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Fu Zhenhong looked at Di Xin's hand stretched out towards her. This hand was big, with slender fingers, and a thin layer of calluses on the palm, which was the mark left by holding a weapon all year round.

It is such a hand that has the power to destroy a solid rock. Every line and every inch of texture reveals a strong and smooth beauty.

This is the hand of a king, and it is also the hand of an overlord who reaps life on the battlefield.

Di Xin is a naturally proud king.

At this moment, even though he was pretending to invite Fu Zhenhong to get on the horse, his body didn't move a bit, and he was still sitting upright on the horse's back. He didn't bend down, but his eyes were lowered, and the dark pupils were fixed. Fu Zhenhong below, with a hint of interest in his eyes, quietly waited for Fu Zhenhong to put his hand up.

At Di Xin's height, Fu Zhenhong had to stand up to touch his hand.But Fu Zhenhong's initial excuse was that she sprained her foot and it was inconvenient to move.

Obviously this was Di Xin's intention.

Fu Zhenhong didn't get up, but looked up at Di Xin.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

The surrounding area became extremely quiet. The spy who was shot through the wrist gritted his teeth and bandaged himself in pain. Su Hu and the others also stared nervously at Fu Zhenhong's side, lest the unpredictable King Shang would suddenly get angry.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

It wasn't until five seconds later that Di Xin frowned slightly, and when he was about to say something, Fu Zhenhong unhurriedly supported the tree trunk behind him, and stood up with this support.

He stood up straight and put his hand in Di Xin's palm.

The moment their palms touched each other, Fu Zhenhong felt the heat emanating from Di Xin's skin.

This temperature is higher than that of ordinary people, while Fu Zhenhong's body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people. It is precisely because of this deviation that he feels that the heat in Di Xin's palm is as hot as fire.

As if to burn him.

Fu Zhenhong thought in her heart, but her face remained calm.

Di Xin held Fu Zhenhong's hand tightly, and the soft touch in his palm made his slightly frown relax. His fingers moved upwards and wrapped Fu Zhenhong's hand in his palm, and then deliberately With the index finger bent inward, he gently and slowly stroked the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand.

His movements don't have much meaning, but such a gentle and natural touch has a lingering ambiguity.

The back of Fu Zhenhong's hand is smooth and delicate, and the skin is delicate, like creamy white snow, while Di Xin's fingertips are a little rough. Even if he deliberately lightens the pressure, after rubbing it several times, the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand is also a little red .

He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but instead Di Xin held him tighter.

Fu Zhenhong raised her head with a half-smile: "Your Majesty?"

Di Xin also smiled, then leaned over, put his arms around Fu Zhenhong's waist, and in the next second, lifted Fu Zhenhong onto the horse.

Di Xin held Fu Zhenhong in front of him and sat in front of him. His arms did not move away from Fu Zhenhong's waist, but they were still wrapped around Fu Zhenhong forcefully and possessively.

He was very tall and strong, while Fu Zhenhong was tall but thin. He was sitting in front of Di Xin at the moment, and against the backdrop of the king's body, he looked a bit petite.When viewed from a distance, it was as if Fu Zhenhong was completely confined in Di Xin's arms.

Due to the posture of the two of them, Di Xin's broad and strong chest was tightly pressed against Fu Zhenhong's back.

Fu Zhenhong could clearly feel the beating of the opponent's heart, and the slight rise and fall of the chest as he breathed.

Through the clothes, Di Xin's warm and elastic muscles are bulging, tight, and well-defined, full of a masculine and wild masculine charm.

Because of the angle, Fu Zhenhong couldn't see Di Xin's expression at the moment, but he could sense that Di Xin's mood was not very calm from the speeding up of the other's heartbeat.

The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips raised slightly, he relaxed his back, and leaned the weight of his entire upper body on Di Xin's body. This action also completely dissipated the last gap between the two of them.

Di Xin's breathing stopped suddenly at this moment, his eyes fell on the hair on the top of Fu Zhenhong's head, and a faint dark color appeared in his pupils.

He rested his chin on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder, and his gaze was looking forward, but the arms around Fu Zhenhong's waist tightened a bit: "Daji is too light, eat more. "

While saying this, the hot air from his lips sprayed onto Fu Zhenhong's earlobe, and Fu Zhenhong could smell the faint smell of alcohol in his breath.

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, but just covered the back of Di Xin's hand on her waist and abdomen with her hand.

