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Lian Qing acted as if she did not see his furious face nor did she hear his words. She slowly squatted on the ground and picked up the pieces of porcelain that were shattered into pieces.

Ming Cang didn't look at her. He regretted it the moment he said it. However, he was the king now, so he couldn't be this kind to her. He pretended to take out a book and started reading it, but he didn't manage to read any of the words.

Lian Qing squatted on the ground. Behind her, there were layers upon layers of white skirts. Her entire body was like a lotus blooming on a pond of clear jade, thin and elegant. He didn't know that before he knew it, she had already grown into a woman.

He looked at the figure as it walked out, holding the broken shard. He was somewhat hesitant. Suddenly, he saw a snaking mark on the black floor and he quickly ran out.

Lian Qing walked in front of him with quick steps. It was as if she was crying and was wiping her tears with her hand. Feeling anxious, he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him back. Then, he said, "Lian Qing, what happened to your hand? Quickly, let me take a look."

The woman's hand was soft and white, with a big cut on it. A large amount of blood was wriggling through the pink wound. She saw the people who were rushing over behind her, staring at him in disbelief. There were still tears on her face, mixed with fresh red blood, as if they were meeting each other for the first time. A little girl looked at her with dependence and terror.

Ming Cang's heart suddenly started to ache fiercely as he thought about the promise he made to Lian Qing. He used his robe to gently wipe away the tears and blood on her face. He gently pulled her hand and said, "Come, let's go back and apply the medicine."

Lian Qing's house was extremely simple and crude. It only had the simplest chairs and beds, not even a woman's dressing mirror, let alone any other things. She watched him looking around for medicine, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed, his eyes unfocused, staring at his toes.

Ming Cang couldn't find any medicine, so he asked with a frown, "Why is it so quiet here, without any medicine?"

Lian Qing's voice was cold and pleasant to hear: "I usually don't get sick. Where did the medicine come from?"

Ming Cang looked at her hand and said, "I'll help you bandage it up. Can you apply the medicine at my place?" Looking at her appearance, it was as if she was the youth that let him go home with her that year.

Lian Qing tilted her head and smiled. "Sure." That smile was like the rustling of pear blossoms, falling off one after another. She was unreasonably beautiful, without any hint of elegance. Ming Cang was stunned.

He tore off the hem of his coat and wrapped his arm around hers. He took her hand, and the two of them clasped their fingers under their wide sleeves, with the power of reassurance.

Ming Cang's room was very large, with a pleasant and steady fragrance. Within the hall, layers of muslin curtains hung down, and the lights were dim. Unexpectedly, the fragrance seemed to become stifling and strange for no reason.

Ming Cang didn't see the blush on Lian Qing's cheeks. He pulled her onto the bed and found medicine for himself. He opened the clothes in her hands and carefully applied the medicine again.

Under the candlelight, his brow creased slightly, his eyelashes casting a gentle shadow on his face. His lips were very thin and tightly pursed. He earnestly helped Lian Qing change the medicine, as if this was the most important thing in the world. "Does it hurt?" he asked suddenly. He then raised his eyes and looked at Lian Qing.

Only now did he realize that Lian Qing's cheeks were already red and her face was bashful as she stared at him in a daze. He seemed to be in a daze for a moment, then lowered his head and began to process her wounds. Lian Qing also felt a bit embarrassed and didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Dian Ming Cang didn't like having too many people, and there were only the two of them in this large bedroom. It was as if their heartbeats could be heard in the air.

No matter how slow he was, it was all over. Ming Cang heaved a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to stand up, he was suddenly embraced by a warm and fragrant embrace. He had been squatting in front of her. Now, all he knew was that his head was buried in a soft spot, a woman's breasts. Ming Cang's heart skipped a few beats and then started to jump up and down.

Ignoring his disordered heartbeat, he sat on the bed. He went up and looked at the girl in front of him. Lian Qing lowered her head and appeared even more bashful. He gently lifted her chin and asked: "Lian Qing, you like me, don't you?"

The girl quickly raised her head to look at him, then lowered her head and nodded. Ming Cang suddenly felt a sense of joy in his heart. This feeling was similar to the feeling when he was cultivating, light as a feather. It was not as if he had never experienced such things before. Looking at the girl before him, he felt an inexplicable rush. Move.

