This. Talking about others like this, day and night, nagging on and on. High Taifu can brew a cup of tea, savoring it slowly, and chat with you from Qin Huang to Han Wu, then from Han Wu back to Qin Huang, those trivial matters in the palace bedroom. She recounts them as if they were her own treasured possessions.

  It's her turn now... High Taewi is speechless. If she had to conclude: It's truly... painful yet exhilarating.

  At the moment of death, Commander Gao was actually pondering a question: Dionysus, the god of wine and lust, was reborn from Zeus' thigh. How could the vital energy born from such a powerful and ambiguous place not be wanton and arbitrary? Indulging in both compassion and cruelty. Is this not the essence of human nature?

  Able to think about the problem to such a deep level. As for Taiwei, it's not abrupt. The essence of Taiwei is that the more crazy and rational, the more decadent and profound. Like an Einstein who fell into a colorful world.

  She couldn't help but lower her head to look at the thigh that was wrapped around her waist. Sturdy. Slender.

  She could still feel the second ancestor of her family half-soft and half-hard, soaking in her own lotus flower. The mischievous one was unwilling to come out.

  Taiwei lowered his head even further, his forehead almost touching his chest. He was both embarrassed and entranced, feeling humiliated yet bewildered.

  "High tide."

  Gong Xiaoyue called out her name. She bowed her head even lower.

  It's not a matter of life and death. This thing about being a mistress is in itself. I also said it earlier. She also has her own enjoyment. And don't be like a little wife, that's not the style of High General.

  But. Can't just take it as a matter of course either. Like an aloof and proud woman. Or a bold and uninhibited woman. What's past is past. Open and aboveboard. Not possible either.

  So she could only hold on to Gao Taizhen's unique pretentiousness and hide for a while.

  She burrowed deeper. He squeezed against her ear and followed her down. The two people were entangled in a knot, their bodies curled up. She burrowed even more deeply, her body shrinking. The lower part of her body contracted. Gong Xiaoyue followed her, feeling like he was dying from pleasure.

  Used too many "desires of immortality and desires of death".

  It can only be described as "desperate to live and die".

  A woman under you, turning and welcoming. Born with a rare and precious instrument. Can shrink, can cry out. What more can a man ask for? Besides dying first and then ascending to heaven. What else can be done?

  Dead. Making fried shrimp. All turned a whole circle. Can't suck it in myself. Finally, lying down with mouth open, sucking big mouthfuls.

  Hair covered eyes and nose, only mouth exposed.

  Gong Xiaoyue is equivalent to Cheng Bei's style, connected to her. You say she doesn't want anyone's life. Still in a state of tension and contraction.

  Gong Xiaoyue squeezed to her lips and kissed her. She was unwilling. Her head turned again. Moved to this side. Gong Xiaoyue chased after her to this side... Kissed her. She hummed softly. So nice that it gave people goosebumps.

  Gong Xiaoyue was afraid of pressing down on her. The person slightly slid down to one side. His hand stroked her back, smooth and delicate.

  She was being kissed so hard she couldn't breathe. "Wu wu" two soft sounds. Gong Xiaoyue let go of her. Conveniently helped her turn over a bit. And pressed down on her again. The tightly connected parts below finally separated. Er Zu Zong's red thing lay on her lower abdomen.

  The two faced each other.

  She was panting rapidly under him, her eyes welling up with tears.

  She looked at him.

  He looked at her.

  Lowering his head to one side, still not daring to look directly for too long.

  Gong Xiaoyue's eyes remained fixed on her.

  It's not like he was enchanted just because he slept with a woman once.

  It's not like I'm going to be inseparable from her for life. I just won't hate her anymore.

  Man is born for desire, but it's not worth dying for just one pleasure.

  Only.

  She is indeed the only woman who has been entangled in such a difficult emotional situation for twenty years.

  Want to take a good look. Want to take a good look...

  Really not pretty.

  Eyes are not big enough.

  The nose is not straight enough.

  Her mouth is quite pretty, pitiful...

  But. Put together.

  Sometimes it's really shocking.

  For instance, that time at He Ping Restaurant. She turned around... a myriad of charms.

  For example, she drove yesterday. Focused. A very charming great power in her hands.

  For example. She is under her own body. Like this moment... ... Don't know what to do. Both bewildered and charming. Both unrestrained and pure...

  "Will you drink?" he asked suddenly.

  He turned his head and said, "Maotai?"

  Terrible. She's a drunkard. Good grief. She loves Maotai.

  She had just been entwined in a death grip. She dazedly stared at that Maotai for several seconds, calling her silly smile.

  Gong Xiaoyue did not deny it. Indeed a bit stunned.

  Her eyes were shining.

  Slowly... Xiaoyue's eyes also lit up...... wicked light.

  He held up an arm and fetched a bottle of Maotai. He waved it in front of her.

  You say this woman is interesting. Her eyes are like that. Following the bottle spinning around.

  "You're good at drinking."

  She shook her head. "I won't drink." Her eyes were still fixed on the bottle. Finally, she added a sentence. "...It's true."

  "What's true." Gong Xiaoyue grasped the neck of the bottle and pressed it against her temple. Speak the truth. A man who has drunk too much wine is bold. And yet, he gazes down at you with such languor... Ah, a seductress.

  The woman after ** doesn't look at living things. She is infatuated with wine and lustful things.

  "It's true..." She turned her head to look at Maotai...

  Greedy for wine. Greedy for food. Greedy for drink. Greedy for desire.

  This woman.

  Harm people.

  To be honest, I wrote this article very smoothly. Ideas came one after another. However, there's really no purpose or value to speak of. For example, it doesn't explain any particular principle or highlight any specific emotion. It's purely... how can I put it? It was fun to write and is just for self-entertainment. So, don't rule out the possibility of absurdity. Just take it as a joke to pass the time, okay? Don't take it seriously, haha. We ordinary people have our own thoughts and can't disturb the normal outlook on life and values of our superiors. These words should have been noted at the beginning, but I'm adding them now.