He held her instep with his left hand, curled his knuckles with his right hand and slid lightly along the soles of her feet, saying, "It is said that Shi Chong was fond of his feet. He once grind the agarwood into pieces and scattered it on the elephant bed, so that his beloved concubine could walk past the dust to see the size and shape of his footprints."

Youmeng's soles of her feet were itchy, and her whole body trembled, and she wanted to break free but couldn't take it back.

"The "Shiyi Ji" records this matter as "Bu Xiangchen"." He finished his leisurely speech, turned around and looked at her, and asked intently, which made him feel heart-warming, "Does the princess know this allusion?"

This is the allusion she mentioned at the banquet today. How could she not know? But he recounted what she said without hesitation, and this strange feeling made her spine chill, and a deep sense of fear spread from the bottom of her heart.

"Has Feng Qiwu praised your feet today?" However, the more terrifying thing came. His hands were sometimes rubbed lightly and sometimes rubbed them, and he was extremely arrogant on her feet. "Is it so white, tender and delicate that it makes men love them?"

Youmeng bit her lips uncomfortable and begged: "Let me go..."

"He said nothing. The princess's jade feet are indeed beautiful. I have discovered that you fell and injured you to tie the bones." He seemed to have never heard of it, and he was even more enjoyable to play with it. At the same time, he looked slanted and admired her increasingly sensitive appearance under the teasing. "The princess is worthy of being a physical figure who has been practicing martial arts since childhood. This jade lotus is not only small, but even the bones are particularly soft when touched."

Damn it... He actually deliberately imitated Feng Yaoxian's tone, which was so evil that it was outrageous!

"Why did I need to cure your feet?" A short sneer turned him back to Ye Yuan himself. "Healing it, but giving other men a chance to fall in love with it? No matter how I calculate it, I don't think it's worth it."

Youmeng struggled hard: "He was just a joke... He has always been such a voluptuous person!"

"How many men don't think so?" His eyes fell on the snow-white instep, with five toes, like tender lotus seeds that had just been peeled from the shell and salvaged out of water, which made him wonder, "It's just that you are born with this pair of beauties, which makes people want to touch it when they look at it. When they really touch it, they can't help but think..."

He bent down his face and secretly handed the evil gaze to her. Under her panicked gaze, he slowly fell his lips and kissed her instep. She couldn't break free, so she could only watch his slightly cool thin lips slowly squirmed.

His hands were still on his feet, but his lips swam little by little from the instep along her calves shins, falling down a wet track, gradually spreading over her knees and gently moving towards her thighs. The petal-like gauze skirt had fallen to the bottom of the valley, covering the base of her thighs in a hazy and translucent manner.

Youmeng was uncomfortable and scared, and pushed his hands to block it, trying to stop him from approaching the bottom of his skirt: "Don't do this..."

His hand reached up, finally let go of her legs and feet, and covered her whole body, clasped her arms around her waist, and asked ambiguously and coldly in her ear: "You don't want me to do this, then tell me, how many times did he touch you today?"

Youmeng shrank and avoided, Roumei was about to cry: "No..."

"Don't tell the truth?" He immediately slid his hand from her waist and penetrated straight into the bottom of the pleated skirt.

"Don't!" Youmeng was so shocked that she was so scared that she grabbed his wrist hard, trying to push his hand away, but she couldn't say, "How can I remember this kind of thing..."

He paused a moment, and his lips curled up coldly. "I originally wanted to punish you. Feng Qiwu touched you today, I will kiss you. How many times he touched you, how many times I kissed you." He looked at the trembling woman under him, "But you don't remember, then I can only use it at will. Whatever you kiss, you can't count it?"

Youmeng turned back lightly and looked at the man above her, her eyes were filled with panic: "No..."

He sneered: "The person who made the mistake was in front of me, and he had no right to say no."

Yu Bi closed her mouth hard and asked her to swallow all the begging for mercy.

A scorching breath came to her face, and her breath was taken away in an instant. He still liked to bite her lips so much. If he had been having some fun before, then this time, he was absolutely serious and no longer bit her life or death or pain. The pain made her moan and constantly push and resist, which further stimulated his desire to conquer. He was like an angry beast, ravaging her delicate lips crazily, and every mouth was full of punishment and his anger.

Fortunately, Youmeng was still awake. In order to relieve the pain of being bitten by him, she could only make her heart aside, slightly open her cherry mouth, and release her tongue, licking his lips gently with a world of difference from him, giving him a feeling of being pampered, and she tried to act realistically.

If this method is useless, you can only wait to die!

Sure enough, under her turnaround, he gradually calmed down, and even had a moment of shock and stagnation. It was obvious that she took the initiative to kiss herself like this for the first time. He took all his defense without support, and his whole body fell down, hugged her tightly, and was about to integrate her into her body. The moment she contacted her lips and tongue, the fierce love between them instantly ignited, burning all the possibilities that she still wanted to think about.

He explored every corner with his tongue, absorbed every ray of sweetness, and entangled with her so eagerly and eagerly, as if only at this time did she belong to him completely.

He really couldn't understand why he became so greedy for a woman like her, as she said, she had no talent, no virtue, no martial arts, and looked so useless. Her scheming and cleverness always looked like a joke in his eyes. But she was indeed smart, as if she could always catch his heartbeat and drum beats, and then just give him the feeling he wanted, like a charming vine, invisibly hooking his soul and causing him to sink into it.

Maybe there is really an indescribable temptation toward men, which is like a heart-warming erosion for men. Even though she knows that she is a fatal evil spirit, even a strong man like him, he will always fall into a state of despair when he gets into obsession with her.

This is her talent and his taboo.

Thinking that other men could not escape being attracted to her, she might also be intimate with them like this, and his possessiveness exploded again.

He did not stop kissing her, but he held her back and picked her up, pressing her firmly against the back of the bed. The heavy impact made her wake up in a dream, looking at him with wide eyes, and without giving her a chance to breathe or react, he kissed her deeper with a more arrogant and domineering way than before.

Youmeng stiffened half-shocked and half-angry. Although she could not see the full picture of the man's facial features clearly, she found that the way he kissed him in the soft light was particularly charming. He was using his tongue to destroy her thoughts, so wild that she could not resist.

And he had only a clear idea in his mind at this moment: he could not be controlled by her, he was the one who would dominate all this!
Chapter completed!