Da Li Temple - Chapter 65.1
Chapter 65.1
First Snow (H)
The window continued to rustle over and over again. Something fell on the window sill and vaguely accumulated a layer. Only then did Lin Wanqing react to the fact that the first snow since winter had fallen in Sheng City. A red plum tree in the courtyard had bloomed at some point. Its shadow was reflected by the fire on the window sill, slightly thin in the wind and snow. She felt like she had turned into that red plum, enduring the light flick of the first snow like a leaf floating in the vast sea of desire.
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Tonight’s Su Moyi is not the same as in the past; under the gentle surface is his firm possession. She was tightly embraced, and even with crying and begging for mercy, he only ruthlessly penetrated again and again, pierced her into the blood and bones.
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“Lord ……” Lin Wanqing knit her brows and whimpered. Her voice was muffled beyond words as soon as she opened her mouth.
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Su Moyi didn’t stop and even entered fiercer. He pressed tightly against her back, his big hand holding her waist; his other hand sought out her hand and clasped into the gap between her fingers. It was too tight and too deep.
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Su Moyi used almost all of his strength.
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Lin Wanqing grunted with difficulty.
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“Qingqing,” he called to her against her ear, the hot breath he exhaled misting her sweaty cheeks.
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“Turn around,” He said. It was a commanding, non-negotiable tone.
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Lin Wanqing felt Su Moyi pull the thick hardness between the center of their legs violently as he held her waist and spun her around, then lifted one of her aching legs and plunged himself in again. The pl*asure was like the unending snowflakes drowning her from all sides.
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Lin Wanqing was weak and could only turn into a puppet on strings at his mercy.
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Slap! He placed her back on the tabletop again. A violent penetration made her detach some distance from the table. The charcoal fire in the room grew hotter, and she saw Su Moyi’s sweaty body in the light of the fire. With every movement, those smooth lines moved in rhythm. A drop of crystalline sweat reflected the firelight and traveled down the knot of his sliding throat, rolling along the grooves of his muscles and finally turning into a charm.
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Lin Wanqing felt her mouth dry, swallowed, and closed her eyes.
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“Open up.” She heard Su Moyi say in a loving tone.
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Lin Wanqing was stunned, thinking she had tensed her body too tightly, causing him to be bored. So she used her strength to sit on the tabletop, her two hands wrapped around the bend of her legs and broke open the petals that were sucking on his fleshy stem.
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Su Moyi, however, laughed lowly and held her waist with both hands from behind, saying against her forehead, “Blame me for not saying it clearly.”
“I’m asking you to open your eyes.”
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Lin Wanqing, who had the later realization, had a spicy face and made a gesture to retract her hand, but Su Moyi held her down.
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“Stay like this,” He looked at her, his gaze deepened, “Watch how I entered you.” After speaking, he dropped a kiss on her trembling eyelashes.
Perhaps out of weakness, when Lin Wanqing heard Su Moyi ask her to do so, she complied and dropped her gaze to where they were hotly intertwined. Amidst the charcoal fire and orange light, she saw a watery glow in her private area.
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Su Moyi’s thick hardness was brutally moving in and out; his sacs slapping; her charming flesh flopping out, his belly and her p*ssy pressed against each other, pulling out silky, sticky silver threads, incomparably obsc*ne.
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“Comfortable?” The man who inserted her asked, licking her dry lips.
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Lin Wanqing didn’t know how to answer and secretly averted her gaze.
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In the next moment, someone lifted her hips off the table.
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“Ya! My Lord, don’t!”
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Su Moyi held her in his arms, and as his robust waist shrugged, spring tide gushed out, wetting the roots of their legs.
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Su Moyi still didn’t stop; lewd water dripped over the floor with his footsteps, meandering from the tabletop to a desk behind the screen. It seemed like he could never be satisfied tonight. Only tirelessly sending himself into her body, intertwining his neck with her.
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“I can’t do it, Lord ……,” Lin Wanqing cried, “Lord, spare me ……” In her ears was Su Moyi’s rough panting, rising and falling like her body.
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The mouth of her hole was already hot, and the cl*toris had reached the point of sensitivity, almost bursting into another org*sm. She realized that she had been brought to the clouds by Su Moyi, her body floating and sinking without control. In front of her eyes was a white space. Suddenly, murmuring, she called him, ‘Jingche.’
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The man holding her was stunned. He stopped, gasping and biting her ear before answering, ‘Qingqing.’
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Lin Wanqing crouched on his shoulder, breathlessly turning her head. As soon as she tilted her head over, her eyes collided with his affectionate eyes. He lowered thick eyelashes, and the dark color in his eyes rippled.
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“I love you,’ he said.
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The suddenness is like the first snow outside the window. Lin Wanqing’s brain was blank for a moment; she did not know how to react, so for a long time, there was no sound.
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“I love you,'” Su Moyi repeated, his gaze concerned and compassionate, like the peach blossom color that stretches for ten miles when spring is in full bloom.
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She looked dumbfounded and opened her mouth, only spitting an “I” word for half a long time.
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Su Moyi smiled and hugged her. His big palm caressed her sweaty back gently and softly said: “I want a child ……”
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“What?” Lin Wanqing was surprised.
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“A child,” Su Moyi gently held her jaw, lowered his eyes, and said, “A child with your blood and mine.”
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“But ……” Lin Wanqing hesitated but felt the hand on her back tremble.
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Su Moyi was so weird today. She felt that she probably couldn’t get out of bed for three days if she refused him now. Anyway, Song Zhengxing can’t run away anymore. Maybe — they can try?
A spark exploded in the dimly lit chamber, beeping and flaying.
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Lin Wanqing nodded and reached up to climb onto his neck. Su Moyi pressed her against the bookcase. Lust spread out, tinting the firelight in the room with a few charming colors. No incense was burning, but the smell of intoxication filled the room. Those scattered books and case files were swept off, accompanied by the brushes striking the bamboo frame, and lay all over the place.
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Lin Wanqing suddenly remembered first meeting Su Moyi at Da Li Temple. At that time, she had moved one of his books, and this person had rushed straight in from outside the door. That expression, he couldn’t wait to eat her in one bite.
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But —
He seems to be eating it right now —
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“Yah!!!” The sudden deep thrust made Lin Wanqing’s seven souls fly away.
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“Thinking about what?” Su Moyi asked, pinching and twisting her engorged cl*toris.
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