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Chapter 262 Intimacy

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    He was slurred when he spoke, and the hot breath blew between his arms and passed into his arms through his clothes. He couldn't hold it back and kissed her head a few more times. This terrible feeling made Fu Minghua's legs tremble.  They were all trembling slightly.

    She already knew what she should know. The nun who came out of the palace told her what it was like to perform the courtesy of Zhou Gong.

    ¡°But grandma didn¡¯t say it was so scary.

    She only felt that he kept kissing her hair, each time with more force than the next. Gradually, the hand holding her waist became impatient, and he raised it and took off the heavy phoenix ornament on her head.  She immediately felt that her head was much lighter.

    He took out the hairpin ring and wanted to take out the bun.

    "It's just that the hair tie was very tight, but he was worried that it would come loose today. He was obviously a bit inexperienced in this matter. He took it a few times and failed to untie the hair, but it hurt her instead.

    Fu Minghua gasped twice, and Yan Zhui simply gave up his hair, lowered his head and kissed her white and slender neck, making her scream.

    "Yuanniang, Yuanniang." The neck was smooth and tender, with a little sweat and the girl's unique fragrance, mixed together, forming a great temptation for Yan Zhui.

    The skin of the thin white neck was soft, and where his lips and teeth touched, it was as if he could hear the sound of blood beating, 'dong dong dong', one sound louder than the other, and the beating became more intense every time.

    His originally somewhat anxious movements gradually slowed down because of the rapid beating pulse, and he leaned on her shoulder.

    Fu Minghua was still trembling slightly. His kiss was like a dense spring rain, slowly falling on her neck. The hot breath made tiny trembling grains appear on her body. After enduring it for a long time, she finally raised her head.

    "Yuan Niang."

    Yan Zhui let go of her hand. Her body froze for a long time, but she didn't sit up. She still leaned softly in his arms.

    He was a little moved again, and he took a few deep breaths before holding it back.

    "Yuan Niang." He called again, his lips brushing against her small and tender ears. The earlobes were crystal clear and as tender as raw lychee flesh.

    He stretched out his soft and flexible tongue and licked his earlobe.

    Fu Minghua tightened her legs again. She didn't have the strength to sit up straight. Yan Zhui's actions just now were so intense that they wanted to engulf her, making her legs weak.

    She paused for a while, then tentatively sat up and asked Aunt Jiang to wait on her to take off her clothes and hair. Yan Zhui shook his head and watched her stand up and take two steps, with undisguised admiration and possession in her eyes.

    The dressing mirror was placed in the other room. As soon as she sat down, Yan Zhui followed her and saw her taking off the jewelry on her head and her long hair slowly spreading down, which made him a little surprised.

    When Yan Zhui came to see her, he usually saw her after she was dressing up.

    Her hair was down, which was different from her usual dignified and calm look. She had more delicate and delicate beauty of a girl, which made him unable to take his eyes off her.

    Fu Minghua's eyes fell on the mirror, and she saw him staring at her intently in the mirror, with full aggression. Fortunately, her cheeks were thickly smeared with rouge, which covered her embarrassment well.

    "Your Highness" She turned around and signaled Yan Zhui to get out of the way.

    When he turned around, the thick Zhai clothes made his waist surprisingly thin, as if he could hold it with one palm.

    Yan Zhui pretended not to understand her gaze, Fu Minghua called again, but he remained unmoved.

    "Sanlang." Fu Minghua said softly again, Yan Zhui reached out and touched his lips, and went out meaningfully.

    When Aunt Jiang came in, Fu Minghua still felt hot all over.

    In the side room, I changed out of the heavy robe of the princess, and Dongjing had prepared a pool of hot water on the other side.

    "Compared with the Changle Hou Mansion, Yan Zhui's mansion is undoubtedly much larger.  His back house was clean. When the house was first measured, Concubine Cui made a lot of changes to the courtyard where Fu Minghua lived. A pool was hollowed out in the side room behind the main house. Although it was not as good as the spring pool in Huaqing Palace, it was  It is enough for her to bathe and wash herself.

    Hot water has been prepared in the pool for a long time, and it flows out continuously from the wall on the other side, creating a structure that resembles a hot spring. On the other side, there are people who boil water and make a fire. Once the gate is opened, hot water will be sent out.

    Aunt Jiang has just taken a look. The inner palace of the palace is clean. Concubine Cui used to take care of it. But now that Fu Minghua has married, the servants only listen to her orders.  Aunt Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and waited for Fu Minghua to clean up, apply ointment and massage for a while, then washed again. It was already getting late, so she sat on the couch by the pool and didn't want to get up.

    "What's wrong with you?"

    Aunt Jiang urged her several times, but she still sat there without moving, and her hair was half-dry.??

    She asked tentatively: "But the prince said something harsh?"

    Logically speaking, it¡¯s unlikely.

    Aunt Jiang has also seen Yan Zhui treat her, but she doesn't think much of her, and she shouldn't have said anything on her wedding day.

    Could it be that something happened between the two of them and they got into trouble?

    Fu Minghua shook his head, a little embarrassed to say anything.

    She was a little scared.  Although she knew she would get married sooner or later, Yan Zhui's eyes and movements made her a little scared.

    "Mommy" She took Nanny Jiang's hand. Someone came to call Nanny Jiang outside and wanted to see her.

    Mother Jiang patted her hand, said a few words and left in a hurry.

    When Fu Minghua came out bravely, Yan Zhui had also washed up, and his long hair was hanging down behind him, still dripping with water, soaking the silk clothes, and clinging to him, highlighting his thin and powerful figure.  Waist curve.

    When she came out, he lowered his head and did not raise it. He had a book in his hand and was reading it, as if he didn't pay much attention to her.

    Fu Minghua breathed a sigh of relief. There was a long scarf on the shelf beside her. She hesitated again and again, and when she saw that Yan Zhui didn't pounce on her when he came out like before, she took the handkerchief and walked towards him.

    "Why is there no one waiting for His Highness?"

    She asked softly, and Yan Zhui's hands clenched the thick book so that it was deformed.

    There are not many people waiting around him, and even fewer people waiting personally, especially since he has focused on her, Qi Shao has almost always helped with most matters, and he can handle a guard like a mule.

    In today¡¯s situation, he naturally didn¡¯t want Qi Shao to be an eyesore, especially since there were people outside who came to congratulate him on his wedding.

    He felt Fu Minghua standing behind her, and the little white rabbit wrapped the handkerchief around his hair without warning. He threw the book away, turned around, hugged her waist, and pressed her down on the couch.  .

    Her semi-dried hair spread all over the bed, with some black hair hanging down to the edge of the bed. Her oval-like face seemed to be embedded in the messy long hair, and there was a hint of panic in her eyes.  .

    "What are you hiding from? Huh?"

    Yan Zhui raised his eyebrows, and his wet hair fell from his shoulders. There were water droplets on his forehead between his eyebrows, dripping on Fu Minghua's face, and evaporated by the rising temperature of her cheeks.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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