After transmigrating into a mermaid, I will monopolize three thousand favors

On New Year's Eve, after the New Year's Eve banquet, the emperor and empress went back to the palace hand in hand.

Wen Qisheng was afraid that he would lose his manners after drinking, so he never touched a drop of alcohol.

As soon as he returned to the bedroom, he ordered his servants to deliver the incense from the cold pool, and pestered Cong Ji to drink with him.

It's a pity that he was overwhelmed with just one cup of Hantan incense.

Cong Ji put down the wine cup in his hand, embraced Wen Qi in his arms, and said with concern: "Zitong, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Wen Qi's face turned red, and he wanted to fill up his empty wine cup, but Cong Ji stopped him before he could pick up the wine pot.

"Don't drink anymore." Cong Ji pushed Wen Qi's fingertips away, and then took the wine cup out of Wen Qi's hand.

Wen Qi looked at Cong Ji aggrievedly: "My husband is really stingy, I just want to drink the fragrance of the cold pool."

Cong Ji explained: "It's not that I'm stingy, but I'm afraid that you'll feel uncomfortable when you're drunk."

"It won't be uncomfortable." Wen Qi said forcefully, "It's because my husband is too stingy."

Cong Ji was extremely helpless, took a mouthful of the Hantan incense, kissed Wen Qi, and then put the Hantan incense into Wen Qi's mouth.

Wen Qi swallowed the Hantan incense, and then licked/licked the tip of Cong Ji's tongue and the inner wall of his mouth to search for the Hantan incense.

When he was young, he coquettishly said to Cong Ji: "I still need my husband to feed you."

Cong Ji then fed Wen Qi another sip of Hantan incense.

Wen Qi's complexion turned redder, his eyes blurred, and he grabbed Cong Ji's skirt and said, "Do you remember last year's New Year's Eve, my husband said that he would linger with me this year's New Year's Eve, so that I would not be able to get out of bed for three days?"

He originally wanted Cong Ji to feed Hantan Xiang to him again, but Cong Ji was much more attractive than Hantan Xiang, after being fed two mouthfuls of Hantan Xiang, he no longer cared about Hantan Xiang.

"Of course I remember." Cong Ji put down the wine cup, untied Wen Qi's clothes slowly, and pushed forward, making Wen Qi retreat step by step.

Before retreating to the imperial couch, Wen Qi's clothes have been exhausted, but Cong Ji's clothes are neat.

Not long after, Wen Qi got on the imperial couch and tore Cong Ji's clothes carelessly.

Cong Ji let Wen Qi do whatever he wanted, while he kept pecking and kissing Wen Qi.

Finally, Cong Ji was as body/no/inch/stretch as himself, and Wen Qi licked/kissed Cong Ji's firm skin with satisfaction, and said inarticulately: "Husband, when will I be able to drink a thousand cups like my husband?" Drunk? Do you drink a little every day and increase it day by day, so as to exercise your alcohol capacity?"

Cong Ji said unsurely, "Maybe it can be done."

Wen Qi made up his mind: "Then I will exercise my drinking capacity from tomorrow."

Because Wen Qi was slightly drunk, Wen Qi's body temperature was higher than usual, and the same was true inside.

Cong Ji suddenly felt that he had been burned, and he got used to it after a while.

He lowered his head, bit Wen Qi's earlobe and said, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable." Wen Qi said honestly, "A little dizzy."

Cong Ji kissed Wen Qi's forehead: "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me, and I will let Zitong not get off the imperial couch for three days."

"En." Wen Qi was sweating a little, staring at Cong Ji and said, "Husband, give me some more."

He stroked his belly and said, "It's enough to make this belly bulge completely, just one bulge is not enough."

The slightly drunken Wen Qi was extra bold, Cong Ji said with a smile, "As Zitong wishes."

Perhaps it was because of being slightly drunk, Wen Qi felt that every slight touch Cong Ji gave him was magnified.

