The feet were warm and cold. Ning Wan realized that the two of them were still standing in the narrow bathtub and couldn't help but say angrily: It's all the blame for the prince, the water is cold.
What's the difficulty?After a full meal, Fang Junchi was covered in thin sweat, and his handsome and uncast face was even more energetic. He carefully placed the woman in the bathtub, and then stretched out a white and slender palm. His luck sank in the water. After a while, a white mist rose on the water surface, and the water temperature slowly increased.
Ning Wan soaked in warm water, except for the heart of her legs, and her pores were stretched out all over her body, secretly scolding herself for immersed in Fang Junchi's miserable past, but forgot that he is now both civil and military, and has pure internal skills, how could he be afraid of that cold dew?
He couldn't help but think about how difficult it would be for him to practice this kung fu under the condition that he would be stabbed by the palm of his hand when he held the sword.
Fang Junchi seemed to know what she was thinking, and half teased: If he could get the care of Pity, it would be fine if he didn't want this skill.Regardless of the half-hard cock standing between her legs, she twisted up the towel and handbag to wipe her body carefully, and then washed away her thin sweat before she carried the person to the bed.
When his sore legs were separated by him again, Ning Wan exclaimed in surprise, "Prince!"Only the thrilling pleasure was noticed during the previous intense exercise, but now there was a slight sting.
Don't worry, I'm not a beast.Just give you some medicine.The miserable little hole in front of me was slightly red and swollen, and the petals were wide open. The erect jade core was vaguely visible. Although the small honey hole was closed, it was slightly dark in color and had a slight tear.
He made a delicate small box from somewhere, stretched out his finger and dug out the pink ointment, held his breath, and carefully applied it around the petals and narrow holes.
His movements were so gentle and thoughtful that he did not notice the woman's trembling eyelashes.
It was this medicine again... Ning Wan's heart sank little by little. This familiar cool feeling made her suddenly frustrated, and her heart would not hurt if she didn't move. She knew the direction of the plot, but she gradually indulged his deliberate or unintentional tenderness.
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Prince Yu’s Mansion.
The man in white stood tall and stood with a light brow, and pointed his slender fingers on a stack of rolls of paper full of dense small characters. When he opened his mouth, he had a majesty that could not be ignored: Are you all here?
A calm and simple middle-aged man bowed slightly: Master, it’s all here.Including the training log recorded by Shuyuwa, apart from several excellent things, she has no stranger in her life experience and has never had any contact with strangers.
In this way, is it really God's will?His life on thin ice for more than ten years has made him develop a beast-like intuition, and he always feels that Qingpity's clear eyes make him look unreachable, and the osmanthus cake that made him out of control a few days ago... Fang Junchi put his hands behind his back, his straight back was like a pineapple, and a trace of confusion flashed in his beautiful peach blossom eyes. Uncle Ping, you go down first.
Chen Pingyuan was a servant of Prince Yu’s mother before her marriage. All three generations of ancestors were loyal servants of the Chen family in Jiangnan. After more than ten years of planning with Fang Junchi, he had been planning for more than ten years. Seeing that the master who had always been decisive in killing and decisive showed rare fragility, he should have said it and then withdrew. He carefully said: Master, I don’t know if it should be said or not.
But it doesn't matter.Although Fang Junchi was a prince, he still respected this elder who was both a father and a brother, in addition to being a master and a servant.
Chen Ping gritted his teeth and knelt down with a thud: Master, he is just a woman, everything is ready, he only needs this last kick, so he must not be soft-hearted.
But... it was a woman... Fang Junchi suddenly felt like an ant had a light bite, and then there was a numb pain all over his body.
Chen Ping had not received his answer and stubbornly knelt straight on his knees.
Fang Junchi turned around and refused to look at Chen Ping kneeling on the ground.After a long time, he spoke: Forget it, get up, what did the person in the Yangxin Palace do?
