In the days that followed, he was ignored, and she spent her days running after Sikong Qian in a frenzy, even skimping on looking back at him. The kind of helplessness and loneliness of being ignored, like the weather in the depths of winter to drink a cup of ice water, the internal organs cool to raw pain.
Now, she has become his woman, but there is still no him in her eyes.
Hua Yi also fearlessly asked him: ”Your Holiness, can’t Yan Han satisfy you? How beautiful she looks, and her figure is also good, with big breasts and a thin waist.”
With anger in his heart, Teng Feng Yuan smiled on his face, “Hua Yi, this seat will teach you well tonight.”
Hua Yi has not felt where he did wrong, was picked up by him, mouth still shouting injustice, “I did not do anything? What are you doing?”
Teng Feng Yuan carried Hua Yi to his own room, he went out, not much later he came back, as if he took something, Hua Yi did not see clearly, suspected that he was going to deal with her again, soft and sticky compromise: “Honorable Lord, let’s sleep well.”
“Uh, sleep well.” After Teng Feng Yuan threw her onto the bed, he directly kissed her small red moist mouth, at first it was furiously sweeping between her gums, then gradually gentler, he skillfully licked and kissed her, hooking her soft tongue to repeatedly tease until she gradually quieted down and began to passively cater to him.
Teng Feng Yuan lifted up the hem of her skirt, fading her inside pants to her knees, not in a hurry to completely remove, he lay on top of her to continue kissing her, but his right hand came to her thighs, not slowly stroking her tender skin, slowly came to her between her legs, pressed her sensitive area.
She let out an annoyed murmur underneath him, Teng Feng Yuan smiled openly slightly as he left the surface of her lips, “Relax, you’ll like it.”
His voice was like a magnet, Hua Yi lay flat on her back and began to gradually relax, feeling the stimulation from between her legs, half squinting her eyes, her face erotically-delirious. Not long after, between her legs were already moist, he blew in her ear, “Hua Yi, you are so sensitive.”
Hua Yi’s mouth whimpered continuously, she didn’t even have the strength to answer him.
He bit her earlobe, it hurt a little, Hua Yi yelped out and opened her eyes to glare at him unhappily, “Lighten up.”
“I’ll play something fun for you tonight.” He took out an object, a cylindrical fruit slightly longer than his pinky finger, pinched and fleshy, with granular bumps on the skin, Hua Yi swept a glance and saw that he didn’t take out any small whips or anything like that, and let go of his heart, still asking, “What’s this?”
“And theater fruit,” his lips crossed a wry smile, ”a kind of fruit that grows in the wild, not often seen. The book says it’s what widows love the most, and once they find a ripe Parallel Play Fruit outside, they’ll secretly pick it and bring it home.”