Chapter 40: One Emperor and One Minister

As soon as the lips were connected, the sky, the earth and the earth moved, and the wind and rain were shaking, the two of them bite like young animals on the grassland. There was not much gentleness and charm, but only a few stimulating meanings mixed in hatred. Especially the blood between the lips was rippling on the tips of the two of them, a little salty, a little wet, and a little salty and wet.

This is not intimacy or intrigue, but pure struggle, a war between men and women. The role of lips and tongue in war is often taken by Su Qin or Zhang Yi. No one has ever thought that even kisses can make you bleeding, and sticking out your tongue like orchids can be so stubborn, flexing, struggling, and pressing, and creating endless symbolic meanings in a small space.

Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind or the west wind overwhelms the soft and fragrant shape between the lips and teeth shows the process of struggle in a fierce and erotic way, which makes people feel pain in the root of the tongue, produce saliva, and produce spring gradually.

Fan Xian is a person with a firm mind. He is unwilling to give up and intends to resist.

I don’t know who bit whose tongue, and a scream of pain. I don’t know who crushed whose Yue'er, and a light whim, I don’t know who dispersed whose long hair, scattered on the snow-white skin, and I don’t know who surrounded whose waist. It caused anger and low scolding and more intense friction.

A bloody cut appeared at the corner of Fan Xian's lips. He looked at the little emperor lying on his body, looked at her shoulders and jade chest and the stubborn but unwilling to admit defeat in his eyes, and groaned. He turned over and pushed her down on the bed, pressed her on her body, staring at her fiercely.

The little emperor did not show any weakness, and stared back hard, bit Fan Xian's shoulder again, punched him, and tried hard to bounce it up, and wanted to regain his active control.

This bullet was particularly enchanting. Fan Xian's face finally changed. The big wooden bed in Jianlu squeaked heavily. He pressed the little emperor's shoulders heavily, and kept panting and looking at her without saying a word. He just looked into her eyes. He wanted to see something more realistic in her eyes, rather than something as inexplicable as it is now.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the little emperor, he saw many things, such as hatred, resentment, despair, liberation, etc., but he just didn't see any calculations or other things.

This is often the case with war between men and women. When they find that the other party has fallen into it first, they often jump down. Feeling the tender body that keeps moving under them, the curves under them are rising and falling. After a moment, the calm in Fan Xian's eyes turned into a light smoke. As the little emperor whispered softly in his ear, he flew to the nine heavens and could no longer control anything.

His hand slid down from her shoulders, gently holding it, her upper body raised, her lips slid from his ears to his shoulders, and bit them hard.

He felt pain, so he tried hard, deformed the things in his palm. She felt pain, feeling uncomfortable, and felt weird, so she trembled, subconsciously hugged his body, erected his upper body with difficulty, and felt the other person's heartbeat, his own unscrupulous heartbeat, and the strange and complex stimulation.

In the quiet room, there was no other sound, only heartbeat, panting, and rubbing clothes. Sometimes, a few fist winds sounded, and two painful screams.

But the couple fought for this day and night. They hurt each other, loved each other, and slandered each other, and pulled each other closer together. They felt the burning body temperature of the other person, and suddenly left with palpitations, but they were reluctant to leave.

Sweat dripped on the thin quilt and floated lightly on the two people, as if it had been steamed up by the extremely hot atmosphere in the room, turning into a thin mist, covering the men and women who were orthogonally entangled inside.

The silent battle reached the most critical moment. The clothes were as snowy as they were already melting in these three spring scenes. Two people who returned to the wilderness era were panting, staring at each other in a daze, sticking to each other...

There was mud between the two, and sweat dripped down along the black hair, dripping onto Fan Xian's chest and onto the little emperor's hand. Fan Xian looked at the woman on her body, felt the abnormal movement below, and his heart beat violently, but he forced himself to keep his mind and asked in a hoarse voice: "I want to know your name."

The little emperor is not an ordinary woman. She is used to being a man, not a female lady. So even in such a spring moment, she still has to be on top. As an emperor, she can only ride people but not people, she must be on top.

Fan Xian didn't care about this. He was a modern person. He knew the force and reaction force, and knew what relativity was. He was ridden and ridden by others. In fact, they were both the same. He just had to know the other party's name before that moment. To be one with himself, he had to be a woman with a name and a woman, not just a female emperor, because the emperor was just a code name, and the name represented more things.

Her eyes were no longer filled with the most despair and resentment she had before, only her competitiveness and strong curiosity about strange things, and an emperor habitually gave orders.

The dark room was so quiet that the two of them had been struggling for a long time. How long had they been hurt and how long had they been close, but it was the first time they spoke. After two conversations, the atmosphere in the room seemed to have undergone some extremely subtle changes. Especially when hearing Fan Xian ask about his name, the little emperor let his long black hair sweep on his handsome face, stretched out his fingertips, and slid over the other's eyebrows and eyes like a painting in confusion, and said in a sandy voice: "You can call me Doudou at this time."

"Wander Doudou?"

When the war finally ended, Fan Xian successfully returned to the top.

Looking down, I saw that the jade man in my arms was no longer the emperor who was usually tall. His cheeks were dizzy, his eyes were blurred, his thin lips were slightly opened, and he exhaled like orchids, and he was very tired. What was the difference between him and an ordinary woman? The only thing that was a bit dazzling was the green mark on her snow-white chest. Fan Xian felt a thump in his heart, thinking to himself why he was so rough before?

After the man gets what he wants, he will turn from a beast into a hypocritical saint, willing to light a cigarette and read a newspaper, but he will definitely immediately escape from the entanglement of the woman in his arms. Fan Xian is no exception, but he gently hugged the little emperor naked body, but did not leave, but looked at her quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.
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