When people are in the face of major events of life and death, they often understand something that they could not understand and let go of many knots that they could not let go of before.

In fact, she and him are really inappropriate. This man is rough and domineering, arrogant and unreasonable. He always likes to tease her and tells shameless vulgar words... and more importantly, he is the emperor of the Nine Five, and he will be destined to be the path of dominating the world in the future. On the other hand, when she returned from her rebirth, she wanted to marry, was an ordinary and simple man who could give her a stable life.

But what can I do? No matter how unmatched she is, after so many things, she has long been inseparable from him...

Su Wanrong understood these things herself, but was a little uncomfortable when he was staring at him at this moment. Her shoulders were relaxed in vain, and the scorching kiss had fallen. Starting from her eyebrows, she held her face and kissed her slowly bit by bit.

Yinmang was strong and arrogant, with extraordinary physical strength, but he was not able to control himself. Su Wanrong thought he was thinking again, and she shivered, twisted slightly, and whispered: "Don't, I don't think about it anymore..."

It was another kind of tone that looked like a coquettish voice, soft and soft.

This girl was a little fox, so she knew that he would eat this set. After a while, she stopped talking. He laughed softly, and didn't know what to say in her ear and muttered a few words. Su Wanrong didn't hear it clearly. Then she pulled her into her arms and lay flat on the kang and stopped moving.

"It's a bit bad, but it can be mature."

Su Wanrong:...

She heard this sentence clearly. But where did she behave? Can she be more evil than him?

He was a little dissatisfied and was about to refute a few words. However, Yinmang tightened his arms, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and whispered: "Okay, go to bed."

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On the second day, Su Wanrong was not surprised and got up late again. When she opened her eyes, she saw that the man was no longer by her side. Only Yicui was fiddling with the eight-legged bronze charcoal basin in the corner, adding charcoal fire to it.

Seeing that Su Wanrong woke up, Yicui hurriedly put down her work. She purified her hands with clear water, then she walked to the side of the warm kang with a stack of clothes. She smiled and said:

"Empress, Your Majesty went to the front yard to practice martial arts half an hour ago. Before leaving, he gave a special order. You should not clamor for the Empress to rest. After serving the Empress to wash it up later, Your Majesty will come back and have lunch with the Empress."

Su Wanrong finished washing up under Yi Cui's service, changed her clothes, and simply tied her head. It was probably because she had a good rest last night, and her legs were not sore and weak, and she also recovered some strength.

At this moment, Yi Cui supported her and opened the door, the snow outside had melted. The winter sun was warmly spread in, slightly dazzling. Su Wanrong narrowed her eyes and then looked at it after getting used to it a little.

The snow was clear and the sky was clear, but it was still very cold outside the house. The servants in the courtyard were all wearing thick cotton jackets, busy with their own friends. Only Yinmang was wearing only snow-white clothes, waving the sword in his hand slowly.

Su Wanrong is an outsider and does not understand martial arts. However, she also knows that the man's sword swinging moves neatly and powerfully, and his posture is agile, which is extraordinary. It can be seen that he has practiced for some time. It is cold and the thin fabric is soaked in sweat, and it is stuck to his broad back, so he slightly exudes the tight and strong copper-colored muscles below.

Such a strong and heroic force was developed through the wind and sand on the battlefield for a long time. No wonder there is always so much excess physical strength that it always makes her go to pieces.

The man seemed to have eyes on his back. As soon as Su Wanrong stepped out of the threshold, he turned his head and grinned at her, smiling strangely.

"Wanwan, come here." Yinmang put away his sword and waved to Su Wanrong's direction.

Su Wanrong hesitated for a while, but walked over slowly.

She had just taken a few steps, and the man in the yard seemed to be unable to wait, so he simply strolled to meet her. He stretched out his long arms and skillfully pulled her into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed the little girl's soft and sweet little mouth.

The man had been sweating for more than half an hour, and his hard chest was still filled with heat. He was caught off guard and he immediately tasted the wet and salty smell of sweat stains in his mouth.

Su Wanrongdang

He frowned and pushed away his sticky face with disgust. "It's so dirty, don't touch me!"

Yinmang didn't take it seriously at all, and even stretched out his thick tongue with a timid attitude and licked her cheek. Before she did, she smiled and leaned into her ear and said, "I didn't see you last night when I was dirtier, and I begged me to touch you more... I'm forgetful, and I don't recognize anyone if I turn against you."

After the words came to an end, the palm that held her waist did not loosen. No matter what her reaction was, she could penetrate through the edge of the hem of the clothes and felt her delicate and warm skin through the thin inner clothes. She was so fragile, as if he had broken it with a slight fold.

Yinmang recalled that he just tried to force a little last night, and she cried in pain in pain. She pressed her fingertips against her fingertips twice, thinking about something.

"Wanwan." He suddenly spoke and said to her: "I'll teach you how to practice some moves too."

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Huang Sang: Teach your wife and learn martial arts. If your wife is strong, she can help me unlock more postures.
Chapter completed!