Red plums reflect youth

Chapter 124 The Spring Festival Is Short

"呲~" sounded,

Ziqing lit the torch and lit the candlestick in front of the bed in the west wing.

"Come on, raise your head up." Ziqing ordered gently after finding some medicine for the wound.

Qiao Yang raised his head obediently, and let Ziqing caress him gently at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on Ziqing's lowered face without blinking.

The candlelight trembled, flickering, reflecting the face of the person in front of him becoming more and more tender and radiant, and the long and drooping eyelashes scattered light shadows, hiding the eyes that were as affectionate as water.

Qiao Yang stared at it for a while, then lowered his eyes suddenly, and seemed to sigh quietly, his expression was a little downcast.

After applying the medicine, Ziqing lowered her head in understanding, and turned around to put the medicine box back into the cabinet.

Now Yan Jingyun and the child lie between him and Qiao Yang... No matter how affectionate, it seems to have a trace of sin.

Suddenly,

Before Ziqing could take a step, Qiao Yang hugged Ziqing tightly from behind, pressing his face against Ziqing's back.

In an instant, there was warmth and dampness on his back.

Ziqing's heart trembled.

Qiao Yang...don't be like this...don't cry...I don't want to spend the last night with you in tears...

Thinking about it, Ziqing gently stroked Qiao Yang's hand, trying to turn around to comfort him.

"Don't move..." Qiao Yang's deep voice couldn't hide his sobbing: "Don't turn around, I don't want you to see...let me hug you for a while. It will be fine in a while."

"Yeah." Ziqing responded softly, letting Qiao Yang hold him tighter and tighter, Ziqing could clearly feel that he was restraining himself...restraining his feelings, and tears...

At this time, it is good to accompany him quietly.

"I'm such a bastard..." After a while, Qiao Yang scolded himself in a murmur, his voice was no longer choked, but he said angrily, "I'm sorry for Jingyun, I'm sorry for the child...and I'm even more sorry for you."

For Jingyun and the child, you use your future to make up for it...and for me...Ziqing turned around, hugged Qiao Yang's bowed head, and said softly: "Tonight, you will make it up to me. .”

Saying that, Ziqing knelt down on the ground, leaned her chin on Qiao Yang's lap, raised her head just enough to see Qiao Yang's drooping head, and met his gaze: "How about it?"

As he spoke, he bit Qiao Yang's cuff a little, then raised his head to look at him, his eyes were bright and playful: "Are you okay?"

This way, it's like a coquettish kitten trying to please its owner, it's warm, soft and sweet.

Caught off guard, Qiao Yang felt an electric current rushing up from the touched wrist, quickly invading his limbs and bones, and trembling involuntarily.

Qiao Yang put his hands into Ziqing's hair, wrapped his arms around his head and lifted it up.Ziqing stood up with his strength and sat on Qiao Yang's lap.

"Don't be like this..." Qiao Yang murmured. If Ziqing did this any day before, Qiao Yang would immediately linger with him to death, but today... Qiao Yang grabbed Ziqing's black hair and cried out in pain. Looking at him, he murmured, "Ziqing, don't be like this...you know...I can't refuse you."

"Then don't refuse." Ziqing lightly licked Qiao Yang's ear, and whispered in his ear.

As he spoke, he leaned forward and blew out the candle.

The sudden darkness made his eyes blind for a while, but in the darkness, Qiao Yang could feel a kind of ecstatic tenderness tightly surrounding him.

Ziqing lowered her head and pressed her soft lips to Qiao Yang's. The tip of her tongue lightly brushed and inserted into his mouth. It was warm and soft, and Qiao Yang couldn't resist.

One is hesitant, the other is affectionate, and finally the two forget each other, intoxicated by the gentle lingering on the tip of the tongue.

The cold moon is like this, streaming into the window.

Qiao Yang could already see clearly at this time, the water-colored eyes of the person in front of him were blurred under the moonlight, and his body tensed up involuntarily.

Ziqing raised the corner of her mouth and let go of Qiao Yang, but immediately reached out and unbuttoned her clothes.Suet white jade-like skin is crystal clear in the radiance of the moon.

Ziqing held Qiao Yang's hand and pressed it on her chest, right next to the hickey that was about to dissipate. Her eyes were full of grievances and full of charm: "What about the promise you made~"

Boom.

Qiao Yang just felt that all his sanity collapsed at this moment.

I am a bastard, I am a bastard, I will go to hell after I die!I want him!Now!immediately!

Ziqing's exquisite body was unobstructed in front of him, like the purest and most beautiful lotus, which made people admire and admire, but at the same time, it also aroused his own strong desire to possess and even destroy.

Protect him, possess him, destroy him!Destroy him!

Qiao Yang grasped Ziqing's slender waist, turned him around, straightened himself up, and mercilessly pushed him inside.

"Ah!... Ha... Mmm..."

Ziqing likes to play the piano, but he doesn't know that for Qiao Yang, his favorite music is the tune he plays on his white jade body.

I have heard this kind of muttering many times before, and I never get tired of it.Listening to it now, I still love it madly, detonating the desire of Qiao Yang's body, can't help but want more, want to hear more!

Ziqing suddenly felt that his hands were cut behind his back, and he was firmly held by Qiao Yang with one hand, and his waist was supported by his other hand, and he pushed down and down violently, hitting the most sensitive place.

The body's memory of desire burst out of the shell...and involuntarily cooperated with Qiao Yang's movements.

You want it, I want to give it too, because I like it, I want it, I want it too...

Ziqing turned her head, found Qiao Yang's lips, and kissed him passionately.

However, the tears flowed down involuntarily...

Such a fiery love is the last time in this life.After wasting for more than two years, it turned out to be just a moment of greed tonight.But I won't hold grudges...I will love you...always love you...even when not by your side.

So... Let your love be deeply imprinted in my body.

The overflowing throbbing pain in the heart merged with the raging desire, the raging pain and the unbearable itching pleasure were inseparable, getting sharper and more turbulent, and finally, with a bang, all collapsed,

Qiao Yang's chest heaved violently, panting heavily, he held Ziqing's trembling body in his arms, only then remembered the tenderness that he had forgotten just now, stroked Ziqing's cheek apologetically, and started... ...but a wet one.

"Ziqing...you're crying..." Qiao Yang felt distressed.

Ziqing buried her face in Qiao Yang's arms and let the tears burst.

"I'm sorry" "Ziqing, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry..."...

Qiao Yang said it over and over again, but,

"What's the use..." Ziqing whimpered, "I don't want to hear it anymore...I want to sleep...you hug me to sleep."

"Ah."

Qiao Yang hugged Ziqing's trembling body and lay down.

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