Self-help Strategies for a Femme Fatale

The palace wedding is extremely tedious.

After Liuyin experienced it once, he never wanted to experience it a second time.

From morning to night on this day, she was in a state of being out of breath. It wasn't until she was sent to the East Palace and sat on the big bed in the wedding room that she came back to her senses, immediately cheered up and waited for Murong Chen to lift her hijab.

After receiving the Ruyi from the palace man, Murong Chen slowly lifted his hijab.

The small jaw, the bright red lips, the straight nose, the squiggly watery eyes, and the curving eyebrows show up in front of the eyes little by little, making people unable to move their eyes anymore. There is no such thing in this world. colour!

The hijab was lifted, bright light poured into the eyes, the stinging eyes were sour, Liu Yin slightly squinted, and slowly opened his eyes after adapting to it.

The handsome young man in red appeared in front of his eyes, which made people's eyes bright and amazing.

It's just that those eyes that reflect her figure are slightly sluggish at this time. Is it because she looks silly?

Murong Chen was stunned when he saw that, the prince, who had always been calm, was at a loss, and he fled the wedding room in a panic.

"You take a break, I'll go ahead and have a look."

Murong Chen realized after stepping out of the wedding room that she was already his own woman. What did he run for?

Hey, it's really useless!

But tonight, he won't do this again!

Cheng Fu couldn't believe that the man who blushed as soon as he saw the princess was their wise and martial prince.

It's like this at a glance, so what can I do in the night of the bridal chamber?

At the wedding banquet, all the princes came to celebrate the wedding of His Royal Highness, a scene of brothers and friends respect.

Murong Chen smiled, but he was impatient in his heart, and he just wished to return to her immediately.

The only thing that doesn't fit in here is the eighth prince Murong Jue. He lost a lot of weight, his whole figure lost its vitality, hiding in a corner drinking quietly. The mother concubine kept him for two months, but didn't want him to cause trouble. Now that the big gift was done, he was released after the dust settled.

The protagonist tonight is Murong Chen, everyone is around him, no one cares about an alcoholic.

The eyes are sore and sore, she doesn't belong to him anymore! After tonight, she will completely belong to another man.

How could everything become like this? Obviously it was fine at that time. She had promised to marry him, and he had even kissed her. At that time, he felt that he was the luckiest person in the world, because God let him meet her.

Thinking about it now, where is this lucky, it is clearly cruel, why can't we stay together if we meet? The sweetness of the past is now turning into a sharp knife cutting his heart, making his breathing hurt.

Congratulations are all in my ears.

"I wish the prince and the princess will grow old together and be unquestioned in love."

"..."

What a good word, grow old together, huh, Murongju smiled and shed tears, Liuyin...

It's all him, he took you away! The hatred in Murongjue's eyes was deep and terrifying, and that handsome face looked a little sordid.

If Murong Chen felt it, he looked over at a distance. Suddenly, he took it back. Treasures are always coveted. If you don't have the ability to protect them, don't blame others for snatching them!

He is different from him. He will cling to things that fall into his hands, and no one wants to take it away.

Finally, after socializing to everyone, Murong Chen stepped into the wedding room again.

Liu Yin has removed her makeup, and she is combing her hair in front of the dressing table just after showering.

The green silk is like a waterfall, scattered behind, the red gauze skirt faintly reveals the snow-white skin, and it exudes amazing beauty under the candlelight.

Murong Chen slowly walked behind her.

Lower your body and embrace her.

Liuyin saw Murong Chen in the mirror and turned his head to call him, "Your Highness"

The fat on his lips suddenly made him feel heartbroken. When Liu Yin realized it, he wanted to turn his head in a panic, but was stopped by a fiery hand. She was familiar with these hands. It had touched her feet.

Murong Chen kissed eagerly, moving from his cheek to his red lips. The lingering between lips and teeth made Murong Chen intoxicated, but gradually he was no longer satisfied and wanted more.

The hand gradually climbed up to the soft and white greasy ball, and the fiery lips gradually moved down.

Liu Yin was put on the dressing table by him, panting, she pushed him anxiously: "Don't, don't stay here."

Murong Chen stopped her movements, dropped a kiss on her slightly sweaty forehead, smiled and said, "Okay, listen to my sister."

Murong Chen picked her up and walked to the bed. Gently put her down and pressed it up.

Murong Chen's hair was accidentally broken up by Liu Yin, and his black hair was scattered on both sides. Liu Yin was fascinated by it. No one was willing to refuse such a beautiful young man.

Murong Chen had a full view of Liuyin's expression, and he secretly thanked that his face was good enough to be in her eyes.

Murong Chen looked pretty good, but in fact it was just a bluff, with no actual experience.

The fiery opening gradually stopped.

Murong Chen frowned and wondered what to do next, Liu Yin opened his eyes to look at him in a daze.

"His Royal Highness, what's the matter?"

He pounced on her again, licking/biting her white and tender earlobe, and said with a hint of grievance: "Sister teach me."

teach him? what?

As soon as Liu Yin reacted, the face that was already blushing was bloody. How could she teach him as a lady? The only contact she had was the picture album her mother had shown her before the wedding, and that was also because of a shy glance.

For a moment, they both froze with big eyes and small eyes.

"It hurts." Murong Chen grabbed Liu Yin's hand and placed it on a certain part of his body.

Liu Yin was taken aback by his scorching heat, and quickly retracted his hand.

"Your Highness, don't do this."

She was about to cry in a hurry, but seeing Murong Chen look extremely painful and uncomfortable, she slowly moved closer, shaking her hand to untie his shirt.

The young man looked thin and not visible in his clothes. He didn't expect that there was a strong body inside. Liu Yin hadn't seen other men's bodies and couldn't compare them, but she thought Murong Chen's body was very good-looking.

Liuyin dared not look at him, stretched out his hand across his waist and hugged him.

She asked in a very low voice, "Are you better?"

How could it be good?

Murong Chen's eyes were dark, and he pressed her into his arms and lowered his head to sniff the fragrance of her hair.

"No."

Liuyin tentatively kissed his chest again, the damp vapor and warm red lips made Murongchen unable to bear it anymore.

Sister is really...

The author has something to say: There have been a lot of things recently, I haven't started writing for a day, and I have been writing in a hurry, forgive me.