The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

The girl's white and slender hands were tightly wrapped around Pang Yi's wet back, desperately and shamelessly bearing the man's fierce and savage bullying. After a long while, Xiao An struggled to breathe in the man's lips: Since you think so, then...why didn't you bully me then?

Yeah, why didn't you bully her that night?

At that time, if Pang Yi was willing to bully her, it would be great. She would not cry all night in the cramped farmyard, and she would not spend the long winter day in fear and despair. up.

She really liked Pang Yi a long time ago, long before that night, long before she was able to realize this feeling that she obviously shouldn't have, she really liked Pang Yi so much, even if she didn't want her face, Regardless of being ridiculed by the world, even in such a dilapidated farmyard, I still want to give myself to him.

Pang Yi didn't speak, he just kissed more fiercely, while kissing, he began to pick off Xiao An's clothes, but why is it so difficult to take off the clothes of the woman's family? He had no experience in this field, and he couldn't find where the opening of the underskirt was. He just fumbled around with his hands, and then kissed deeper and fiercely.

Pang, Pang Yi, Xiao An was a little scared. Pang Yi had never been so crazy. When the two of them were alone, he would eat his own tofu, but he always ordered it as soon as he could. Pang Yi Yi is actually a very old-fashioned person. Xiao An knew his temperament, so he dared to tease him in front of him, but it seemed a little different today. Xiao An felt the man's wet hands struggling to squeeze into his underwear. The skirt slid down along the texture of the back, and Xiao An immediately screamed, Pang Yi, you, what are you going to do?!

Bullying you! Pang Yi's whole body was a little abnormal, he seemed to be extremely drunk, with savagery in his madness, suddenly, he stretched out his hand, hugged Xiao An, and strode towards Walking in the backyard, looking at Xiao An with red eyes, I want to make up for everything I owe you!

Bah! Who wants you to love me?! Xiao An was so ashamed that she struggled in Pang Yi's arms with all her hands and feet. She was really scared, although it was not the first time she was a bride, although she was not a young girl But she was still terribly afraid, her heart jumped into her throat, You, you let me down.

Don't let go, Pang Yi said in a deep voice, bending down and kissing Xiao An's chattering little mouth, begging in a low voice, I can't take it anymore, grandma, you can do it!

Xiao An's face turned red to the base of her neck, she actually...couldn't take it anymore, the feeling of wanting to take the other party as her own was not only for Pang Yi.

Then... we have to advance the date, Xiao An finally let go after being tortured by Pang Yi for a long time. As soon as he said it, Xiao An plunged his head into Pang Yi's wet arms in shame, while beating Rubbing Pang Yi's back, I didn't say anything! You didn't hear anything!

Yes, yes, I didn't hear anything, all I know is that my wife is eager to enter the bridal chamber with me! Pang Yizhi was so beautiful that he grinned to his ears.

Shut up! Xiao An bit hard on Pang Yi's Adam's apple that was sliding up and down.

The adam's apple was bitten, so Pang Yi couldn't speak any more, but it didn't delay the wind under his feet at all.

...

This night, Xiao An finally kept Pang Yi, but...

The ending seems to be a little bit different from what she expected.

...

Jiasheng thirty-three years June twenty-eighth

Ning Guta.

Nanshan Bieyuan.

After thinking about it for so long, Meiya finally listened to Painted Skin one day. The storyteller was recruited by Gu Changlin. He was an old man in his seventies. Speaking of Liao Zhai, it is very good at these stories about ghosts, ghosts and foxes. Meiya was really happy, so she invited the storyteller to rest in the side room, served tea and fruit snacks, and then asked Pang Yi to invite Xiao An I also came here to listen to books. The last time I chatted with Xiao An, Xiao An said that he is also a lover of listening to books. Since there is such a powerful storyteller at home, Meiya is naturally thinking about Xiao An, who happens to be a storyteller I also have to take a break and start storytelling in the afternoon.

Meiya's side was full of excitement, a storyteller was busy pouring tea, delivering melon seeds to Gu Changlin, jogging all the way to bring the spring breeze, but Zhong Mingwei was not so happy.