"Is Your Majesty taking pity on me?" Fu Zhenhong asked indifferently, but he continued without waiting for Di Xin's answer, "But the arrow that Your Majesty shot just now was not gentle at all. "

While talking, he scratched the back of Di Xin's hand with the finger that was scratched by Di Xin's arrow, and wiped all the blood that was almost dried up on Di Xin's hand.

Looking at Fu Zhenhong's actions, Di Xin didn't show the slightest offended anger on his face. Instead, there was a smile in his eyes, which seemed to be because of Fu Zhenhong's intimacy without fear of him, and also because of his intimacy. Only one arrow was mentioned in the words, and he was indifferent and indifferent to the other arrow, or to that insignificant spy.

"Without pain, punishment is meaningless." Di Xin's tone was rare.

"punish?"

"Yes, punishment." Di Xin turned his head and looked at Fu Zhenhong's side face. He lightly sniffed the fragrance emanating from Fu Zhenhong's body, and said as a matter of course: "Daji, who is obviously the lonely king, sent me Shouldn't others be punished for giving gifts?"

His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of domineering possessiveness, but there was no trace of love deep in his eyes.

But although there is no love, I like it.

He admired the face of the person in his arms, even though he had seen countless graceful beauties, he still had to admit that Daji's beauty was shocking enough, every inch was perfect, and it was completely grown at the point that best suited his heart superior.

This kind of beauty permeated from the bones is incomparable to those beauties.

He wants to possess Daji, to possess, to love.

Di Xin's eyes couldn't help deepening a little.

Fu Zhenhong keenly felt the change in Di Xin's eyes cast on him. He squinted, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised, and just glanced at Di Xin lightly.

There was no provocation, even a bit of carelessness, but it was charming to the extreme.

Such a beauty deserves to be hugged and pampered fiercely.

The apex of Di Xin's heart was slightly hot, and there was an itch from being scratched by a small hook.

Di Xin knew that the other party was seducing him with a mixed natural charm.

But even if he knew, faced with such a charming beauty, even if he knew, he was willing to be seduced by the other party, and even wanted to see such a Daji make more intimate and ambiguous actions to please him, revealing more and richer expression changes.

Or to be more specific, he wanted to see what the person in his arms looked like when he really cared about someone.He couldn't help thinking about what a moving beauty it would be when he was really caught by these eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Fu Zhenhong asked him.

Di Xin replied, "I wonder if Daji's hand still hurts."

After saying this, he held Fu Zhenhong's skinny hand, then opened his lips to enclose Fu Zhenhong's finger, and sucked gently on the tiny wound.

While doing this, he observed the changes in Fu Zhenhong's expression, and even bit it with his teeth on purpose, and then swirled the tip of his tongue around the wound.

He wanted to see this person's face as red as a begonia.However, unexpectedly, but within reason, Di Xin did not wait for what he wanted to see.

The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips were raised, and she smiled at Di Xin, not nervous, nor shy, but moved her fingers lightly, stirring Di Xin's warm and moist mouth, with a bit of playfulness, With a bit of deliberate provocation.

His action was really a bit bold, and a group of subordinates behind Di Xin were terrified, and what shocked them even more was that after Su Daji withdrew his hand, he wiped his fingers with a handkerchief bit by bit, and then made no effort to hide the expression on his face. Disgusted, he threw the handkerchief on the ground.

"Dirty." He said these two words lightly.

The air fell into a dead silence in an instant, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

played!

This is the first reaction in everyone's mind.

However, the horrible scene they imagined of the king getting angry did not happen, or this Su Daji did not give their king a chance to get angry.

Under everyone's horrified eyes, Fu Zhenhong leaned back slightly, and at the same time raised his head back, and then reached out to caress Di Xin's cheek in the next second, but Di Xin's head was still tilted. With his posture, he gently kissed the corner of Di Xin's lips.

After the kiss, Fu Zhenhong turned her head around, leaned her back against Di Xin's chest again, and lazily put all her weight on Di Xin.

Di Xin stared at Fu Zhenhong's hair for a few seconds, and then suddenly laughed, interesting, really interesting!

Whether it's his appearance, or his unpretentious, generous and open personality, he is extremely satisfied with him.

While trying to challenge his bottom line and authority, at the same time, he keenly seized the neutral position to appease him.

Like a cunning fox.

"Let's go back to the camp." Di Xin gathered his arms around Fu Zhenhong's waist and said to everyone.

Finally, the group arrived at the camp where the army was stationed.

After the horse stopped, Di Xin dismounted first. He stretched out his arms to Fu Zhenhong who was on the horse's back, and carried Fu Zhenhong off the horse steadily, hugged him in his arms, and carried him all the way into the biggest in that tent.