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My heart is in turmoil: he has no grudge against me, could it be that he has a grudge against Zihe?
I haven't heard of any grievances between Song Dynasty and Qi Dynasty?
I racked my brains while biting the chopsticks, not noticing that the person opposite had already stood up and moved behind me. He rested his chin on my shoulder and asked, "Sister, who are you thinking about again? Zihe? Or Wei Han from Wei Dynasty?"
What does Wei Han have to do with this again?
He leaned his head towards my ear and bit my ear, saying, "Sister, are you full?" I absentmindedly nodded, thinking about who Wei Han was again. But he suddenly took the chopsticks from my hand and then picked me up horizontally, saying, "Since you're full, let's digest a bit."
Thrown onto the bed, I belatedly reacted and tried to sit up and run, but he pushed me back and undid his belt. As my clothes scattered, I struggled to hold back his wandering hands: "Jang Shin, can't you have some decency!"
He used the belt to tie up my hands and kissed me haphazardly, shamelessly asserting his dominance: "I don't like it when sister thinks of others. Only at this moment, sister belongs completely to me."
His power is so irresistible, I am ruthlessly suppressed, completely losing all freedom and self-esteem. The large hand on my back is so powerful, forcing me to endure.
The burning desire has already risen, pressing between my legs. At the touch of Jang Shin, I feel my flower hole is already wet, slickly entwining his fingers, enjoying the pleasure coming from below.
"....Sister, you're so wet, so tight....Mmm....Sister, I love you so much...."
Jang Shin was panting heavily, kissing from my forehead down to my collarbone, leaving several dark hickies on my neck. He especially liked to call out my name while doing it.
One arm propped on the bed, he pulled me up from the bed and sat facing me, our genitals tightly connected, continuing to thrust.
"Hmm...sister, call me, ah...mmm...tell me, are you comfortable or not..."
A large hand was pressed tightly against the back of my head, firmly held in his embrace. My face was against Jang Shin's chest, with our skin sticking together from his chest to his abdomen, sweat flowing down through the crevices. This kind of intimate full-body contact made my heart tighten, and my breathing became more rapid...
Being held in his arms and jostled around, my black hair was already disheveled, sticking to my sweaty face. I couldn't speak, so I could only let Jang Shin continue to attack me.
At the end, I felt lazy and didn't want to move. He hugged me tightly and kissed me for a long time. He rubbed his head against my sweaty chest, and even when I asked him to let go, he wouldn't, just kept calling my name...
Jang Shin completely unable to communicate normally.
This is the conclusion I reached while supporting my waist in the early morning.
Yun Gu anxiously said, "Your Highness, we need to get out as soon as possible."
"I can't rely on others for now, I have to save myself."
"In a few days, he will be crowned as king. It's a good opportunity. Let's leave Qishan Hall first and then decide."
"That person will go make arrangements."
Yun Gu was about to leave after bowing, but I suddenly remembered what Jang Shin said yesterday and stopped her: "Does the son of the Wei Dynasty have any connection with us?"
"No."
She frowned and added, "But when he was a hostage, he also pursued Your Highness. However, this person is mediocre and cannot be compared to Lord Zihe. You didn't pay much attention to him. But later, I don't know why, he not only dared not pester you, but also avoided you when he saw you."
"It doesn't sound like anything special, so I waved my hand and said, 'Okay, go ahead.'"
I counted the days on my fingers and finally reached the day before the coronation.
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