The maids were ordered by Zhou Gongyu, but they did not stop her.

Zhou Gongyu didn't delay it for too long, but when he returned to the room, Xiaoman still fell asleep.

The soft bedding was wrapped in a ball, with half of her head exposed at the top, and her hair spread out in a messy way, red and black, with a dazzling beauty.

Zhou Gongyu sat on the couch and looked at her quietly for a while. After a long time, he stretched out his hand and stroked her cheek.

Xiaoman, who was sleeping well, suddenly touched his cold fingers on his cheeks, frowned and shrank into the quilt, and muttered in a low voice.

The person who was watching her chuckled, stopped teasing her, and got up and called people to prepare water and wash.

A few candles were extinguished, leaving behind a candle that was lit silently. The flames jumped and could only illuminate the small area. The bedroom was still dark and unclear, and it was impossible to see what was clearly.

It was precisely because of this that Xiaoman woke up in a daze at night, completely forgot about the fact that he married Zhou Gongyu. He thought he was in his room, and he was sleepy and was about to climb out of bed to drink water. He suddenly pressed to someone beside him, and then he widened his eyes in horror and froze at a loss.

Zhou Qiaoyu didn't care, so she stood up and rubbed her head, her voice hoarse as if she had just woken up, and she asked, "Do you want to drink water?"

Xiaoman nodded, and Zhou Gongyu then went down, poured tea and handed it to her.

"It's not too cold, drink less. If you really feel thirsty, I'll let someone pick up hot tea."

After some trouble, when she lay down again, she couldn't sleep anymore and turned her back to Zhou Gongyu in a daze.

I have never slept with him before, but she fell asleep on those two times and knew nothing. This time I clearly felt that Zhou Gongyu was lying beside her, breathing close to her ears, and she really couldn't sleep.

Xiaoman lay down in fear and never dared to move around again, for fear that he would stick with him in a while.

When the person next to him breathed smoothly, he sounded like he was asleep.

She was about to get into the quilt, but she heard Zhou Gongyu's voice suddenly sound.

He sighed, his tone slightly helpless.

"Xiaoman, you've pressed my hair."

Xiaoman immediately hid against the wall and was pulled into his arms by him.

The two of them were close to each other, and they could still feel each other's heat through their thin clothes.

Zhou Gongyu felt her body tense and joked: "I can't sleep, should I try it?"

Before Xiaoman could speak no, he turned over and suppressed her.

When the kiss fell, she did not refuse.

The hair is wrapped around and breathing can be heard.

In the quiet night, the sticky sounds seemed so clear that they made people blush.

Xiaoman raised his head slightly, and his white neck looked down, and there was snow-white skin.

Zhou Gongyu bit her shoulders and neck lightly, leaving a red mark.

The hair swept across her naked skin, stirring up a tremor, and she whispered: "Can you forget it?"

She suddenly became a little scared.

Zhou Gongyu stopped and his breathing was slightly chaotic.

"What do you think?"

"I think it's still...well!"

She was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and she panickedly grabbed Zhou Gongyu's hand.

After Zhou Gongyu heard her voice, he burst into laughter.

"Be good, I won't be too much."

The slender fingers that I hold on the pen on my daily life are also very flexible when using the untied belt. The gentle material of the clothes falls off and is thrown away casually.

Xiaoman covered his face and didn't dare to look at him. He kept drilling into the bedding, and was pulled out and held down.

Zhou Gongyu's palm was half soft and comforted her in a seductive tone. Wherever her fingertips fell, she would light a ball of fire.

Every slight whisper that emanated from Xiaoman's throat was a deadly poison for Zhou Qiaoyu.

The bodies are stacked together, and the thin waist bent into an unspeakable arc.

A cluster of candlelight shook lightly, vaguely illuminating the ups and downs of people.

The subtle sound lasted for a long time, and Xiaoman was thirsty and asked for water again, which made Zhou Qiaoyu calm down a little.

She finally understood why Jiang Ruoruo told her not to be afraid. It turned out that this was what she meant.

If you want to say it is scary... it is indeed quite scary. It is far from what the book says. As expected, it is still true to see it.

When it was getting dark, Zhou Gongyu pulled the quilt for Xiaoman. She opened her eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't mess with me..."

Zhou Gongyu was stunned for a moment and asked her: "It hurts a lot?"

When it comes to this matter, Zhou Gongyu is already trying hard to restrain her and takes good care of her feelings. He will notice her expression every time, hoping to bring her happiness.

But no matter what, she will be unable to control her feelings, and she will still make her cry.

Xiaoman's voice was still a little hoarse when he spoke.

"I'm sleepy, don't talk to me."

She closed her eyes and continued to sleep, a warmth fell from her eyes and she was about to leave.

"good."

When Xiaoman woke up again, he thought Zhou Gongyu had left long ago, but he heard some noise and rubbed his eyes and was about to turn his head.

"Don't move for now."

Zhou Gongyu held her body.

Xiaoman looked sideways and found that Zhou Gongyu was extremely bored, so he braided a strand of her hair into complicated braids.

Even she can't make up, why is a dignified prince still learning such things?

"Why do you still braid your hair?"

Zhou Gongyu said in a gentle voice: "I saw Concubine Hui weaving for Ningyu before, and I thought it was good, so I wrote it down. I wanted to make it for you a long time ago."

It took him three years to remember how long it was, but he could hardly remember it.

Xiaoman blinked and said, "It's great, then you can braid my hair now."

Zhou Gongyu smiled.
Chapter completed!