He pulled her body and gently kissed her forehead, saying, "So it turns out that Lian Qing has also grown up." Finally, his warm lips fell on hers.

The young girl's lips were clear and sweet, carrying a faint fragrance. As if he had tasted something excellent, he could not help but want more.

He held her in his arms, one hand on her back, the other on the back of her head. His flexible tongue was in her mouth, moving restlessly. The two of them had no experience. Their lips met, and blood came out. A fishy smell.

As if she was in pain, Lian Qing cried out in a low voice. The two of them were so close … It would be the opposite if he were to cry out in secret. The people who were drawn wanted more.

She was sitting on his lap now, her arms hanging limply over her head. The ring of the hairpin was in disarray, and her eyes looked as if they were about to drip with water. There was no gap between the two of them as she pressed her soft body against his chest. Her delicate body sat on her lap.

He picked her up and slowly placed her on the bed, covering her with his own blanket. He kissed her slowly from her lips all the way to her neck, her collarbone and finally to her chest. Her clothes were in disarray, but he did not take them off. He began to slowly kiss her through the thin layer of fabric.

The cloth slowly got wet and stuck to his body. She felt her heart beating faster and her body shaking.

She weakly put her hand on his head, already numb to the point that she didn't know how to resist.

His hand slowly slid down, and he felt nothing but a slither. He whispered in her ear again. "Trust me, huh?"

His voice had a strange calmness to it, and her flustered, helpless heart had settled down. Her voice was now so tender that even she couldn't detect it. She nodded and said, "I believe you, Ah Ming."

He was already swollen, and now that they were finally able to stick together without any resistance, he slowly kissed her as he walked in. She felt some pain and he gently said, "Be good and wait a while." He couldn't wait any longer. He began.

Lian Qing only felt pain in every part of her body. It was a burning pain. She looked at the face he was enjoying on her. She couldn't say anything if she rejected, so she could only bite her lips and try her best to cooperate with him. He was not tired either and had to change his posture several times before Lian Qing decided to leave him alone in the middle of the night.

The two of them were already exhausted. They didn't have the energy to wash up, so they just stood there. He slept with his arms around his body. Lian Qing always had nightmares, but tonight in the arms of the underworld, she was very at ease.

The next morning, she was woken up by her body movements. The man rubbed her, his face like a greedy child. She felt as if her waist was about to break. I... "I'm in so much pain."

Ming Cang ignored her and said vaguely, "Be good. I'm in pain too." He was still one with her. This time, she slowly felt a hint of pleasure, but after a while, she felt pain again. She pushed the man who was still indefatigable on her back and asked, "Are you all right?"

The man looked at her flushed face and pinched it. "Silly child, are you not aware that this is a comfortable thing to do?" He still wouldn't let her go. After the two of them had toyed with each other for an entire day, Ming Cang finally let Lian Qing off.

A personal relationship between a man and a woman. The secret matter was immediately kissed. It was sealed. He had spent all day with Lian Qing, so he didn't have to think about those troublesome matters. He accompanied her to pick lotus seeds, and the two of them wrote and played chess together. They silently looked at each other and smiled. In the evening, it was the most suitable time for the auction.

He felt that he had to rely on Lian Qing. Her body was warm and compact, with a calming energy that wrapped around her. It would be great if she could stay here forever. He held Lian Qing and said, "Lian Qing, promise me that you will never leave me for the rest of your life."

The woman softly replied in his arms, "Okay, I will never leave Amin."

Still feeling that it was not enough, he added, "You will not betray me for the rest of your life."

The woman was as gentle as ever. "Fine, I will not betray you, Ah Ming, for the rest of my life."

His panicked and helpless heart finally calmed down. It was as if he had obtained the world by hugging Lian Qing. He said, "There's no master, just you and me, that's fine. We are the only ones who exist in this world. I do not betray Lian Qing, and Lian Qing, do not betray me.

His voice echoed through the empty chamber, carrying a sense of emptiness and desolation. Lian Qing ignored the pain in her heart and hugged him.