The thing was getting bigger and harder in her hand. Qu Fuer wanted to pull her hand back, but the man's big hand wrapped around her, making it impossible for her to leave.

  She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Sweat began to appear on the tip of her nose. It was too embarrassing, she thought, but she couldn't help but secretly want to take a closer look at that thing. Even though it had galloped in her body so roughly or gently, it was still so strange to Qu Fuer.

  She secretly squinted her eyes, revealing a gap, but her little trick was immediately seen through by the man opposite her. She shyly heard the other party's sweet laughter.

  Fu'er opened her eyes. She seldom saw Cesare smile so brightly. He looked at Qu Fu'er like a child who had discovered something happy.

  What on earth is this doing?

  Qu Fuer thought to herself, resting her head on Cesare's arm, feeling a little upset.

  What on earth were he and she doing?

  The large hand that had held her hand in place finally left and climbed up her back, stroking it gently.

  Qu Fuer didn't know whether she should stop or continue what she was doing, so she raised her head, as if seeking instructions from the other party.

  But the man just looked at her. The flickering flames made Cesare's face a little blurry. Qu Fuer couldn't tell whether the smile on his lips was a smile or something else.

  The other's hand extended downwards, caressing her buttocks, and then lifted one of her legs and placed it on his lean body. Fu'er was a little flustered, she quickly put down the thing that made her heart burn, supported Cesare's chest with her hands, and lowered her head in embarrassment.

  The man stood up slightly, took off his pants and threw them on the ground. Fu'er wanted to retract her legs, but he held them tightly. He made Fu'er lie flat on the bed, and she was naked in front of him.

  He knew she would be ashamed; he could see it from her flushed face.

  The girl covered her face with her hands, her chest rising and falling due to her rapid breathing. He raised his body and bent Qu Fuer's legs to his waist with his hands. He wanted to penetrate her body eagerly. However, Qu Fuer secretly glanced at him through her fingers, her lips slightly raised, as if asking for a kiss.

  He couldn't help himself. He lowered his head to peck her lips again, and then the tip of her chin. He even used his teeth to gently nibble the girl's delicate skin, and his lower body began to rub gently at her entrance. It was a kind of teasing that was unbearable for both Fu'er and Cesare. He supported his body and looked at the girl, but she just turned her face away with a flickering look in her eyes.

  "Look at me."

  He finally spoke, but in a soft tone that even he couldn't believe.

  There was even a hint of a request in his voice; he just wanted her to look at him.

  Fu'er pursed her lips and turned her head slightly. Her nostrils flared and her breathing became rapid.

  “Hmm…”

  Because of the lingering friction, a moan came out of Fuer's nose involuntarily. How could Cesare bear it any longer? He lifted the girl's hips and slowly inserted his penis into her.

  The tender honey hole anxiously wrapped around his penis, it was too big, Fuer thought, that thing was too big and too hot, she felt like her body was about to be torn apart by it. She was so hot that a thin layer of sweat appeared on her skin. The strange lust made her eyes particularly charming. She looked at the man, her legs spread shamelessly on both sides of his body——

  The man's hands grabbed her buttocks hard, and then he began to move in her body. His eyes seemed to burn her. She was ashamed and nervous, but also felt an indescribable pleasure. She couldn't help but secrete love juice, and the friction between the penis and her inner wall again and again made an ambiguous sound.

  Fu'er wanted to scream, but she covered her lips with her hands. The joy made her eyes begin to well up with tears. Her lower body was filled with pleasure and her emotions became more and more high. The sweat from the man's forehead dripped onto her chest, and she whimpered like a small animal.

  "Scream out." Cesare grabbed her hands and held them on both sides of her. "Fur, scream out."

  He hit her hard, and Fu'er opened her eyes wide, and her cry rang in Cesare's ears.

  "Mmm - ahh ...

  He was so powerful, using his penis to thrust wildly inside of Fu'er's body. She was too tight, and yet she was so charming because of her rawness. Cesare lowered his head to kiss the girl. He saw tears in her eyelashes, and her vagina was flooded beyond control.

  He changed the frequency, first probing lightly, and then thrusting deeply into her when she began to twist her body uncontrollably. Fu'er was about to lose her consciousness due to this teasing. She didn't know what to do. She felt like a lonely boat in the ocean, at the mercy of the tide.

