When the housekeeper opened the small door beside the sparrow house and saw Qu Fuer standing outside in a mess, for a moment, she seemed to think that she saw Jasmine from the past.

  However, they were different. Fuer almost cried when she saw her. She reached out and hugged her, "Mom, I'm back."

  "You little girl, didn't you go to Mingxia?" The housekeeper looked at Qu Fuer tremblingly, "You little girl, you little girl..."

  She was already very old. Compared to many of her peers, she should have been enjoying the happiness of having children and grandchildren. However, she did not. She was a miserable woman who had no children of her own and could not have her own. She adopted Jasmine many years ago and treated her like her own daughter. Then she brought up Jasmine's daughter by herself.

  "Mom, I can't leave you, so I came back." Fu'er said softly, and she fell into the arms of the housekeeper, "I miss Yinge, Sister A Le, A Bei, and old Firman...so I came back." She was too tired. In order to keep the three-day appointment, she started walking almost every morning.

  "Hurry up and rest. I haven't moved your room. Yinge lived there for a while, and it has been empty since she got married." The housekeeper hurriedly took Fu'er inside. She looked back and saw that there was no one behind them, only a camel horse following Fu'er. She called Abei and asked him to pull the camel horse to the stable.

  Fu'er held her little package and walked to her room with her mother. She thought she had kept her promise and was back.

  "You should have a good rest first, and we can talk tomorrow if you have anything to say." The housekeeper looked Fu'er up and down. She was such a shrewd woman who had seen countless people that she could naturally feel that some changes had taken place in her child.

  She sighed. She had a man. Even though Fu'er didn't tell her, she could feel the charm that this girl unconsciously revealed. Moreover, more importantly, General Yalan had gone through so much trouble to bring her back to Mingxia. Why did she come back again?

  She must know this, she must protect this child well.

  "Okay, Mom." Qu Fuer nodded and returned to her room.

  Her heartbeat quickened somewhat, and she took a shower, then changed back into the long dress most commonly seen in women in Elima.

  She sat by her window, watching the moon slowly climb to the horizon and then slowly rise to the zenith.

  She agreed to the three-day appointment with that man, so her mood began to become excited.

  Then she saw that the man quietly landed in a dark corner of the yard. He seemed to be very good at breaking into houses. Qu Fuer thought, if he wanted to, who could stop him?

  So she stood up and opened the door with excitement - she had never seen a man dressed so handsomely before. He was dressed in a dark and gorgeous suit with honeysuckle patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar with gold and silver silk threads, and his hair was neatly tied behind his head, with only a small strand of hair falling on his smooth forehead - she quickly lowered her head, but saw her simple long skirt.

  She felt a little embarrassed and lowered her head without looking at him.

  "Hey, what's wrong with you?" Cesare asked her quietly. He had rushed from the Hazaro mansion to the Que House in a dusty manner. He had drunk too much wine for the social occasion, but as long as he thought about their three-day appointment, he was so excited all day.

  "No, I just couldn't bear it because you're so handsome." Fu'er whispered such a cute reason, "But I didn't take it seriously." She lowered her head and tugged at her dress, "It seems I have to dress more beautifully next time." She pouting shyly and saying such troubled words, Cesare saw it and felt as if he had eaten honey.

  He reached out and hugged the girl, whispering in her ear that it didn't matter, because she would take it off soon anyway.

  Fu Er hit his chest, "Why are you like this? Is it always for that kind of thing every time you see me?"

  "There are many more things I want to do with you." Cesare whispered in her ear. He was a little drunk, and the smell of alcohol blew into Fu'er's mouth, making even the girl a little drunk.

  "One day I'll take you to play outside the imperial city. I know there's a great lake. There used to be a village that sank to the bottom of the lake. Now the lake is frozen. Looking down from above, it looks like a city embedded in crystal." He held her and whispered in her ear, "Spring is also good. In spring, we can go to the mountains together. Maybe we can meet a wild griffin. Can I catch one for you to ride on?"

  "How can you raise a griffin in such a small place like the Sparrow House?" Fuer smiled and patted his hands, "Let go, Cesare, you smell like alcohol, wash yourself quickly."

  But the man didn't seem to want to let go. He nestled his head in the crook of her neck and said, "No, let me hug you again."

  "There's still time to hold her after you wash her." Fu'er comforted him kindly.

  "Then let's take a shower together." The man said without thinking.

  Fu'er had no choice but to pull his hand and walk to the bathroom. She knew that he would not be so obedient in taking a bath, so she dodged his hand while wetting his hair and applying bath gel. Their clothes were kicked outside in a mess, and the mess on the ground looked so ambiguous.

  Cesare was blinded by his own fault. His pitiful appearance made Fuer burst into laughter. "I told you to move around. Can you be a good boy?" He wanted to attack her by surprise. When she went to test the water temperature, he put his hand on her chest. Fuer reached out and slapped his hand away, but he reached up again. This action was repeated several times, and the foam on his head flowed into Cesare's eyes.

