At this point, all reserve was thrown aside.

Yang Ruoqing stretched out her hand, hooked Luo Fengtang's neck, and responded to him.

The two hugged each other and kissed each other passionately.

She felt his eagerness and kissed her hard and domineeringly, as if he wanted to swallow her whole body into his belly.

She was a little breathless, so she pushed him away a little.

"Silly boy, why are you in such a hurry? We have all night to work, so take your time."

She blushed with embarrassment and panted.

He grinned and nodded: "Well, okay, let's slow down the pace."

she:"……"

He kissed her again.

This time, it was much gentler.

It's lingering, like the spring breeze and drizzle.

From her lips to her face.

Then there's her neck.

"These clothes are really in the way."

He said with a heavy breath, and tugged at her wedding dress with his big hands.

The wedding dress was torn open, revealing her delicate collarbones and large smooth shoulders.

His eyes widened at the sight, and he buried his head directly, kissing every inch of her shoulders carefully.

"Hey..."

She leaned back slightly and couldn't help but let out a low moan.

This sound stimulated him even more.

His kiss became a little rough again.

A pair of big hands roamed over her body.

Both of them shivered at the same time, as if they were hit by electric current at the same time.

When she didn't notice, he took off their coats and threw them on the ground outside the bed.

Inside, both of them were wearing snow-white satin clothes.

The clothes were a bit see-through, and she could see his wheat-colored chest and muscles hidden in the snow-white clothes.

She couldn't help but reach out her hand, insert it into his clothes, and caress him.

This muscle, this feel, this line, this is the style she likes.

"Qing'er..."

His eyes became more and more confused.

Looking at the girl with loose buns and disheveled clothes under her, he felt that the blood in his body was about to roar.

Somewhere under the lower abdomen, it felt even more uncomfortable.

"Huh?" She looked at him and responded.

"I want you!" He said solemnly.

The pleasant voice is tinged with a bit of hoarseness and forbearance.

She couldn't laugh or cry.

"Aren't you, aren't you doing this?"

She said, do you still need to say hello first?

As if he was encouraged, he stretched out his long arms, turned her over and sat up.

The candle shadow flickers red.

In the hazy curtain, he saw the white lingerie slipping from her shoulders.

Ruyun's beautiful hair was spread down, covering her butterfly bones.

She turned around and gently untied the pink bellyband strap around her waist, and the graceful curves of her back were revealed in front of his eyes...

He watched all this intently, knowing that this scene was enough for him to remember for a lifetime...

She was afraid that he would tear her underwear and bellyband just like he did to her wedding dress, so she took it off on her own initiative.

When she covered her chest with her hands, she turned to look at him.

Seeing his straight look, I couldn't help but laugh.

She scolded him with a bit of shyness: "What are you looking at? Haven't you been looking forward to the wedding for a long time?"

He came to his senses.

"Daughter-in-law, you are so beautiful, just like a fairy."

he murmured.

"I feel, I feel like Zhu Bajie, I, I don't even dare to touch you..."

Hearing this, she pursed her lips and smiled.

He raised a finger and lightly poked his forehead.

"Silly boy, no matter how beautiful she is, she is still your wife. She will sleep with you and give birth to your baby!" she said.

She winked at him and said, "Come on!"

His eyes suddenly lit up and his breathing felt like it was on fire.

"Daughter-in-law, I, I'm here!"

After three strokes, five divided by two, he took off all his clothes, and then, a hungry tiger pounced on her and pinned her down.

…

"Well……"

Her beautiful eyebrows were lightly knitted together, and there was a look of pain on her pretty face.

He put his hands on her sides, his body was slightly arched, and he didn't dare to move at all.

"What's up?"

He asked, "Does it hurt?"

She bit her lip and nodded slightly.

"Then...then I come out?"

He said, moving under his body, trying to pull away from her body.

"Don't……"

She yelled and raised her hand to hold his shoulder.

"Don't move around, wait until I get used to it..."

She blushed and said.

"Oh, okay..."

He responded and kept his posture, not daring to move like a sculpture.

Her snow-white legs were hooked around his waist, and her hands held his shoulders tightly, not daring to move.

In my heart, I cursed Cao Bamei a hundred times.

What does a little pain mean?

What does it mean to cut your finger and it hurts like an ant bite?

This is clearly like a red-hot iron rod being stabbed into the body, okay?

The whole body felt like it was about to be pierced. With a slight movement, every nerve and cell in the body would be torn apart!

"Qing'er, how are you doing right now?"

His concerned voice came from above his head.

She raised her eyes and saw a nervous look on his face, with beads of sweat hanging on his forehead and the bridge of his nose.

"Why are you so sweaty? Are you in pain too?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang smiled bitterly.

He wasn't in pain, he was holding it in.

When you have just entered a place of ecstasy, and you haven't even started to take off, you will be stuck here, unable to advance or retreat.
To be continued...