I still remember the king's heart

Sang Yu broke free a few times and did not shake off, but the man held her even tighter, and even pulled her in front of him.

"Angry or shy?"

Her lilac uvula is extremely smooth, but not dexterous, it seems that fate has not been able to fuck her well.

Sang Yu bit her lips and did not speak, her eyes were wet with water, Yue Xinyao's heart was wrenched, she cupped her face and looked closely, "What's wrong?"

A tinge of guilt emerged from the bottom of my heart for the abruptness just now, knowing that she still had a destiny in her heart, yet I still...

"It's my fault, don't cry." Yue Xinyao raised his hand to wipe her tears with a cautious look.

Sang Yu's left hand was hanging limply by her side, and the injury was not healed at all, because just now when she pulled it hard, the pain was even more heart-pounding, and she couldn't even speak.

"It hurts..." With great difficulty, she regained her strength and spit out a single word, Yue Xinyao immediately felt extremely distressed.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault, don't cry, huh? I'll give you medicine when you go back"

As the moon faded to the west, and the mountain wind blew a hint of coolness, Yue Xinyao took off her outer robe and put it on her body, carefully holding her other hand and walking back.

The night faded away the gentle curve of Sang Yu's lips.

"Your injury is not healed, so I want to sleep with you." The head of Yue Yue showed his thick skin to the extreme, and said such a rascal's words with confidence, still sitting on her bed and unable to get up.

Instead of being angry, Sang Yu smiled, "The more you dare, the more you will be able to heal the injury of the sect leader?"

If I had known that her recovery ability was so good and she would be able to jump around so quickly, it seemed that the fall was not hard enough.

Yue Xinyao choked for a moment, stretched her neck and looked at her, as if you were capable of driving me out.

What a childish temper...

Sang Yu stroked her forehead, feeling helpless in her eyes. Although she agreed to try to be with her, she was really not ready for the two of them to be so intimate that they could sleep together in the same bed.

During the stalemate, there was a knock on the door, "Master, are you here? There are some things in the door that I need you to look over."

Sang Yu rushed over and opened the door. She was more excited than seeing the savior, "Your master is asleep, Yutong, do you have any spare room? If there is no room for me to squeeze with you, it's fine."

Mu Yutong dared not offend this prospective teacher, but even more afraid of offending her uncertain teacher, she stretched her neck and looked inside the door.

The master lowered his eyebrows and leaned on the bed, his expression could not be seen clearly in the flickering candlelight, but somehow it made people feel a little lonely.

Sang Yu pulled him out, "Let's go, Yutong, don't disturb your master's rest."

Yue Xinyao buried her face in the quilt, the sadness in her heart surged up one after another, making her at a loss, a sigh escaped from her lips.

In fact, I just... want to hug you, and want to see you every morning when I open my eyes.

Going downstairs, looking at the radiant lanterns in the corridor, she suddenly stopped, and the lotus lantern she just took out was placed in the most conspicuous position.

"Miss Sang?" Mu Yutong also stopped and waited for her. Seeing that there was still no response, she called out again, "Miss?"

"Ah, no..." Sang Yu came back to her senses and hurriedly explained, a blush appeared on her fair cheeks, but she saw the teasing look in the man's eyes.

"Do you know how many people in the world want to be my mistress?"

But the master only brought her back to the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.

Sang Yu pursed her lips, collected herself, and smiled apologetically at her, "Yutong rest early, I'll go back first."

"Are you hungry, do you want some supper?" Sang Yu pushed the door open with a tray in her hand.

Yue Xinyao got up from the couch, looked at her blankly, a little at a loss, raised her hand as if unconsciously past the corner of her eyes.

"Why did you come back?"

Although it was not obvious, Sang Yu, who was as careful as dust, could clearly see that she had cried, and felt a little guilty in her heart, as well as a slight pain.

"I made Jiuniang Yuanzi, since you don't want to go back to your room, why don't you eat something and let's play chess?"

"No, I... I'd better go back"

Yue Xinyao got up and walked out the door, but Sang Yu stopped her, "Xinyao..."

There was a hint of shame and pleading in his eyes.

Yue Xinyao softened her heart, "Okay"

The dumplings were pinched to the size of a small fingernail, and looked small and exquisite. The rice wine was mellow and sweet, and the soft glutinous dumplings melted in the mouth.

The bad mood just now was swept away, Yue Xinyao set out the chessboard, she was quite happy, "Come, come, let's fight for [-] rounds"

When he was young, in order to please his father, he deliberately practiced chess hard. Although he was not at the pinnacle, he was quite accomplished.

Sang Yu pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "Don't cry if you lose."

Yue Xinyao blushed and coughed twice, "Two out of three rounds, if you lose, let me kiss you again."

A trace of cunning quietly flashed across his eyes, "Just like on the hillside at night"

This time it was Sang Yu's turn to blush, and she picked up a white piece and put it on the chessboard first, "It's not certain who will win."

Bit by bit, the red candle crackled and exploded a lantern, Sang Yu's head nodded, and the chess piece in his hand landed on the chessboard with a snap.