  "No one has ever asked me to be a good boy. You are the first person to say such a thing to me." Cesare sighed. He sat cross-legged on the ground and saw Fu'er kneeling on the ground washing his hair. This scene was extremely unfamiliar, but it made him extremely greedy.

  "Then I will tell you more later." Fu'er used water to rinse the foam off his hair.

  This kind of simple communication and emotion between people seemed to be unheard of in Cesare's world. He didn't even know how to answer the girl's words. He could only nod quietly, "Oh."

  Fu'er smiled. She was obviously much younger than him, but she put her hands on her hips and acted like an adult. "Yeah, yeah, you're so good."

  Cesare was so fascinated by those lovely lips that he hugged the girl's waist and kissed her gently. They were both wet, and the steam from the hot water and the dim light created an ambiguous atmosphere in the small space of the bathroom.

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  They were making love wantonly in this small, enclosed space. Fu'er leaned against the wall. She thought to herself that she must be crazy, or that there was a shameless whore living inside her. She let the man lick her flower hole with his tongue, and even pushed his tongue into it. He sucked and touched her up and down with his clever and soft tongue. Fu'er couldn't help but moan. She held the man's head with her hands, "Cesare... No, didn't I ask you to be good..."

  However, that strange pleasure gradually spread to her limbs, and her legs could hardly stand. The man's tongue was too agile, and he specifically targeted her most sensitive and delicate parts.

  From time to time, he looked up at Fu'er, with a mischievous and cunning light in his eyes, but he still refused to stop talking.

  "Stop, stop...you haven't finished washing yet..." the girl told Cesare with the last bit of her sanity.

  "You can wash it later." The man finally stopped talking, but the next moment he turned her body over and made her lie on the wall, "It will be wet again soon anyway." He entered her soft hole without any warning.

  Qu Fuer's whole body trembled slightly. He was so tall that he pushed her body up. She had to stand on tiptoe and bend forward. She panted quickly and her eyes were full of spring. She turned her head to look at his face, "You, you are annoying..."

  However, the man understood her. He was the one who developed her body and he knew every part of it clearly. He liked the way she slowly bloomed in his hands. He also knew how tempting it was to be this girl's wildness that belonged only to him.

  Her skin became a little sticky because of the steam. Cesare grabbed her waist and began to pump slowly in her vagina. The two testicles under his penis hit her plump buttocks, making a slapping sound. He just thought that this girl was so delicious. The passage trembled slightly with his entry, like a little mouth asking for a kiss, eating him gently and softly.

  "Do you like it when I fuck you like this?" Cesare asked her.

  Fu'er nodded shyly, "I like it..." She turned her head away immediately after she said that. She felt her face was about to burn.

  "What do you like?" Cesare refused to let go of any trace of her shyness. He loved the process of teasing her and humiliating her.

  But the girl refused to say it. She is such a blushing girl.

  "Speak." He thrust hard into the girl's body, causing her to burst into sexual fluids.

  "I like it... well... fuck... ah..." The girl was so overwhelmed by lust that she was speechless.

  "Who likes it?" The man thrusted into her again, repeatedly, as brave as he was in battle, and she was his prey. He even began to rub her clitoris with his hands, and the double stimulation made Fu'er's body twist even more.

  "I... I like it..." Qu Fu'er whimpered. She was too ashamed to admit that she was about to be blown to the sky by the pleasure. She wanted more, wanted the penis hovering at her entrance to thrust into her again and fuck her hard. She thought to herself in shame that she must be a slut, otherwise how could she have such shameless thoughts?

  "What do you like?" The man accelerated the kneading of his hands but pulled out his penis. He was punishing the girl who refused to express her desires.

  She felt empty and itchy there, so itchy that she finally surrendered to the brutal guy, "Fuck, fuck me..." She lowered her head shyly and said, "Cesare, hurry up... come in..." She even lifted her hips slightly backwards to expose her sweet hole in front of him.

  "No, that's not it." Cesare looked at the girl with interest. She was transforming little by little, from a green fruit to a beautiful flower.

  Fu'er closed her eyes, as if she had made up her mind, "Use, use your cock... to fuck me..." She finally said it. She thought to herself that she actually made a rude, obscene, but straightforward request just like the other girls in Queyu.

  "Where the fuck are you?" Cesare tempted the girl like a venomous snake. "Hmm?" He hummed through his nose.

  "My, my tender pussy..." Qu Fuer finally couldn't bear it anymore. She covered her face with both hands. It was too embarrassing. Such words were too embarrassing.

  Cesare hugged her and held her horizontally. He liked the girl's panicked expression. She was so shy that she was about to cry, but her eyes were full of love as she looked at him. He understood her thoughts, so how could he not satisfy her?

