Queen Flower - Chapter 240

His lips were slightly cold, but hers were like fire. She grabbed his neck and pulled his head down, sticking out the tip of her tongue to outline his delicate lips.

Chu Qingcheng wrapped her slender waist and made her close to his body, his lips parted, he sucked her sweet tongue in his mouth, soft and gentle, and then reached into her mouth and licked it lightly.

The black hair fell from the shoulders and was stirred together. The fragrance of the orchid and the lotus was intertwined and dispersed, mixing into a new smell, which filled the air and made people intoxicated.

Jiang Lan’s legs were weak, and he leaned against him, pressing him onto the bed.

“What should I do? I want to bully you.” Jiang Lan’s eyes were glittering, and he put his hands on his shoulders, looking at his face and whispering softly.

Chu Qingcheng’s brows and eyes lightly opened, the phoenix eyes were filled with water vapor, and he was full of love. He put her hand on the placket of his clothes, held her hand and slowly pulled it away, the red clothes flew and fell, revealing the beauty of jade. The flawless body is like a masterpiece carved by a famous sculptor in his lifetime.

“Okay, I’ll let you bully.” He said softly.

Jiang Lan’s subordinates pushed him onto the bed with force, the blue silk spread out and spread on the bed, against the red clothes, like a painting.

She climbed onto the bed, sat on his waist, bowed her head and kissed him, kissed his lips, kissed his body, rubbed his fingers, back and forth, over and over again.

Chu Qingcheng clenched his fists and twisted his body unbearably. He raised her chin and stopped her from kissing, with anxiety and patience in his eyes, “Girl, hurry up.”

Jiang Lan raised her head, opened her misty eyes, and looked at the white **** in front of her. Then she suddenly realized what she had done. She actually pressed the half/naked Chu Qingcheng on the bed. She was embarrassed for a while, and her face was so red that she was about to drip blood. She was really fascinated by sex. Is this what she did?

“I…I…” She sat up straight. He hesitated and said, “I want to paint…”

She moved her body stealthily, just wanting to retreat and withdraw halfway.

Chu Qingcheng frowned, there is no second such hateful girl in the world.

“Hmph.” He hugged her waist, pulled her down, put her on his body, undid her belt flexibly with one hand, and took off all her clothes.

He bit her earlobe, “I’ll bully you, girl.”

“No, no.” Jiang Lan protested his chaotic hand.

Although Chu Qingcheng was not good at martial arts. Unexpectedly, the hand for painting and writing is also strong and flexible, and soon the two of them were naked and facing each other, with the same white and flawless body. The beauty is like a lotus flower, so matching and cooperating, as if they were born together.

“If you don’t want to, you can click on my acupuncture point.” Chu Qingcheng looked up at her face with desire in her eyes. Unfathomable, with tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, he hugged her tightly, his limbs intertwined, hard and soft, rubbing against each other.

His fingers are dancing puppets. Playing and touching her body was like playing the most beautiful movement, plucking the strings in her heart.

Jiang Lan’s face was full of red clouds. Her body was hot, her reason gradually disappeared, and she suddenly gave up. She held his shoulders and lowered her body. Accept him inch by inch, devour him. In exchange, he took a deep breath, suppressed and violent.

He hooked her neck and kissed her deeply, bringing her closer and him deeper.

He wants to go into the deepest part of her body, but also into the deepest part of her soul, until they are inseparable, and nothing can separate them.

He never felt that he needed her so much, as if his life had been waiting for her to appear, and only at this moment would it be complete.

He held her slender and soft waist to cooperate with her, and rolled over when she was exhausted. He shrouded her under him, put on a pose he liked, and did all the happy things in the world.

The beating flame in the oil lamp outlines a picture on the wall, which is warm and vivid, charming and gorgeous, and performs a vivid and vivid song, vigorous, soft, slender, mellow, warm, gentle, violent and stormy. , lingering and soothing, overlapping and rolling, twisting and winding, all of which are flawless and beautiful silhouettes.

Blue silk like waterfalls, fingers interlocked, sweat dripping, heavy breathing and slight moans, until each other exhausted every ounce of strength, until the world was about to die, the universe was destroyed, until they gave everything to each other.

Jiang Lan hid under the quilt, covering her head so that she could not come out, leaving Chu Qingcheng’s light/naked body outside.

“Don’t hide, let me see you.” He went to pull her quilt.

Jiang Lan refused to give it. This is the only sand pile she has now. Let her be an ostrich first.

Immortal, she couldn’t stand the temptation today and took the initiative to push down a beautiful man. This is really embarrassing. She felt like she was slipping into some abyss step by step, and she couldn’t control herself and couldn’t do anything about it.

Chu Qingcheng chuckled and stopped pulling her.

Jiang Lan was buried in the quilt and heard the sound of dressing outside, and then there was no sound. She stuck her head out and saw that Chu Qingcheng was dressed in red, turned on the oil lamp, and was painting on the desk.

“What are you doing?” she couldn’t help asking.

“I’m drawing beauties,” he replied, keeping his hands fast.

I was originally here to paint, but ended up rolling on the bed, and now I’m finally back to the topic.

Jiang Lan put his clothes into the quilt and put them on randomly, and sat on the bed to admire his paintings.

Chu Qingcheng was engrossed in his attention, his brows and eyes were all serious, his head was not raised, he was wholeheartedly on the drawing paper, the red shirt was reluctantly draped over him, revealing half of his lustrous white, and his long black hair was scattered on his back, slightly messy. Roots of mischievous hair danced and swayed with the movement of his brush.

After a while, he looked up at her and smiled, “I’m done.”

Jiang Lan walked towards him, and also wanted to see the paintings he made for her. At that time, he also painted a few paintings in the Shen residence, but they were all about Jiang Feng, a little girl. What will happen now? Is it like the picture of a lady hanging on the wall of the upper room where the Chu family stayed as a guest, half covering her face with a fan in her hand, looking back and smiling beautifully.

She glanced at the drawing paper, and suddenly froze, the blood all over her body backed up, all on her face, and it seemed that it was about to spew out.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, she was about to **** it, but Chu Qingcheng had been prepared for a long time. She had already changed her position when she flipped her wrist. She didn’t dare to **** it for fear of being injured, so she could only stand behind him and whisper, “How can you draw a picture? This, destroy it quickly.”

Chu Qingcheng chuckled, “I draw a picture of a beauty, and I naturally draw her most beautiful moment. Since I saw her most beautiful moment, I will draw it down.”

“That doesn’t work either, what if someone sees it?” Jiang Lan protested with a blushing face.

Chu Qingcheng stroked her cheek, “No, only you and I can see it.” He pulled her over to enjoy it together, “Am I not good at painting? So angry?”

The painting is of course good, so lifelike and vivid, every trace, every detail, and lifelike, just like a living person.

However, no matter how good the painting is, it also depends on the content of the painting.

Where is this beauty picture, this is a spring / palace / picture, the heroine is herself.

The beauty of the woman in the painting is indescribable, but the most important thing is not the naked body, but a kind of charming and charming expression on the whole body, the bewitching and charming romantic meaning between the eyebrows and eyes. Like the wanton blooming stamens on the forehead, it seems that a branch suddenly sprouts, and a charming and coquettish poppy flower emerges in the lotus pond, attracting people to seduce people, people to pick, people to fall, people intoxicated way back.

Jiang Lan never knew that she was like this, but now she knows that if she painted so beautifully, if it weren’t for herself, she would definitely praise her.

“Qingcheng, you are a bad man.” She beat him lightly.

Chu Qingcheng grabbed her hand and kissed her lightly between his lips. His long eyelashes stirred.