Yue Xinyao smiled lightly, with fondness in her eyes, she called softly, "Ah Sang"

Sang Yu raised her eyes, her eyes were confused, she hummed and went to touch the chess piece again, but her plain hand was held in the palm of her hand.

Yue Xinyao got up, walked to sit beside her, put her arms around her shoulders, and leaned her into his arms.

"Sleep, Ah Sang, I'll watch over you here"

Feeling her breathing gradually stabilized, Yue Xinyao bent down and hugged her horizontally, carefully placed her on the couch, tucked the quilt for her, and lay down on the bed with her clothes on.

In the warm tent with red candles, the color is lively and fragrant, and the white skin is glowing with a faint pink light, which is even smoother because of the thin layer of sweat.

Su Ming hugged the man tightly, felt the man's snow-white legs wrapped around his waist, slowly rubbing against him, expressing his silent longing, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of spring.

"Master..." She bent down and kissed her forehead, pecking carefully.

This kind of tenderness made Huaying's heart itchy even more, she wrapped her bare hands around her neck, and breathed in her ear like blue: "Could it be that the teacher should teach you about sex, huh?"

The ending sound raised slightly, but suddenly turned into a short, low moan. Hua Yi tilted her head up and panted lightly, her chest fluctuating, "Su Ming... um..."

"Is that so?" Su Ming probed inside again, feeling the fiery inner wall clamping her fingers tightly, and her eyes were full of emotion, and she opened her mouth to enclose the blooming flower buds on her chest.

Hua Ying trembled all over, and tightened her grip on her waist, catering to her movements, but the man suddenly withdrew his hand, it was really uncomfortable that he couldn't get up and down.

Hua Ying clenched her lower lip, her eyes filled with pleading, "Destiny..."

"Huh?" The man responded leisurely, and withdrew to wander in the sea of ​​flowers, gently rubbing and rubbing slowly, rubbing and picking again, and pressed his fingertips heavily on her sensitive stamens, bringing out the warmth and slipperiness of his palms, and the air was full of tenderness. There was a slightly astringent breath.

An electric current passed through her lower abdomen, and Hua Ying trembled all over, and she couldn't help but hugged her waist tightly, even her toes curled up, she raised her head and panted violently, and she just let out like this.

Before her breath was settled, Su Ming suddenly entered again, "Um..." Hua Yin groaned, the inner wall became more sensitive, Su Ming's every entry and exit almost made her overwhelmed, and the low voice that she could suppress originally was almost overwhelming. Yin gradually changed its tone and became more and more urgent.

"Destiny..." Sang Yu slept extremely unsteadily, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

For a while it was the rainy night when she stretched out her hand to her, and for a while it was when they got married in the church, the cinnabar between the man's eyebrows was like red plums and snow falling, and he stretched out his hand to her with a smile.

When the scene changed, Suming coldly tore off the sword tassel from Hanguang and threw it to her, then turned and left.

The final scene was frozen in the bloody setting sun that day, she sent Hanguang into her chest.

"Destiny!" Sang Yu woke up suddenly, unknowingly tears were streaming down her face, she was still in shock, she kept panting heavily, and her clothes were drenched in cold sweat.

Yue Xinyao also bounced up from the bed like a carp, seeing her eyes red from crying, a little pain like a needle prick in her heart, and finally spread to her limbs and bones, and she hugged her tightly in her arms.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here, don't be afraid, I'll sleep with you, I won't have nightmares anymore"

It turned out that she was getting more and more haggard day by day, and every midnight dream, she would be awakened by nightmares, and the dreams were all about the same person.

People are so strange, warmth is always forgotten in a blink of an eye, but the memory of pain is longer.

"Xinyao..." Sang Yu didn't recover until the person's body temperature pierced through the thin fabric and ironed her skin, and she hugged her back, her voice choked up.

"It's okay, don't be brave in front of me, cry if you want to cry, and remember to smile after crying"

Yue Xinyao held her face to wipe her tears, and pressed her forehead against her forehead, with a soft tone.

She still can't forget her old destiny, as long as she is free, the man's voice and smile and every bit of her relationship with her will be played back in her mind, and every midnight dream will wet the pillow towel with tears.

She knew it was unfair to Xinyao, but she couldn't help thinking about it.

"Sorry, I……"

Yue Xinyao rubbed her into her arms, stroking her soft long hair lightly and gently.

"I know, it's okay, I can wait, tomorrow I will make some soothing incense for you, so you won't have nightmares anymore"

Watching her gradually close her eyes, Yue Xinyao leaned her into his arms and carefully helped her to lie down.

As soon as it touched the pillow, the man woke up suddenly again, his fingers tightly grabbed her skirt, "Xinyao..."

"I'm here" Yue Xinyao leaned over and planted a kiss as thin as a cicada's wing on her forehead, "Sleep, I'll watch over you"

Sang Yu nodded. She was in a cold sweat from shock just now, but now she was feeling exhausted. The man whispered softly in her ear, hugging him warmly and reassuringly, making her feel dazed for a moment, and then fell into a deep sleep.