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Yue Chanjuan curled up her body, trying to conceal the limitless glory she was feeling. However, how could she hide her hands?

The crabapple pear Gu grabbed Yue Chan Juan's hands and tied them to the top of her head, looking down at the beauty of this world.

Her beautiful hair fell down, and her jade-white skin, which was as black as the clouds, made one's heart beat even more.

His body bullied against the snow, his face seized the beauty of the wondrous flowers, his skin reflected the crystal lamp's ethereal light, emitting an alluring and charming luster.

A faintly discernible cold fragrance wafted about the room as Yue Chanjuan's breathing quickened.

She didn't dare open her eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered, revealing the uneasiness in her heart.

His hands were tightly bound to the top of his head by the crabapple pear's powerful big hands. It was a humiliation, an endless humiliation.

The old man in front of her was old enough to be her father, or even her grandfather. An ancient aura faintly enveloped her. The smell of withered grass in the night. His body had already entered its twilight years, just like the withered grass in the plains.

She was fresh like a flower with dewdrops on it. She had bud ready to bloom, but she was destined to be under this old man in this endless night, suffering humiliation.

Unreconciled!

Not willing!

But he could not resist!

Lying obediently on the bed, the only thing she could do was to bear the pain!

Her hair was dark, her eyes were bright, her fingers were slender and delicate, and her eyebrows were like daisies. Black clouds at the temples, the crescent moon on the brow, muscle condensation and snow, the face against the morning glow. The shy red face, let the drunk hibiscus also lose all of the fragrance, make the eyes of the pear more intense.

The eyes of the crabapple pear congealed in darkness. She was the most beautiful snow lotus, the most beautiful flower in the world. On his skin that was as fragrant as a flower petal, there was the mark of his rough hand as he lightly slid past Yue Chan Juan's delicate body, not letting a single inch of it slip by.

With a deep and serene gaze, Yue Chanjuan tightly shut her eyes. The only thing that wavered in front of her eyes was Tuoba Fei's handsome figure.

Her silver teeth slightly clenched, and her delicate body trembled under the hands of the Pear Blossom Valley Elder. She wanted to refuse, wanted to escape, but she did not dare to make the slightest movement.

Why did he have such a feeling?

She had clearly been intimate with Tuoba Fei several times before, but now her body had such a reaction?

Why did she have this kind of throbbing and faint longing under this old man who disgusted her?

Why wasn't tonight him?

Tuoba Fei …

Yue Chan desperately called out Tuoba Fei's name from the bottom of her heart. She would rather lose her virginity than have this pure and innocent body. The most precious first time was Tuoba Fei's possession!

His hands were so strong that her hands could not move, so they could only be bound by him, at his command.

"Wuyou, you're so beautiful!"

The crabapple was suppressed, her beauty and emotions were stirred, her delicate body trembled, making him unable to suppress it. However, he still did not lose his rationality, and had to see her completely fall under his palm.

No matter when, whether it was on the horse or on the bed, he was used to taking the initiative, liking the feeling of taking the initiative and controlling everything. He liked to see the enemy defeated by him as they prostrated themselves at his feet, trembling as they begged for mercy. It was just like at this moment, this woman who liked to see him so much was controlled by him.

The trembling under his palm made it difficult for him to control himself.

A tree of pear blossoms pressed down on the crabapple. The pear blossoms had boundless tenderness and pity in their hearts. Only when Yue Chan Juan had used her body to block the concealed weapon's poison did he truly take her as his woman.

Yue Chanjuan's body trembled nonstop. She could not suppress her trembling. Unwillingness and nervousness, as well as the feeling of humiliation from the bottom of her heart, made her unable to control herself.

"Wuyou, why are you so afraid? Am I that fearsome in your eyes? "

"Chenqie, this is the first time chenqie has been so manly …"

Yue Chanjuan's voice trembled. This was not the first time, but she was even more nervous than the first. Even when she was with Tuoba Fei for the first time, she had never been this nervous or frightened.

Deep within his heart, he was unwilling to marry the crabapple pear, and even more unwilling to give his first time to this old man.

In her heart, Tuoba Fei should be her first man. That was because he was the first man who had seen every inch of her.

He had countless women, and he knew how to allow a woman to fall into his palm, to ask for his favor.

Her body went against her logic and will. She was undoubtedly an extremely experienced man, and every time, Yue Chanjuan would sink little by little into his quagmire.

It was clearly annoying and undesirable, but he couldn't control his body's reaction. He slowly rubbed it back and forth, as if he was playing a zither. And she was the zither under his hand, causing ripples to form.

The pear blossom lowered its head, and its hand slipped.

Yue Chanjuan tightly held the hand of the crabapple pear. She was struggling, her eyes dark and gloomy under her face, her despair invisible to anyone.

"Wuyou, you're mine, you only belong to me. Wuyou, every single inch of yours belongs to me."

Yue Chanjuan tightly closed her eyes, and her fingernails pierced into the palm of the crabapple pear, making it almost impossible for her to control herself.

Within the heavy curtains, the figures of people were swaying and trembling. The fluctuating curtains were like a tidal wave …

The pear tree slightly frowned, bent over and Yue Chan Juan as one, the charming atmosphere, drifting in the room.

However, there was something missing. The moon was shining brightly in front of his eyes, and the snow-crescent moon was as alluring as a grain of sand in full bloom. However, he felt a sense of powerless and despair.

His eyes were incomparably deep as he stared coldly at the beautiful young girl in front of him. She was the most beautiful flower, and he had also decided to pluck her tonight. However …

Shun Yu suddenly stood up and left.