All the gentlemen who are attacked by the female queen are stunningly beautiful

"I believe Ayan..." Song Xiang's hand touched Jiang Qingyan's waist and gave him a gentle push.

Jiang Qingyan's heart was like a mirror, and he fell down on the bed, and unexpectedly pulled Song Xiang into his arms.

His slender waist was held, and he said in a low voice: "My wife, your waist is really thin..."

"Are you fine?" Song Xiang's hands couldn't help but move around Jiang Qingyan's body, and the clothes on his body had been pulled open.

"Ayan is so thin too..."

Jiang Qingyan's face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't help but make an unspeakable sound.

Song Xiang rubbed his back greedily, rested his chin on his neck, and rubbed the side of his face with his mouth. His warm breath burned his earlobes and moved to his lips.

He bit it down and kissed it gently.

Jiang Qingyan's eyes were full of confusion. Tasting a little bit could no longer satisfy his desire. He stretched out his hand and hooked Song Xiang's neck, holding the side of her face with one hand, biting her lips, prying open her teeth, and spoke eagerly with her tongue. Catering to the past, sporadic whining sounds came from the room.

Her long ink-colored hair was tightly tangled, and her thin clothes fell loosely into her arms, revealing a large area of ​​jade-colored skin.

Song Xiang's lips touched the skin and moved downward.

Jiang Qingyan's breathing gradually became heavier, and he half-squinted his eyes, a little hastily: "My wife, please love me."

Song Xiangyue smiled coquettishly, raised her long legs slightly, lay on his body, and lit the fire unscrupulously.

The dirty clothes had been thrown into the corner of the bed, and the night shrouded the earth. The moonlight only revealed half of the curved face, and the people in the bed tent were singing and flying together.

Jiang Qingyan held Song Xiang Buying's waist with both hands, a look of pain and pleasure in his eyes.

The unrestrained giving and asking caused a thin layer of sweat to form on Song Xiang's forehead and eyebrows, and even his cheeks were soaked with sweat.

After another long while, Song Xiang only felt tired in her waist and limbs. After some lingering, she exhaled a long breath, sighing in her heart that it was not easy to be a wife...

The red candle was about to burn out. Jiang Qingyan turned to the side and raised his eyes lazily. Song Xiang was so hooked that he wished he could never go to the clouds with her again.

I saw the person next to me with long hair spread around the pillow, holding the bed with his hands, and with a hint of charm, he persuaded Song Xiang: "The moonlight is so beautiful, my wife, please don't waste your spring night."

"What do you want Ayan to do?" Song Xiang rubbed his waist and asked a little helplessly.

Jiang Qingyan turned over and covered Song Xiang, with another layer of lust in his eyes: "My wife, rest a while, okay? I'll take care of you?"

When he said this, his ears couldn't help but turn red again.

He leaned forward and kissed her.

The room is full of charm.

The next day, the sun just broke through the morning fog and emerged from the clouds.

Song Xiang stayed up almost all night. She only fell asleep for a while when the rooster crowed. At midnight, she couldn't help but wake up. When she opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Qingyan looking at her with a gentle expression and a look of reluctance.

"Master Wife, I want to remember your appearance before leaving..."

Alas, after hearing this, Song Xiang felt a little sad again.

"Ayan, when you say this, I can't accept it."

Jiang Qingyan told Song Xiang as if he was handing over family matters: "When I leave, my wife will redeem the young master in the brothel and snatch his opportunity. I always feel sorry in my heart."

"How long have you been talking about this?"

Jiang Qingyan laughed and ordered outside: "Shuangming, fill the bathtub with water."

Shuangming was busy outside the screen, while Jiang Qingyan kept teasing Song Xiang in the inner room: "My wife, please allow me to fool around one more time!"

"No."

"My Wife~" Jiang Qingyan's charming words were so charming that she almost took away Song Xiang's soul, "Just this once, I will leave, my Wife~"

"Okay~" As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Qingyan covered Song Xiang hungrily.

After a while, Jiang Qingyan squinted his eyes comfortably, held Song Xiang in his arms and said lazily: "The taste here is really wonderful."

Song Xiang pinched his waist complainingly and said softly: "My bones are about to fall apart."

"That's exactly what I want. It saves my wife the energy to spend time with other young masters..."

"Okay, that's what Ayan had in mind. Let's see if I won't punish you!" Song Xiang hugged Jiang Qingyan fiercely, bit her lip, and used a little force with her teeth.

Then he moved downwards and planted a large strawberry in a conspicuous place on his neck.

"Okay, I, Song Xiang, have stamped my seal!"

Jiang Qingyan touched his neck and said with a smile, "As long as my wife likes it."

"Sir! The water is full!" Shuangming said respectfully from outside the screen.

"Well, go down and wait!"

"Here!" Shuangming bowed his head and backed out of the house.

After hearing the door knock, Jiang Qingyan stood up naked, picked up Song Xiang and walked towards the bathtub.

"Today I will serve my wife to take a bath."

The two of them were naked, so embarrassed.

"Huh?" Song Xiang asked curiously when he got to the bathtub, "This bathtub doesn't look like the inn standard. Did Ayan buy it?"

"As soon as I checked into the inn, I ordered someone to rush it. I'm not used to it here!"

Song Xiang clicked his tongue twice and thought to himself: How generous.

After putting Song Xiang into the bathtub, Jiang Qingyan served Song Xiang to clean him. The towel was wiped all over his body and fell into the empty space.

Jiang Qingyan picked it up and said distressedly: "My wife, it's all my fault that I don't know how to restrain myself, so..."

Song Xiang sealed his mouth with her wet index finger and said, "Don't say this! I will do anything for you!"

Jiang Qingyan was moved and cleaned more and more meticulously.

After Song Xiang took a bath, Jiang Qingyan carried Song Xiang back to the bed before going to take a bath.

By the time the two of them got dressed and had their meal, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Song Xiang picked up the vegetables and couldn't taste the food, and Jiang Qingyan did the same.

After the meal, it was time to say goodbye.

Jiang Qingyan's eyes were wet, and he said patiently and sincerely to Song Xiang: "My wife must study hard and don't slack off. We will meet again in the capital."

"it is good!"

"Sir! It's time to go!" Shuangming packed up the package and a bunch of luggage and waited respectfully by the door.

Song Xiang took Jiang Qingyan's hand and sent him to the door. He stared at him intently as he got into the car, feeling infinite sadness.

Jiang Lan watched his son get into the car, and then said to Song Xiang sincerely: "If you are really doing it for Yan'er, you should temporarily put aside your feelings for Yan'er and take the scientific examination well, instead of becoming a hindrance to Yan'er's progress. resistance."

Song Xiang's identity is unknown, and Jiang Lan doesn't want to talk too harshly, lest it delay his son's future.

She took a deep look at Song Xiang and got into the car without raising her head.

Jiang Qingyan opened a corner of the curtain and looked at Song Xiang, slowly moving away.

After the Jiang family's motorcade left, Song Xiang returned to his carriage in despair.