Da Li Temple - Chapter 44

Chapter 44
Broken Porcelain

OMG!
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Lin Wanqing was going to be stimulated crazy by such a picture. She even suspected that the man behind her wasn’t Su Moyi, or perhaps he was wearing Su Moyi’s mask.
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Zhou Yipu?
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“Mmm……” The flower p*ssy was penetrated deeply again, and as her fluttering thoughts returned to their place, Lin Wanqing heard the man behind her whisper, “Don’t think about something you shouldn’t.”
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Lin Wanqing: “……”
Okay, I almost forgot that Lord Su can read minds. But she had been f*cked up too hard, and if she continued to do so, she felt afraid that she would have to walk on weak legs for the next few days. So, Lin Wanqing, who had never feared power and refused to compromise, kissed the man’s ear sideways and softly begged for mercy to say, “Lord …… don’t, don’t stick it in anymore …… quick, quick finish it!”
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The man’s body visibly trembled uncontrollably. Seeing that this move was effective, Lin Wanqing hurriedly rode the wave of victory, clamping down on her flower p*ssy while continuing, “Lord is too strong, I, I can’t stand it ……”
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Su Moyi grunted and accelerated his thrusting. His lean and muscular arms were full of muscles. He took one of her legs and raised it upwards, and when he put it down, he pushed his waist again. With the two phases working together, Lin Wanqing quickly cl*maxed once more.

Su Moyi, however, still had no signs of ej*culation.
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“My Lord ……” Lin Wanqing almost sobbed, “My Lord, don’t, don’t stick it in …… Spare me! ……” The more delicate she was, the harder he thrust.
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In the end, Lin Wanqing could only cry and beg with a trembling voice, “Lord, spare my life …… hmmm …… Lord, stop. Lord, spare me ……”
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Under the delicate, soft chant, Su Moyi finally reached the critical point. He thrust a few times and eventually released a low roar. The horse’s eye pressed against the womb opening, and a stream of thick s*men shot into her tiny ut*rus, scalding her to another org*sm. When everything calmed down again, the tight flower p*ssy was already too full. Before Su Moyi could pull himself out, all that thick s*men and spring water dripped out along the tightly closed p*ssy.
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Lin Wanqing calmed her breathing. She felt dizzy. Su Moyi seemed to have sidled and kissed her in the dim light. He appeared to call her ‘Qingqing’ in her ear, his tone lingering and gentle. His hot chest pressed against her sweaty back, and under the moonlight, he held her tightly.
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“Qingqing ……”
“Qingqing ……”
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Qingqing. That was a name that only her closest family members would call her. Hearing it again after so many years, she suddenly wanted to cry a little. Lin Wanqing felt as if she was finally no longer alone. The man behind her had a burning chest, and the arm encircled her was as warm as the sun. The warmth of this moment made her stay. But she also understands that there are some things that Lin Wanqing, who drank ‘Confused Heart,’ can think about, but she can not.

Tonight, indeed, it was an indulgence. But people always become greedy after gaining. If she confessed her origin to Su Moyi, would Su Moyi choose to believe her? If he did, they might have a future. After putting everything into place and clearing up the Xiao family’s grievances, she can take the identity of the Xiao family’s daughter and be together with him openly. With her thoughts in turmoil, Lin Wanqing raised her head. The moon is cold and quiet tonight, but someone’s heart can no longer be peaceful.

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Early in the morning, a line of pale light drifted down from the corner of the window, and the morning breeze ruffled the bed curtain.
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Daylight shook her eyes, and Lin Wanqing woke up. Consciousness had yet to return, but the soreness in her body was already signaling last night’s absurdity. She was stunned momentarily, grabbed the brocade coverlet on her body, and turned over – feeling the empty spot on her side. For a brief moment of trance, she reached over and found only a piece of coldness within the folds. Lin Wanqing rubbed her tired head, suspecting she had only dreamed a strange dream last night.
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“Awake?” A low, magnetic male voice, slightly colored with some hoarseness.
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The fingertips that touched the piece of brocade coverlet trembled, and Lin Wanqing lowered her eyes and squeezed out a sentence from between her nostrils, “En ……”
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They stayed like this: one sat while the other stood, falling into silence. Without looking, Lin Wanqing knew what state Lord Su was in now. His face must be so red that it could drip blood, tugging his fists tightly with forced composure, and maybe his eyes didn’t dare to look at her. To put it bluntly, Lord Su, outside the bed, always had such a solemn and shy demeanor.

Lin Wanqing couldn’t help but feel guilty that she was the one who ‘overpowered’ him. Unsure who held down her waist last night, using both hard and soft tactics, coaxing and deceiving her to ask for it again and again.
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The man standing before the bed was nervous, and his palms were sweating. Moreover, seeing her lowered her head without saying anything, he thought it was because he was too hard last night and made her cry several times, causing her to be unhappy. So, he pretended to put his fist against his lips, cleared his throat, turned around, and brought a bowl of warm red date and cinnamon soup from the table.
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“You ……” Su Moyi had never spoken to anyone so nervously, and now he felt his tongue would tie itself in knots.
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Lin Wanqing looked up and saw a bowl of soup appear before her. And the hand that was holding it was shaking. She looked down, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously pulled up a smile, and a sweet flavor arose in her heart.
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“I haven’t washed …… yet,” she murmured, “Bring me my clothes from the cupboard.”
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“Oh ……” For the first time, Lord Su was so obedient. He put down the soup bowl and turned around to fetch Lin Wanqing’s clothes.
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After refreshing up, Lin Wanqing finally felt renewed. She slipped on her embroidered shoes and started drinking the soup.
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Su Moyi somehow found a book and pretended to lean on her side to look at it with his head buried in his hands. The spoon collided with the porcelain bowl, making a tinkling sound.
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Lin Wanqing, holding the porcelain bowl, suddenly opened her mouth and said, “Lord …… you, …… do you know about the Three Divisions Trial?”
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Swish!

Su Moyi’s hand paused; from behind the book, he revealed a pair of surprised eyes. He frowned and sighed: “Lin Wanqing, am I a fake Da Li Temple Chief? If I don’t even know the Three Divisions Trial, won’t I be a big joke in the court?”
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“Oh ……” Lin Wanqing responded perfunctorily, burying her head in her soup.
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A moment later, she added: “Then, do you think there will be any unjust cases in the Three Divisions Trial?”
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“Unjust cases?” Su Moyi was stunned, put down the book in his hand, and said, “What does it have to do with how the trial?”
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“Oh ……”
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“What?” Su Moyi slowly turned to her, softly asking.
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Lin Wanqing stalled. Her eyes avoided him, and she looked at the bowl of soup in her hand and continued to ask: “Then …… does Lord know about Princess Anyang?” Unexpectedly, there was no response for a long time. She suddenly had a bad premonition, and the porcelain spoon hit the mouth of the bowl, sending out an ear-piercing thud.
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Lin Wanqing froze and looked back but saw that he was also looking at her with his bleak gaze.
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In the middle of the day, Su Moyi’s deep voice came out.
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“She’s my mother.”
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Clang!
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The hand holding the soup bowl was empty, and the white porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered in response.

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