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451 Informality
[A bunch at the end of the year! pile! ! The notifications, documents, reports, and meetings are not only time-consuming, but also tormented all the patience of the person, and the mood is extremely bad! These days it¡¯s hard to immerse your mind into the plot, so the coding is slow, sorry~]
After drinking a cup of light green tea, Yang Ling leisurely entered the bedroom, took off his outer shirt, and lay down on the couch in only his small clothes.
This is a kang, the mattress on top is neither soft nor hard, lying on it to recover from fatigue, Yang Ling stretched comfortably, pulled a thin quilt across his waist, and closed his hazy eyes.
Mountain delicacies, fine wine, heroes have fun; bathing, walking, a cup of tea. How comfortable would it be to lie on the bed again? Although the bedding is made of cotton, it is clean and dry, and seems to have the warmth of the sun. There is only one woman missing, a gentle and beautiful woman with fragrant muscles and fine thighs, otherwise it would be a life like heaven.
The sun disappeared on the horizon, and there was still a blush in the sky. Hundreds of husky knights wore a smear of sunset red, surrounded by a luxurious Mongolian aristocratic carriage, and drove to the gate of Wuzhewei.
The convoy stopped in front of Wuzhewei's shaft gate, and after a while, it seemed that they had shown the pass order with the gatekeepers in the city, and the shaft gate opened after they had finished their conversation. The horses and chariots were rumbling, and the group got off the horses, led the horses and walked slowly into the camp. As a rule, galloping horses were not allowed in the barracks. Although the generals of many local guards did not abide by this military discipline, the strict discipline of the frontier army was different.
After the last sentence of the knight entering the city, the ancient gate creaked and closed again, with a bang, blocking the last ray of light from the sky
A graceful and picturesque woman knelt beside Yang Ling, her head tilted, out of the way of a ray of candlelight, quietly admiring his sleeping posture. The light cut her delicate body into a graceful silhouette. Wearing soft and close-fitting clothes, she stared at Yang Ling obsessively, with a trace of tranquility, tenderness, and pampering in her eyes.
Yang Ling frowned slightly, as if he was still thinking about something in his sleep. The woman stretched out her slender fingers, gently stroked his face, and gently smoothed his slightly frowned brows. It was as gentle as a spring breeze. , such as silk.
Yang Ling suddenly felt something, he opened his eyes abruptly, and one hand had accurately grasped the catkin caressing his face. His sharp gaze had just shot out, but after a start, it instantly turned into endless tenderness.
"Yun'er, it's you! Are you here?" Yang Ling sat up all of a sudden, surprised and delighted.
"Well, you scoundrel!" Cheng Qiyun gently rubbed the wrist that was sore from his grip, and said delicately, "I'll give him a big blow when we just met".
Yang Ling pretended to be angry and said: "You dare to approach me quietly while my lord is sleeping soundly. This is me. If it was Cao Mengde, I would have stabbed him with a sword."
With a charming smile on Cheng Qiyun's face, she said in a friendly voice: "I have been thinking about the sword of my lord all the way stabbing at him going down ".
She didn't go on, because Yang Ling had already hugged her, Cheng Qiyun closed her beautiful eyes, her arms gently wrapped around Yang Ling's neck, and the two hugged quietly in the flickering candlelight.
After a long time, Yang Ling let go of his hand and pulled her into his arms. Cheng Qiyun fell into his arms, raised her face and looked at him with crooked smiles, and gently stroked the beard under his chin. In a flattering voice, he said, "My lord, do you miss me?"
"Think about it!",
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Cheng Qiyun's plump buttocks were rippling for a while, and she snorted coquettishly, unable to even exert the strength to refute.
Yang Ling pinched her sharp chin and said with a smile, "Yun'er, master, I have always had a very strange thing that I can't figure out."
"Huh?" Cheng Qiyun's soul hadn't fully returned to her body, she opened her hazy eyes to look at Yang Ling.
? Yang Ling said: "I am the one who is busy and consumes a lot of energy. How can you be more tired than me?"
Cheng Qiyun rolled her eyes, snorted weakly, raised her hand, but didn't have the strength to hit him, so she grabbed his finger and opened her mouth to bite. The lips touched his finger, but the gesture changed from biting to opening the cherry lips into the mouth. Those beautiful eyes were hazy and winking like silk, and Yang Ling was fascinated by it.
Cheng Qiyun turned over and threw herself into his arms, her hot cheek pressed against his chest, rubbing gently. After passion, is the tenderness of two people's satisfaction
"You have hinted to Yin Qi through the military that if the red lady's white army joins her in an alliance to deal with Boyan, the court will notNext, Cheng Qiyun only felt a ball of rigidity and heat on her lower abdomen, which was indeed extremely strong, and she couldn't help but turn pale and said: "Master, do you want more? They can't do it anymore, really can't do it."
Yang Ling didn't pay attention, he stretched out his hand and turned Cheng Qiyun's soft and charming body over. Cheng Qiyun said pitifully: "I can't bear it, master, let him go."
Like a whining little bitch, she pleaded coquettishly and timidly while crawling forward on her knees. Yang Ling grabbed her slender waist, held her hips and pulled them back, and the plump plate hit his legs heavily. Then run away, then bump back.
Cheng Qiyun's waist swayed in a strange rhythm, her hips were slumped and her buttocks were sexy and enchanting, combined with her thin and soft begging voice, no matter how sympathetic and cherishing jade she was, she couldn't help but feel a desire to ravage her.
However, the skillful twisting of the buttocks, although the people who watched were ecstatic, they just couldn't get in. If this happened many times, Yang Ling was already teased, his face was flushed like fire, and his nose was snorting. He suddenly became sexual, and violently pulled Cheng Qiyun in front of him like catching a chick, and twisted her upside down in a 'very cruel' way. With a pair of slender white and tender arms, Cheng Qiyun could no longer escape, but could only writhe and struggle in mourning
This goblin is actually playing the game of flirting with him again!
? Fen Muscle is greasy, willows are folded at the waist, a bright moon is so round, and the Duke is sleepless for half a night
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