Thank you, my master, it was still a messenger who was paying close attention to the movements of Shuyuhu.
My brother can't change this old problem.
What's the difficulty?After a full meal, Fang Junchi was covered in thin sweat, and his handsome and uncast face was even more energetic. He carefully placed the woman in the bathtub, and then stretched out a white and slender palm. His luck sank in the water. After a while, a white mist rose on the water surface, and the water temperature slowly increased.
Ning Wan soaked in warm water, except for the heart of her legs, and her pores were stretched out all over her body, secretly scolding herself for immersed in Fang Junchi's miserable past, but forgot that he is now both civil and military, and has pure internal skills, how could he be afraid of that cold dew?
He couldn't help but think about how difficult it would be for him to practice this kung fu under the condition that he would be stabbed by the palm of his hand when he held the sword.
Fang Junchi seemed to know what she was thinking, and half teased: If he could get the care of Pity, it would be fine if he didn't want this skill.Regardless of the half-hard cock standing between her legs, she twisted up the towel and handbag to wipe her body carefully, and then washed away her thin sweat before she carried the person to the bed.
When his sore legs were separated by him again, Ning Wan exclaimed in surprise, "Prince!"Only the thrilling pleasure was noticed during the previous intense exercise, but now there was a slight sting.
Don't worry, I'm not a beast.Just give you some medicine.The miserable little hole in front of me was slightly red and swollen, and the petals were wide open. The erect jade core was vaguely visible. Although the small honey hole was closed, it was slightly dark in color and had a slight tear.
He made a delicate small box from somewhere, stretched out his finger and dug out the pink ointment, held his breath, and carefully applied it around the petals and narrow holes.
His movements were so gentle and thoughtful that he did not notice the woman's trembling eyelashes.
It was this medicine again... Ning Wan's heart sank little by little. This familiar cool feeling made her suddenly frustrated, and her heart would not hurt if she didn't move. She knew the direction of the plot, but she gradually indulged his deliberate or unintentional tenderness.
********************
Prince Yu’s Mansion.
The man in white stood tall and stood with a light brow, and pointed his slender fingers on a stack of rolls of paper full of dense small characters. When he opened his mouth, he had a majesty that could not be ignored: Are you all here?
A calm and simple middle-aged man bowed slightly: Master, it’s all here.Including the training log recorded by Shuyuwa, apart from several excellent things, she has no stranger in her life experience and has never had any contact with strangers.
In this way, is it really God's will?His life on thin ice for more than ten years has made him develop a beast-like intuition, and he always feels that Qingpity's clear eyes make him look unreachable, and the osmanthus cake that made him out of control a few days ago... Fang Junchi put his hands behind his back, his straight back was like a pineapple, and a trace of confusion flashed in his beautiful peach blossom eyes. Uncle Ping, you go down first.
Chen Pingyuan was a servant of Prince Yu’s mother before her marriage. All three generations of ancestors were loyal servants of the Chen family in Jiangnan. After more than ten years of planning with Fang Junchi, he had been planning for more than ten years. Seeing that the master who had always been decisive in killing and decisive showed rare fragility, he should have said it and then withdrew. He carefully said: Master, I don’t know if it should be said or not.
But it doesn't matter.Although Fang Junchi was a prince, he still respected this elder who was both a father and a brother, in addition to being a master and a servant.
Chen Ping gritted his teeth and knelt down with a thud: Master, he is just a woman, everything is ready, he only needs this last kick, so he must not be soft-hearted.
But... it was a woman... Fang Junchi suddenly felt like an ant had a light bite, and then there was a numb pain all over his body.
Chen Ping had not received his answer and stubbornly knelt straight on his knees.
Fang Junchi turned around and refused to look at Chen Ping kneeling on the ground.After a long time, he spoke: Forget it, get up, what did the person in the Yangxin Palace do?
Thank you, my master, it was still a messenger who was paying close attention to the movements of Shuyuhu.
My brother can't change this old problem.
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