The little girl is rare to be well-behaved, and she is gently hugged by him from behind.

The side face was white and tender, with a straight nose. The long eyelashes were hanging down finely. I just drank the white porridge and had two pieces of pink lips, which were a little wet and moist. At this moment, I looked down for a while, and my throat was a little itchy inexplicably. I coughed twice, but the itch did not relieve it, so I bent down and slowly approached my thin lips.

The familiar and hot masculine aura suddenly blew from behind on her most delicate and sensitive neck skin. She couldn't help but tremble. She slightly sided her head, her delicate auricles and the rough chin of the man.

"Wanwan..."

Her voice was soft and hoarse, and then, her powerful arms tightly gathered her. The thick and hard stubble on her chin rubbed her soft cheeks back and forth, rubbing her, muttering her name in a low voice. She was eager and suggestive, like a big, male dog that was full of love.

The hind hip seemed to be pressed by something, and as his increasingly insecure big hands gradually moved up, he was about to touch her legs through a thin layer of silk pants. Su Wanrong knew what this meant, and her face suddenly turned red.

He hurriedly held his big hand that was causing trouble, bit his lips and whispered: "Don't, I, I'm still sick..."

His soft and soft voice sounded like he was acting coquettish towards him. He took a deep breath and suppressed his desire to move a little. Yinmang felt that he was really great. In front of the little girl, he was a saint.

But I always couldn't bear to let go easily. I just hugged her, put my palm on her soft belly, and slowly squeezed the tender flesh on it. "If I don't touch you, I always have to kiss my little mouth, right? You have been tormenting me for a long time last night, so if I don't please me, be careful that I will punish you severely." As he said that, he lowered his head and went to catch her lips.

Su Wanrong could not hear that the man's words were probably just pretending to make her give in. But if she kept her eyes open and gave up, she still had a cold on her body. This person was feeding medicine to her mouth before, and eating what she had eaten, which was extremely inappropriate. At this time, how could he kiss her mouth?

"Everyone said that my illness has not been cured yet...Dear, I can't kiss you, I will give you illness..."

Su Wanrong's little face turned red and she kept turning her head to avoid his big mouth. It was originally out of kindness, but Yinmang looked unhappy and hummed indifferently in his nose, "Do you think I am like you, and the wind with weak bones will fall when I blow? I am strong and exercise regularly, and you will not be able to pass through my body."

After saying that, his fingers pinched her chin and held the back of her head, and his thin lips had fallen.

At first, Su Wanrong Shang would try to struggle in his arms for a few times. But don’t mention that she is just recovering from a serious illness, even when she is usually full of energy, Yinmang can easily suppress her.

Her little force was not painful at all. Later, Su Wanrong realized it and leaned there with him. Her lips were blocked by him, and she squinted her eyes and murmured: "If you are really sick, don't blame me, this... you are all your own...well..."

This naturally could not intimidate a man who was ecstatic. It was probably when he was first moved, and the one who had coveted for a long time was her little mouth. Even now, Yinmang seemed to have an obsession with kissing her mouth. Even if he had done something closer to her, he always liked her small two-petal lips.

There was never a woman before, so naturally I didn’t know much. Now that I have become a relative, I gradually realized that my daughter’s body is different from that of a man inside and outside. For example, these small lips and two small pieces of sweet and delicate pieces are made of. It is really sweet and tender. I just opened my mouth and savored it, and I just thought that it would be better to stick it like this forever.

Kissing is also very knowledgeable. Just thinking about enjoying yourself alone is not understanding the essence of it. You have to serve her patiently, lick the corners of her mouth gently, suck and suck. How could the girl have any strength to struggle and beat? Her body is soft and she can be bullied honestly. Pry open her teeth and continue to explore it inside. The thin white fingertips will tightly hold your arm, her eyes are hazy and foggy, and she leans on your shoulder helplessly, and breathe gently.

Now Yinmang has been well aware of this kissing method. In a few efforts, he cured Su Wanrong into obediently and fell into his arms. Yinmang poked out his fingertips, stroked her hot cheeks, and said hoarsely: "I think you are cold and weak, so I will spare you again. But count them, you personally agreed to me to accompany me to practice the way of yin and yang. First, he was interrupted, and then he caught up with your high fever... This has been delayed for several days in a row, huh? How do you plan to compensate me?"

I know that her hands and feet are weak now and she can't breathe, so how can she reply to him? I told her to lie softly on her body, and her big palms flicked her back and forth along her back. She approached her ears and said with a low smile: "Why wait for your body to get better and find the booklet. Didn't you have a few moves left last time? Isn't you able to do it without any shame? This time I'll follow my wishes. If you feel a little wronged, I'll also ask me to have fun and I'll love you..."

The man said so explicitly, Su Wanrong's face turned red and her ears were hot, but she had not recovered yet. She panted and raised her arms, blocking the man's hateful mouth tightly.

On this side, the emperor and empress were lying on the kang, flirting with each other, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside. The footsteps were very fast and heavy, and it was not Yi Cui or Tanchun's. Su Wanrong subconsciously clenched the corner of the man's clothes under her and looked out the door with caution.

Yinmang's reaction was faster than Su Wanrong. As early as when he noticed someone was approaching, he held her waist, hugged her neatly and turned over, and protected her firmly in the warm kang.

"Don't be afraid, I'll go out and take a look first." He kissed her forehead and whispered in her ear with comfort.

After falling down this sentence, Yinmang pulled her body wrapped in the quilt. He turned over and stepped down the warm kang to make clothes, and then walked out strode.

The door was closed and the sound of conversation came from outside quickly.

"Your Majesty, you're attacking."

Su Wanrong held her breath and carefully identified it, and could vaguely hear the voice of General Zhao, the auxiliary country.

Even when the granary fire broke out last night, General Zhao sent his men to report the news. He actually came here in person. Could it be that something was born in the military camp, something more urgent than a fire in food and grass?

Attacked? What attacked? Is it the troops of the lord of Xixia?

Su Wanrong's heart suddenly rose up, and she pricked her ears to listen.

"It's outrageous!" The man's voice sounded extremely angry. From such a distance, Su Wanrong seemed to be able to feel the violent aura.

"Our teams reacted in time. Now we are ready to wait for His Majesty's order."

Later, the man gave something in a deep voice. Zhao Long responded and took the order to rush to the military camp first. Yinmang did not leave immediately, but instead pushed the door open and went back to the inner room.

When I reached the kang, I saw Su Wanrong huddled in the quilt, and poked her head out, frowned and looked up at her with her eyebrows.

Yinmang then remembered that the weak little girl had been like a flower bud since she was a child, and she was kept in a greenhouse. She usually caressed the piano and painted her paintings. She had never seen men with bloody storms and blood licking at the edge of a knife.

Afraid that she was scared, she leaned over and rubbed her head: "I am going to fight now. But don't be afraid, I am very powerful. Any battle I fight will win."

Su Wanrong stared at the man's tough eyebrows. After hearing what he said, she couldn't help but reach out and grab the corner of his sleeve.

"How long will it take for you to come back after winning the battle?"

Things like fighting can be long or short. Even Yinmang himself cannot guess when he will fight.

But he naturally couldn't tell the truth to the little girl, for fear that she would be more scared. So he pinched her cheek and said softly: "Lying here to rest assured to recuperate. When your cold is cured, I will come back. But don't forget what you owe me, and when I finish this battle, I will definitely get you back."

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Well, war is all mentioned in one sentence. I guess Huang Sang will go through triumphantly in the second half of the chapter~
Chapter completed!