His belly has not yet bulged, his body is as soft as boneless, like a dodder flower, clinging to Cong Ji passionately, seeking endlessly from Cong Ji.

After a while, he couldn't even maintain his feet, and suddenly turned into a shark tail.

Cong Ji was startled, and hurriedly asked, "Zitong, are you okay?"

"I want my husband, please give me more." Wen Qi rubbed his forehead against Cong Ji's heart coquettishly.

Cong Ji looked at Wen Qi carefully, and saw that there was no trace of pain on his face, so he satisfied Wen Qi just now.

He didn't let go of Wen Qi until a thin line of white belly appeared on the horizon.

Wen Qi's lower body/body is still shark tail, he lightly brushed Cong Ji's ankle with his tail fin and said, "Why don't you continue?"

Cong Ji rubbed Wen Qi's gorgeous scales and said: "The shark's tail is not easy to bear, it is already slightly swollen."

Wen Qi wanted to turn the shark's tail into two feet but couldn't do it, so he opened his lips and said, "It's okay, I still want my husband."

"If it hurts, don't be brave." Seeing Wen Qi nod his head, Cong Ji hugged Wen Qi again.

Half an hour later, Wen Qi was tired. Before losing consciousness, he stroked his stomach and sighed, "It's so full."

Afterwards, Cong Ji pressed Wen Qi's stomach, cleaned up Wen Qi, wiped Wen Qi's body, and finally tidied himself up before falling into a deep sleep with Wen Qi in his arms.

When Wen Qi opened his eyelids, the ground was covered with silver light, and he suddenly found that his scales could not close, and he could not lie flat even after turning into two feet, so he bit the collarbone of Cong Ji who was hugging him, Accused: "Husband is too much."

Cong Ji defended, "It's clear that Zitong is clinging to me tightly."

"No, it's my husband who is clinging to me tightly." Wen Qi didn't hear what Cong Ji said, and after he finished speaking, his cheeks blushed and he said unreasonably, "Yes The husband is too much, it is all the fault of the husband."

Cong Ji indulged and said: "It is true that I have gone too far, and it is all my fault."

He stretched out his hand again, frowned and said, "Didn't I tell Zitong not to be brave?"

"It's not about trying to be brave, it's about being addicted to it and not being able to be yourself." Wen Qi pecked Cong Ji's lips, "It's all my fault that my husband is too tempting—to lure sharks."

Cong Ji laughed, took the swelling ointment and applied it to Wen Qi.

Wen Qi lay obediently on the imperial couch, and said pitifully: "I am seriously injured, and my feet don't have much strength. I'm afraid I won't be able to get off the imperial couch for three days."

Cong Ji said solemnly: "It's all my fault for being too tempting, I will reflect on myself."

"No, my husband has to work harder to make myself more attractive." Wen Qi caught a glimpse of the pot of Hantan incense on the table, and said with determination, "Mr. Lao brought the Hantan incense for me, I want it While you are lying in bed, exercise your drinking capacity and strive for a clean slate, which is far better than a husband who claims to never get drunk after a thousand cups."

Cong Ji didn't go to fetch the cold pool incense, but reminded: "Didn't Zitong say that he was seriously injured? It's better not to drink alcohol."

Wen Qi said with certainty: "Alcohol has the effect of invigorating blood circulation, and invigorating blood circulation can reduce swelling, which happens to be the right symptom."

Cong Ji did not argue with Wen Qi, and poured out half a cup of Hantan incense for Wen Qi.

Wen Qi took a sip of the drink, and suddenly felt that the fragrance of the cold pool was far inferior to the fragrance that Cong Ji fed him last night, so he said softly, "Hey, my husband."

Cong Ji took a mouthful of Hantan incense and fed it to Wen Qi. Wen Qi greedily wiped Cong Ji's lips and teeth, and said, "I still want my husband to feed you."

Cong Ji coaxed: "How about feeding again tomorrow? You are already hungover, if you take another sip, I'm afraid you will be as dizzy as last night."