  The man lowered his head and licked her neck with his tongue. He knew that was her most sensitive spot. Sure enough, her body began to feel numb. Fu'er hugged Cesare's arm and said no, no, not there.

  "Um?"

  Cesare asked knowingly.

  Qu Fuer almost cried out, "I can't bear it anymore... I can't bear it anymore..." Her moans gradually became louder, and suddenly she let out an unusual moan. A large amount of love fluid flowed out from the junction with the penis, and the traces of love fluid on the bed sheet expanded.

  She felt as if her body was being run over by someone and she couldn't help crying out loud. She was afraid that Cesare would laugh at her and despise her, as she couldn't even control her body. However, what made her even more terrified was that the man's hardness did not stop abruptly. Instead, he rushed forward even more fiercely, like a soldier who had heard the charge horn.

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  That enchanting pleasure was about to tear her apart. She hugged Cesare's body tightly, like a person drowning in a deep pool, feeling the pleasure brought by the impact again and again. Transparent liquid flowed from her lips, the man put his fingers into her lips and teased her tongue, the girl's eyes were innocent and lustful - yes, Cesare thought, how could these two completely different characteristics exist in her at the same time.

  She licked his fingers with her tongue, occasionally sucking them with her lips.

  Cesare was almost driven crazy by the sight. Her eyes were rolling. Who taught her that? He thought, and felt his lower body getting hotter and hotter, as if something was about to burst out. He pulled his finger out of her mouth, which was covered with the sweetness of her mouth. Her lips were slightly open, and there was a transparent liquid dripping from her lips. "Ah...ah..." She moaned in his ear with such a charming voice.

  Cesare decided to punish her, or perhaps reward her. He rubbed Fern's clitoris with his hand, but the girl's breathing became rapid as soon as he touched it. "Hmm, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The sound was so wanton that Cesare's lower body movements kept speeding up. An absurd idea suddenly emerged in his mind.

  "Ahhh-ahhh!" He closed his eyes and tightly grasped Fu'er's waist. He suddenly rammed into Fu'er's body again. The next moment, a stream of heat burst out from Fu'er's body, and his liquid filled Fu'er's body--

  Cesare lay on top of Fu'er, panting. He couldn't believe that he had ejaculated inside this woman. Before he came out of her body, a mixture of white liquid and honey had already overflowed. It was hard to tell what the liquid was, and the whole place was a mess.

  He held her, and it was suddenly very quiet, so quiet that only the two of them could hear each other's breathing, which gradually changed from rapid to long, and the sound of rain outside the tent. He slowly separated from her body, and Fu'er felt another stream of liquid falling from her body onto the bed as he withdrew. She was a little panicked, and the tranquility at the moment broke her previous confusion, and she suddenly felt scared.

  Is he going to leave? Or will he speak coldly to her? Qu Fuer panted lightly, then slowly curled up and wanted to get into the blanket, so that at least she wouldn't see the indifference and determination on his face. She suddenly wanted to cry, and couldn't explain what that inexplicable emotion was. It was obviously after the passion, but the two previous experiences told her that the man was going to leave, and she still couldn't get any place in him. Oh my God - Qu Fuer thought, did she still expect to get any place in Duke Lorenzo's heart? It was ridiculous.

  However, the man hugged her again. Qu Fuer turned around in surprise and met his eyes.

  The man said nothing.

  She didn't know how to face him.

  Cesare stared at the girl's face, watching her blush and her shyness from time to time. He didn't know that his eyes were too hot and made the girl want to escape.

  He ejaculated inside her, and then... he didn't dare to think about it. Although the chance of Fu'er getting pregnant in one go was very small, as a bastard, he never gave anyone a chance to get pregnant. He hated his identity. Even though he was the combination of the noble Lorenzo and Hazare bloodlines, the loneliness and solitude of not being able to enjoy the company of his parents made him hate the identity of a bastard.

  Qu Fuer saw him frown, just a slight frown, but it didn't escape her eyes. She was too sensitive at the moment, like a hedgehog. She sniffed and wanted to pick up the skirt that Cesare had just taken off. It's better to leave by yourself than to be chased away, Fuer thought, she still wanted a little humble self-esteem.