  They rolled onto Qu Fuer's small bed, and he naturally entered her, teasing her domineeringly and obscenely in her ear, "Fuer, my Fuer..." He murmured again, holding her in his arms with special pity.

  The girl moaned, her legs involuntarily intertwined behind the man, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes shining.

  Cesare exerted great force with his hips, and with every impact, the girl's breasts bounced. He reached out to pinch her nipples, and then lifted them up. The nipples became even harder due to his teasing.

  After a series of small and intense tremors, Qu Fuer sobbed and said that she couldn't bear it anymore. She climbed onto the man's arm, "Be gentle... Be gentle... I, I can't bear it anymore..."

  "It's only been a short while?" Cesare said.

  But the girl said that you are so great and so powerful... She was just expressing her true thoughts, but to Cesare, it made him feel particularly proud and complacent.

  The place where they were connected was so messy, the huge cock was flying in her little hole, torturing her fat labia, and his fingers were kneading her clitoris even faster, "Too, too fast... Cesare... I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore." The girl cried and moaned, "I, I can't bear it anymore..."

  She was full of seductiveness, and finally, as he pulled out, a stream of liquid gushed out of her body and fell on the white sheets. But Cesare didn't give her a chance to breathe. "What a cunning guy," he said in her ear, "won't you wait for me."

  "Who, who made you so fierce..." Fu'er hugged his neck, letting the afterglow of the orgasm spread in her body. She spread her legs and let the man gallop inside her body. It was time for her to give back to him, so she contentedly made lewd moans in his ears.

  The lascivious humming was like an ecstasy, Cesare was amazed at the girl's growth, his heart was rippling, he lowered his head to suck her lips, entangled with her lips and tongue, and pushed his waist wildly, wishing he could knead her into his body.

  Then, that familiar feeling of pleasure finally penetrated him, and he shot his thick semen into her body. He growled in her ear, no longer suppressing the pleasure and expression in his body.

  He said, "Qu Fuer, you are such a fairy, such a charming fairy." He lay beside her, pinching her cheeks with his hands, "I am almost dying for you." He coughed twice and complained, "But I am still young, only 25 years old."

  The girl rolled her eyes at him coquettishly and said, "Then, why don't you say... I'm only eighteen years old, and you've trained me like this..." She said coquettishly.

  "Come here." Cesare opened his arms. "I am happy to do it." He whispered in her ear. "You are mine alone. I want to eat you up."

  He pretended to bite her, but the girl dodged with a smile.

  She seemed to remember something and looked down at the liquid he had left behind. "You... ejaculated inside, is that okay?" She was a little nervous. Even though she knew he liked her and cared about her, she also knew her situation. He seemed to often leave that stuff inside her. Wasn't he afraid?

  But the man looked at her playfully, "What? Don't you want it?" She was so cautious.

  "But...if I have a child..." Qu Fuer stroked her belly with her hand.

  "Then give birth to it." Cesare said indifferently, "I want you to give birth to a child for me." He was so domineering and arbitrary.

  Fu'er bit her lip, she seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

  When Cesare saw the dazed look on her face, he knew that she must be thinking about something again.

  He pulled her down and held her in his arms.

  "I am not your father who you have never met and whose identity you do not know, and you are not your mother who died in childbirth." He placed his hand on Fu'er's belly, "I... am also a bastard, and I care a lot about my identity." He was a little ashamed, as this was the first time he had said these words to someone. "So... I have never left those things in other women's bodies, Fu'er."

  His words made Fu'er feel a little bit jealous. She thought of what she had heard that year and pouted, "Yes... Besides me, you have many other women."

  "Are you jealous?" Cesare looked at Qu Fuer as if he had discovered some new world.

  "I... I am... I am..." She had no way of defending herself. Of course she was jealous. More than that, she was also envious. She was envious of those women who knew him earlier than her.

  "You are the only one left." Cesare kissed the ends of her hair and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Who else could it be? The one who will become my wife in the future?" He looked at Qu Fu'er with understanding eyes. "Do you really think this is just an ordinary marriage? Don't be ridiculous, Fu'er."

  He didn't want to expose too much of the dark side of politics in front of her, so he closed his eyes and said, "If you have a child, don't treat him on your own, okay?" He knew that there was a kind of abortion medicine in the sparrow room, and he was afraid that she would do something stupid.

  Fuer nodded.

  "Please believe me, okay?" Cesare stroked the girl's hair over and over again, carefully confirming with her.

  Whir nodded and looked up to see Cesare.

  "I love you." She suddenly said to the man for no reason. She saw disbelief in his eyes, and even saw a hint of tears. "So I believe you." She told him firmly.

  Cesare did not say anything more, he just held her in his arms and buried his head in her chest. Qu Fuer held his head, she only felt a little wet on her chest, but she did not investigate further.

  This is the tacit understanding between her and him.