"Okay." Wen Qi looked at his stomach and said, "This morning, my stomach is completely bulging. Husband spent a lot, do you want to make up for it?"

"No need." Cong Ji said seriously, "Don't doubt me."

Wen Qi said seriously: "It's not doubt, but concern."

Cong Ji said frankly: "If Zi Tong couldn't bear it, I would definitely not let Zi Tong go."

Wen Qi said expectantly: "I really want to know the limit of my husband, let's try again some other day."

However, Wen Qi tried for a full year, but failed to test Cong Ji's limit.

Almost every day, he would pester Cong Ji to feed him wine, but his drinking capacity did not improve at all, but his kissing skills improved a lot.

It was another New Year's Eve, and Wen Qi still didn't drink a drop.

After returning to the bedroom, he pestered Cong Ji to feed him wine as usual, and pestered Cong Ji to have fun with him.

In the end, he felt weak all over, and praised in a hoarse voice: "One year has passed, and my husband has become more tempting."

"As long as Zi Tong is satisfied." Cong Ji stroked Wen Qi's back and said, "Let's rest."

Spring and autumn rotate, and five New Year's Eves have passed.

After some sex in bed, Cong Ji went to the newly built Yuye Pool with Wen Qi, who was half asleep and half awake.

The Yuye pool is divided into east and west pools. Sea water is introduced into the east for Wen Qi and the children to swim in; hot spring water is introduced into the west for Wen Qi and himself to bathe.

He looked at his own face reflected in the pool, and suddenly found that his appearance was no different from eight years ago.

He is very hardworking, and it is reasonable that he should age faster than ordinary people.

Wen Qi's eyes were sleepy, and when he saw this, he woke up instantly, and asked, "Husband, what's the matter?"

Cong Ji confirmed to Wen Qi: "Has my appearance changed over the years?"

Wen Qi calmed down, and then replied cautiously: "My husband's appearance has not changed. When I first saw my husband, my husband had such an appearance."

"Could it be..." Cong Ji said anxiously, "Could it be that I'm immortal?"

Wen Qi couldn't come to a conclusion: "I hope my husband can live forever."

Cong Ji is an ordinary person, and he doesn't want to eat shark meat. If he can't live forever, he will say goodbye to Cong Ji in a few tens of years.

Ten years later, on New Year's Eve, Wen Qi was ups and downs, while tracing Cong Ji's eyebrows and eyes and said: "My husband is [-]/[-] out of ten, and his appearance has not changed at all."

Cong Ji rubbed Wen Qi's sweaty waist with his fingertips and said: "It should be because I often have sex with Zitong. Zitong is indeed my panacea."

Wen Qizhi said proudly: "My husband should repay me well."

Cong Ji understood, and said in a deep voice, "Zi Tong, don't ask for mercy."

Wen Qi said confidently: "I won't beg for mercy."

However, in the end he still begged Cong Ji for mercy, and wept uncontrollably.

Cong Ji picked up the couch full of shark pearls, sighed and said, "Zi Tong is too overwhelmed."

Wen Qi said miserably: "It's the husband's reward that is too heavy."

Cong Ji put away the shark beads, and after taking a bath with Wen Qi, he held Wen Qi's waist and said, "I thought about reconciling with Zitong before dusk, and letting Zitong choose a suitable shark to spend time with." For the rest of my life, I also thought that after a hundred years, I would ask Zitong to tear me apart, so that I could become one with Zitong and never be separated. Fortunately..."

Wen Qi was stunned, and felt sorry for Cong Ji who had such a thought, and Cong Ji choked up and said, "Fortunately, I am immortal, let me spend the rest of my life with Zi Tong."

He took it for granted: "The only one who can spend the rest of my life with me is my husband, who doesn't think otherwise."

"Zitong, I am happy with you." Cong Ji lowered his head and kissed Wen Qi, lips and teeth touching, exhaling and exhaling.

It was snowing heavily outside, and it was freezing cold, but inside the bedroom, spring was just in time.

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