Strongest Eccentric Consort Chapter 909: Liar.

"Trust me."

A hoarse voice, gentle and unpleasant.

The exact opposite of his cold, indifferent and ruthless appearance.

It's just three short words...

But with the power that almost penetrated the soul, she instantly felt at ease.

She blinked her long eyelashes that were glistening with steam, and timidly wrapped her neck around his neck, leaning on him almost dependently...

Give your body and mind, along with everything, to him prudently.

"You must not blame me..."

Her soft voice murmured to herself: "Otherwise, I won't let you go."

He didn't take it to heart at all, and moved with a gentle love that even he was aware of. He pressed close to her cheek and kissed her sweaty little face: "Don't be afraid..."

Lou Qianxue was bewitched by this tenderness...

He took the opportunity to seal her with hot thin lips, and at the same time, his waist was slightly sinking...

"Wow..."

She squinted slightly, and the transparent liquid overflowed from the corners of her eyes. Her thin white fingers pushed him subconsciously, but she was tightly restrained, and even the pain in her lips was eaten by him...

The soft and delicate body wriggled with trembling, but the arms branded on the waist were like iron pincers.

The murderous thing that is eager to explode, when I first explored the flower path, I was caught by a young, tender and tight hoop, making it impossible to move an inch.

However, when he suddenly touched such a warm, soft, wet, hot, tenderness that was completely different from his own, his back was tense and his eyes were red. Except for wanting to go deeper and explore more, there was nothing else. Idea...

Suppressing all her refusals and screams, he moved forward with indomitable strength and domineering, bit by bit, completely opening up and occupying the territory that belonged to him...

The sound of silk splitting suddenly sounded, and Lou Qianxue's body was as tender and soft as water, and instantly stretched...

Pain!

The pain of tearing made her eyes black.

But the hot and big beast is still moving forward like a broken bamboo...

She was trembling all over...

The thin lips that covered her lips finally left, she cried and pushed him: "No...don't..."

Obviously he's not a squeamish person, but now he doesn't seem to be able to bear a little pain, not to mention his extraordinary talent, which is unbearable.

She doesn't want him anymore, she just thinks that this kind of torture will never taste again...

The veins on his forehead jumped, and the arrow was on the string. He had to send it. How could she refuse?

And he was in so much pain that she was 'biting' as if he was about to break.

I don't care to plug the mouth that said refusal words, but my fingers also pity to the place where the two meet to ease her...

Between lips and teeth, he comforted her vaguely: "The book says...the first time, it will hurt...it will be fine in a while..."

She hummed in protest.

"Good, I will let you get used to me as soon as possible..."

Speaking and moving.

Her tears fell faster and faster...

Liar!

It hurts even more...

The fiery kiss was intermittent, and the strange and familiar numbness rose from the limbs, gradually replacing the pain...

Her screaming turned into a coquettish moan. Oh...

You can then...

Soon!

Long and endless encroachment, occupation and claim, turned into overloaded torture...

More than last night, more ecstatic, more thrilling and gorgeous, grabbing all her senses, whether it's pain or pleasure, all of them are under his domineering control...

Whether he caters to or refuses, he will always accept him, and the answer he gives will always only be - want her, give her, have her!