After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

The moment Cheng Songan was pressed on the bed, she suddenly pushed Cui Yuanqing away and turned over to sit on his waist. Her fair cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes, which were usually a little careless, were seductive and charming. She rarely showed such a charming expression. She pouted and complained to him: "You are so heavy, I am uncomfortable."

Cui Yuanqing's breathing became heavier, and his voice became hoarse: "What does the lady want?"

Cheng Songan smiled sweetly, leaned down and hugged his head, and whispered: "I won't let you get up."

Cui Yuanqing kissed her with red eyes, and they didn't separate until they were both almost suffocating. He stroked Cheng Songan's face and said with infinite affection: "Cheng Songan, you are so beautiful."

Cheng Songan's eyes were a little drunk and dazed. She suddenly climbed up on his shoulder and bit him hard. This was so sudden and she exerted so much strength that a row of fine teeth marks appeared on Cui Yuanqing's shoulder, and blood was oozing out.

She raised an eyebrow and said, "Why didn't you praise me before? I'm going to punish you."

Cui Yuanqing did not move, his eyes were deep, still looking at her, the burning desire made the pain seem insignificant.

The faint smell of blood in her mouth brought Cheng Songan back to her senses. She gently hooked her belt and untied it, then covered Cui Yuanqing's eyes with it and said, "Don't look at me."

Cui Yuanqing's eyes were covered by a white belt. Everything in front of him became blurry and hazy, but his perception became clearer. The clothes of the woman sitting on him had slipped to the side.

The lamp shines obliquely on my chest, and I am half drunk with peach blossom wine in my eyes.

He tightened his hands and clamped her slender and smooth waist tightly, and asked in surprise and joy: "Where did you learn this?"

Cheng Songan's hand gradually slid down from his face, reached into his clothes, and kept rubbing back and forth in a disorderly manner.

Cui Yuanqing gasped heavily, pulled her down and kissed her again. In a moment, their bodies were pressed together without any obstacles.

Not long after, Cheng Songan lay softly on Cui Yuanqing's chest, his hair wet and sticking to his temples, his eyes half-open, panting softly: "I'm tired, I want to sleep."

Cui Yuanqing was so aroused that he couldn't get enough of her. Whenever he moved, the woman on him would get angry. He had no choice but to let her do what she wanted. However, he had not yet tasted any sweetness, so he had to grit his teeth and say, "No."

However, the person lying down had a steady and long breathing and had already fallen asleep.

Cui Yuanqing pushed her, and was so angry that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Cheng Songan, wake up!"

Cheng Songan arched his chest, then comfortably changed his face to the other side and continued to sleep soundly.

Cui Yuanqing was extremely angry, but he could do nothing about it. He could only endure it and held her in his arms to sleep for a while.

About an hour later, Cheng Songan woke up in a daze, and met a pair of bloodshot and resentful eyes below her. She felt a little embarrassed, and slid off him awkwardly, trying to roll to the wall to sleep.

Cui Yuanqing endured for most of the night, grabbed her and pressed her under him: "Cheng Songan, it's my turn."

Cheng Songan pushed him like an ant trying to shake a tree, his eyes fell on his neck, the spots on it made him blush, he couldn't believe that they were caused by her biting, he said shamefully: "Haven't we... done that... before?"

Cui Yuanqing replied unhappily: "That's you, I haven't yet."

Cheng Songan pushed him unhappily: "It's heavy."

Cui Yuanqing was worn out by her coquettishness and lost his temper. He coaxed her gently, "I'll kneel."

He coaxed her with his mouth, but his actions did not allow anyone to refuse.

Cheng Songan blushed as she looked at the man half-kneeling on the bed. She suddenly remembered Zhou's words and calculated that it was almost time, so she reached out and took his pillow and placed it under her waist.

Cui Yuanqing's eyes were almost spitting fire, and he asked hoarsely: "Cheng Songan, where did you learn this?"

Cheng Songan didn't answer, but slowly moved his toes down his back.

Cui Yuanqing's body froze and he had no time to ask any more questions.

Jade stove, ice mat, mandarin duck brocade, powder melting fragrance, sweat flowing down the mountain pillow...

Cheng Songan had a feeling that Cui Yuanqing wanted to be extremely gentle at first that night, but he seemed unable to control himself and became more and more reckless, asking her to call him "Xuanzhen" and "husband" over and over again.

In order to make him let her go and also to force him to "confess" as soon as possible, Cheng Songan murmured "Xuanzhen" over and over again with a hoarse voice and tearful eyes.

As daybreak approached, the water that had been heated over and over again on the stove was finally put to use.

After taking a shower, Cheng Songan lay exhausted on the inside of the bed, one hand unconsciously stroking his lower abdomen, wondering if his fate with children in this life would still be as shallow as in his previous life.

Cui Yuanqing came back from the bathroom and saw that there was no desire on her face. She seemed indifferent to his return, as if the lovemaking just now had no meaning or lingering feeling for her.

He lay down and tentatively pulled her back into his arms, but Cheng Songan subconsciously shrank back a little, moving a little further away from him without leaving a trace, her eyelashes trembling slightly with her closed eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Cui Yuanqing suddenly felt that she had only used his body for a moment, and afterwards she didn't even want to look at him. She was really a little bit naive except when she was drunk, and the charm she showed to him after waking up was all fake!

The pleasure brought by the tender love just now disappeared in an instant. Cui Yuanqing turned sideways and looked back at her. Seeing that her hands were still on her lower abdomen, she suddenly smiled again. She had thought it through and wanted a child - a child that belonged to them.

He moved closer, hugged her from behind, and closed his eyes in satisfaction. If this was the case, what would it matter if she used his body once? He could let her use it every day.

Cheng Songan struggled a little but couldn't move. She was already extremely tired, so she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the seat next to her was empty. She turned over and sat up, calling Haitang in: "Sir, has he left Beijing?"

Haitang replied: "It doesn't look like that. He was wearing court robes and looked like he had entered the palace."

Cheng Songan bit his lip, nodded, and asked her to help him get dressed. After having breakfast, he asked, "Where's Yulan?"

Haitang sighed: "I locked him up in the side room, and Qiangwei is watching him."

Cheng Songan also sighed: "Let her in."

Haitang turned and left.

As soon as the inner room was empty, the lingering scenes of last night immediately flooded into Cheng Songan's mind. He quickly shook his head vigorously and took a deep breath to drive out those unbearable scenes.

There was a sweet fragrance in the air, and Cheng Songan turned his attention to the small incense burner on the table. The fragrance came from it.

I had never smelled this scent before, and I didn't know what kind of incense it was. Just as I was curious, Magnolia walked in with her head lowered, followed by Begonia and Rose on her left and right.

As soon as she entered the inner room, Yulan knelt down.