Forgive me, Your Majesty

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After the meal, she wanted to go back to her own house. Teng Feng Yuan’s clear black eyes looked at her askance, as if to say: If you have the ability, go back.
Outside the sky is already dark, Hua Yi is not afraid of shame, and now also wrapped in his outer robe, she immediately headed for the door, pull open the door is ready to run out, suddenly heard a crunch on the table, porcelain bowl fell on the ground to make a crisp cracking sound, followed by a whooshing sound, only to see a piece of broken ceramic nailed to the door frame, from the hand that she just held the door frame is only two inches.
She turned back, the ground scattered a broken piece of porcelain, Teng Feng Yuan is still sitting at the table, idly and elegantly holding a teacup and sipping water, it seems that just now he did not do anything.
Hua Yi was honest, she felt that if she really dared to run out, her fate would be similar to that broken bowl. She moved to his side and looked at him submissively, “Honorable Lord, I’m sleepy.”
“Go to bed early if you’re sleepy.” He signaled the connected inner room with his gaze.
After washing up, Hua Yi climbed into bed early, her face facing inside the wall, not much later, the bed underneath her dented, Teng Feng Yuan lay down beside her, she faced inside and pretended to be asleep, but her arm was next to his skin, she could feel that he was not wearing any clothes.
He indeed had no clothes on, only a short pair of profane pants, his chest was flat against her back, Hua Yi could even feel his firm musculature, she felt her whole body stiffen even more, although last night she was horny-excited to death, but in the present to do it frankly with him, unless she was greatly stimulated, for example, that year when she fell into the Sour Water Cave and heard the footsteps of the God of Death approaching at every step.
Teng Feng Yuan actually knew that she was pretending to be asleep, but he didn’t poke holes in it, one hand wrapped around her waist, his burning breath spraying on the back of her neck. Not much later, he realized that he was hard again.

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