  How could he tolerate Qu Fuer getting up so coldly? Cesare thought, this woman was a mystery to him, she panted, flooded, and was unrestrained in his arms, but she always kept silent about her admiration and love for him. He thought of those other women, they prostrated themselves to him and obeyed his orders. But she actually got up and wanted to leave?

  He grabbed Qu Fuer back and held her in his arms again.

  "You hurt me!" Fu'er wanted to resist him for no reason. What did he mean! What did he mean? !

  Cesare's movements became lighter. He thought that Fu'er was talking about the wound on her head. He had insisted on letting her lie on the bed in the most traditional position just now because he was afraid that her wound would be affected.

  However, she obviously didn't mean that, and the hateful hand reached for her dress again. Cesare was inexplicably angry. He hugged the girl tightly from behind, "Don't move, aren't you afraid that I will need you again?"

  The girl didn't move, and he suddenly felt a fear, the kind of fear that comes from the fact that even if they hugged each other, their souls were still separated. He was unsure, and this was a fear that could not be brought up by fighting in war or fighting wits and courage with those old guys in the Vatican.

  He saw her close her eyes, with a barely perceptible sadness between her brows. How did things turn out like this? He thought, how did it turn out like this?

  Suddenly his body trembled, and he felt a pain at the wound on his waist. He remembered that Nephilim had told him that the poison could only be suppressed by taking medicine but could not be eradicated. He could only lie back and rely on breathing to relieve the pain.

  Fu'er felt something strange about the man's body. She was too close to him, and he was holding her so domineeringly.

  "What's wrong with you?" she asked.

  Cesare shook his head, but a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead. "Don't leave yet," he said, "They don't know you are in my tent. If you leave like this, what will others think?" Cesare regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. He knew that such remarks would only anger the girl in front of him even more.

  She stopped in his arms in annoyance, letting his strong arms almost rub her into his body. However, she felt a little disappointed. What on earth was he doing?

  The rain outside the tent was getting heavier. Qu Fuer felt cold and could not fall asleep. However, the man next to her was already asleep. She looked at him in the light of the fire. He had a thin face and lips as thin as a blade. The girls in Quewu said that thin lips were a symbol of ruthlessness. Yinge secretly told her that people with thin lips would be uncomfortable to kiss.

  Fuer reached out and gently touched his lips. What a ruthless man, but what was he doing now? Was he lonely and empty at night, so he came to her to warm his bed? She felt her eyes were a little sore, and her vision gradually became a little blurry. So she tried to sniff, unwilling to let that kind of shameful thing fall down.

  Suddenly, she wanted to go to Mingxia, because if she went there, she could get away from the man who made her feel uncomfortable. There wouldn't be such a domineering, cold, and rude man there, Fu'er thought. There wouldn't be a man who would treat her gently one moment and make her feel like he was a god, and then ridicule her, laugh at her, and make her feel ashamed the next moment.

  Her lips tasted the salty and bitter taste, and Fu'er sniffed again, wondering what this was, what was going on with her. She reached out and stroked the man's shoulder-length black hair, and she leaned forward and gently touched the man's eyebrows with her lips. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. She had liked his eyebrows and eyes since the first time she saw him speaking from afar at the memorial square. He was so graceful.

  She also liked his thin lips, which looked particularly firm when he pursed them tightly, and the voice that taught her softly when he made love with her came from that mouth. So Qu Fuer held his face and took the initiative to kiss him.

  Fortunately, he fell asleep, Qu Fuer thought, fortunately, he fell asleep.

  She pulled away his arms from around her waist. They were so strong and powerful, Qu Fuer thought, so what? They would always embrace other women. She was just one of them - or the most humble one.

  In the end, she put on the dress that he had just untied. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him for a long time. After a long time, she wiped her eyes hard with her sleeves.

  The left side of her chest began to hurt again, and then she felt empty. She wanted to ask Yinge, "How did you manage to keep your heart? Please tell me."

  Qu Fuer stood up. She thought that Yalan and the others would always be able to take her to Mingxia. Once there, her heart would not hurt so much.