressed the cold back of her hand against her face repeatedly until the hand warmed up, then she put her hand down.

    She happened to hear Yan Zhui mention that ¡®the Rong family may not really like Duke Dingguo¡¯s mansion¡¯, which coincided with her original thoughts.

    ??Fu Minghua nodded, hesitated for a while, but turned sideways without turning his face back. Just when he was about to speak, he felt his voice was dry, coughed again, and then said after feeling a little better:

    "I think so too."

    After saying this, she didn't wait for Yan Zhui's answer. She couldn't help but turned her head to look at him. She saw a smile on Yan Zhui's lips, and his eyes were as gentle as water, making people want to drown in them.

    Her pretty face began to heat up again, as if the place he had touched before was on fire again.

    "What does Sanlang think?"

    Yan Zhui looked at her without saying a word, wondering if he heard what she asked.

    Fu Minghua¡¯s eyes were full of color, and he asked softly with a trembling voice:

    "Sanlang?"

    He seemed to have come to his senses and nodded calmly: "Maybe the Xue family just wants to find an amulet."

    "It's a pity that Yan Zhui is not a talisman, but a talisman that reminds people of death."  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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