The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

Chapter 31

At dusk, Jing Feirong took Chu Yanchuan's hand and went to the highest peak of Yunzi Mountain to watch the sunset.The forest was deep and the spring water was gurgling. The two walked quietly for a long time, Jing Feirong finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said with a blushing face, "Dijun, you always see what I do."

Chu Yanchuan has been staring at him since he woke up, not hiding it at all, Jing Feirong was even shy by the emperor's look.

"Your Highness the Fifth Highness is good-looking." Chu Yanchuan replied.

Jing Feirong listened, and giggled a few times, quite embarrassed, but also a little proud.

Arriving at the side of the cliff, the sun was shining magnificently, and the evening wind was blowing in his face, Jing Feirong carefully put his arms around Chu Yanchuan, pinching the skirt of his clothes for him, for fear that the emperor would catch a cold and get cold.Chu Yanchuan glanced at him, stretched out his hand and opened the skirt of his clothes again, which was wider than before, revealing half of his collarbone.

"?" Jing Feirong hurriedly hugged the emperor again, "Don't blow the wind, don't blow it, it will affect the recovery of the soul."

Chu Yanchuan stopped moving, and stared at him again, Jing Feirong avoided his gaze, and said awkwardly: "Dijun, am I so good-looking..."

"Yeah." Chu Yanchuan nodded, put his arms around Jing Feirong's neck, raised his head and kissed him without warning.

Jing Feirong suddenly staggered two steps, almost fell off the cliff with his foot in the air, and after realizing it, he hurriedly hugged Chu Yanchuan's waist.The two rubbed their lips against each other for a while, Jing Feirong tentatively stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick lightly, Dijun opened his mouth obediently, and gently stroked the back of Jing Feirong's neck with his hand.There was a fragrance of flowers in the wind, Jing Feirong closed his eyes, tears rolled down his cheeks, it was cool.

Chu Yanchuan touched the tears on Jing Feirong's face, and asked him, "Why are you crying, Your Highness?"

Jing Feirong shook his head, buried his face on his shoulder, choked up and said, "I'm just happy, Dijun, I'm very happy."

"You are happy to stand against me?" Chu Yanchuan asked him.

"..." Jing Feirong took a step back in embarrassment, blushing, and argued, "That's what it's like to be young."

I haven't seen the emperor for more than 400 years. His Highness is young and energetic. What's wrong with being tough?It's not normal if it's not hard!

Unexpectedly, Chu Yanchuan took another step towards him, and asked softly, "Why does Your Highness always avoid me? Aren't you my husband?"

Ever since he kissed the emperor that day and was exposed by the emperor himself in front of everyone, Jing Feirong was in a shadow, and he didn't dare to kiss casually, so he could only kiss Chu Yanchuan on the cheek when he was asleep-but it was also very painful. I am happy, as long as I can look at Dijun, I am happy.

"I didn't hide, it's just that the emperor lost all his memories, I'm afraid you will find me offensive." Jing Feirong said aggrievedly.

Chu Yanchuan: "No, being offended by your husband is not an offense."

Jing Feirong was startled, his throat moved, and he asked in a low voice, "What's that called?"

Chu Yanchuan thought about it seriously for a while, and said, "It's called fun."

After he finished saying this, he was immediately dragged into the woods by Jing Feirong in a very "sexy" way, pressed under the tree in a "sensual" way, and then gagged and kissed in a very "sensual" way Eyes flushed.Jing Feirong's hand went in from Chu Yanchuan's cuff, and stroked the soft skin on the inside of his arm. Chu Yanchuan gasped and raised his head, and Jing Feirong kissed his neck, leaving mottled marks.The lower abdomens of the two were tightly pressed together, Jing Feirong's head was buzzing, and he was still thinking: Can we fight in the field?is this okay?It's so cold in the woods, will Dijun catch a cold?What to do if you are caught by a stone...

However, these thoughts quickly flew to the sky, Jing Feirong touched the emperor's waist, and began to think about what posture should be used later?

"Your Highness..." Chu Yanchuan made a weak voice.

"Huh?" Jing Feirong bit the emperor's collarbone, and took the time to answer vaguely.

"Yuan Shen..." Chu Yanchuan's voice was so soft that he was about to fly away, "Yuan Shen, I can't hold on anymore..."

Jing Feirong immediately raised his head, grabbed Chu Yanchuan's waist, and felt for his pulse with the other hand. Fortunately, his soul was weak but his soul was still stable.He took a rough breath, and rested his forehead on Chu Yanchuan's shoulder, feeling very distressed - the emperor's current soul is so weak that he can't even bear the intensity of the kiss.

"We're going back." Jing Feirong hugged him, "Go back and have a good rest, and I'll give Dijun some spiritual power to cultivate."

Chu Yanchuan said, "What about Long Ling?"

Jing Feirong: "Huh?"

"You told me before that my primordial spirit is not stable. You saved me from the dragon spirit. Can't you do it now?"

"No way!" Jing Feirong thought to himself, Dijun, that you are going to faint after just one kiss, and if you really want to cross the dragon spirit, you are afraid that you will never be able to get out of bed again, so am I still alive?He shook his head desperately, "That won't work, you should raise the emperor first, and talk about the dragon spirit later."

"Use your mouth?" Chu Yanchuan asked him.

Jing Feirong was stunned for a moment, and then his heart moved—it was indeed a relatively simple and effortless method, and it was the only way at present.

He would never admit that he, too, was tempted by the offer.

"Is this okay..." Jing Feirong replied shyly, like a virgin.

Chu Yanchuan didn't speak, raised his head and kissed Jing Feirong's lips, then knelt down without hesitation.He doesn't really want a dragon spirit, although the primordial spirit is empty, but Jing Feirong is by his side, so naturally there will be no serious problems - the emperor is just afraid that His Royal Highness will be hard, and it is said that he has not seen him for more than 400 years Yes, for a dragon, that is really hard work, both psychologically and physically.

When going up the mountain, it was Jing Feirong who led Chu Yanchuan, but when going down the mountain, it was the emperor who led him down.Jing Feirong's eyes were red, her face was also red, her clothes were loose, her hair was messy, the whole dragon was fascinated, and she giggled foolishly from time to time.

He stared blankly at Chu Yanchuan's side face, at his long eyelashes, at the bridge of his nose, at his mouth—ah, mouth, lips, tongue, these are what the emperor used just now to "force" himself to hand over It's too embarrassing for the dragon to come out of the dragon spirit.

Going to bed at night, Jing Feirong happily slept on the same bed with Dijun, the two chatted quietly for a while, Jing Feirong suddenly thought that his pacifier had fallen on Duanyi Mountain.He didn't want Dijun to discover his shameful oral desire again, so he endured it, endured it and fell asleep, but in his sleep, he showed his clues - he kept smacking his lips, really wanting to bite something in his mouth Li, sucked his fingers for a while, but felt that they were not soft enough, so he spit them out again, humming aggrievedly.

Chu Yanchuan woke up, stared at Jing Feirong for a while, and put his finger into his mouth.Jing Feirong held it in his mouth, sucked it, and sucked it again, no, it's still not soft enough, don't want this.He turned his head and spit out Chu Yanchuan's fingers, feeling very sad, his mouth shrunk, and he was about to cry immediately, Chu Yanchuan quickly patted him awake: "Your Highness."

"Hmm...?" Jing Feirong opened his eyes dimly, thinking that something was wrong with Chu Yanchuan, and sat up quickly, with saliva still hanging from his mouth, he asked, "What's wrong with Dijun?"

Chu Yanchuan shook his head, pulled him back to the bed and lay down, faced him face to face, and asked, "What is Your Highness looking for?"

Still caught, hateful oral period!Jing Feirong said in a muffled voice, "I want a pacifier..."

Chu Yanchuan wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth for him, and asked, "Has Your Highness' oral desire period passed yet?"

"Yeah." Jing Feirong nodded, "Because not long after she was born, she...has no milk to eat."

"Ah, yes, Lin Yun told me that he was resurrected only ten years ago." Chu Yanchuan asked again, "Aside from a pacifier, what else can I use instead?"

The moonlight flowed into the window, the bed curtains were slightly swayed, Jing Feirong stared at his face, and replied: "The emperor used to let me drink your milk."

Although it is only eaten while making it, but if you sleep with your mouth in your mouth, you have never experienced it before. When the emperor loses his memory, why not encourage him to try it!

Chu Yanchuan really believed it. He nodded, stretched out his hand to untie his underwear, exposed his bare chest, raised his eyes and asked, "Does Your Highness want to eat now?"

Jing Feirong licked his lips, put his arms around Chu Yanchuan's waist, leaned close and lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

Let the pacifier stay in Duanyi Mountain, it shouldn't be needed in the future.