She's really good at courting death. But she didn't pretend. Hu Lai knew it. It turned out that Rao Rao was ill.

  He sat on the small sofa with his right leg pressing against his left, staring at her like that. She was sitting on the hospital bed with her legs crossed and a quilt draped over them. Indeed, she had a divine aura about her, yet an extremely elegant demeanor.

  The little nurse smiled and asked her, "Your Majesty, as long as you hold this jade, your heart will be at peace."

  The little nurse likes talking to her. Although she speaks wildly and erratically, but... look at this elegant and refined aura... it's indescribably exquisite.

  Her body was motionless in the slightly loose hospital gown. Her forehead was full and smooth, with a faint blackish-green hairline along her temples, emitting a faint fragrance. Her shoulders, back, hips, and legs were so soft, like jade pendants on a woman's hairpin, like candlelight in a lantern on a dark night, like the moon in the clouds, like mountains in the rain and fog, like the eyes of a melancholy female traveler.

  She held a piece of jade in her hand. It was what she had insisted on. Hu Lai had found it for her.

  A bird-shaped pendant on her fleshy hand. Bluish-green jade. Ashen white moist. Full work double yin line carving Yin people's ancestral god Xuan Bird. A small dragon standing on the bird's head. The dragon's claws grasping the bird's head. Both birds and dragons are symbols of the sun, "Min" character eyes.

  Stroking it gently. Smiling.

  "Of course, it's reassuring. I often think about the people back then and how they came up with this mysterious bird sculpture, twisting its beak like that and making its butt stand upright like that. If this master sculptor were to carve words, how would he arrange them? I wonder, how many human hands have touched it before? All those hands have turned to ashes by now. Even if my own hand touching it today will one day turn to ash as well, isn't that just normal? Humans can't win against objects. The Buddha himself couldn't defeat the Northern Wei dynasty's statues. Ordinary people rely on material things to understand and achieve immortality. Long live forever!"

  She curled up her lips. She imagined herself as Liu Wei. If Liu Wei were really as extraordinary as she was, he would be worthy of the title "romantic and elegant". History would have to be rewritten... However, it can be confirmed that Rou Rou knows how to enjoy herself. She has experienced many good things and thinks a lot. People often say that the line between genius and madness is thin. But Rou Rou's "mad" moments are precisely her most "brilliant" moments.

  The nurse changed her IV and patted her hand. "Take good care of yourself."

  Her body slightly leaned back, lazily reclining. "Mm... I'll carefully store it away. When my body recovers... Using all my strength... Taking a fierce glance... Gently touching it... Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, body, and mind. My brain forever remembers every detail: shiny black, rustling sounds, light fragrance, sour sweetness, smooth roughness... Evil thoughts swirling up..."

  She looked like that. For some reason, the little nurse suddenly blushed and turned around and walked away.

  He couldn't help but purse his lips slightly.

  Damn it.

  The sickbed's occupant still had their legs curled up. However, the upper body was completely leaning against the quilt. Both hands were slightly raised to play with that bird-shaped pendant.

  This hospital is just right. Happens to be Tongji Hospital. When sending Xiaobai in, it was late at night. Not many doctors were on duty. Early the next morning, the attending physician came to work and saw her... "Ah!" At the same time as the exclamation, everyone in the hospital knew her identity. Hu Lai naturally also knew about Ah's medical history.

  Someone must have informed Professor Gao first. But, Professor Gao has gone to Beijing for a seminar. No one is at home. No wonder no one takes care of Ruan Ruan. She's been called out to play outside. No family member came. Hu Lai will continue to take care of her. Oh, and there's also Wei Xiaobai upstairs. Fortunately, she didn't hurt any internal organs. However, the person is still in a coma. Hu Lai is taking care of her too.

  Hurry up and get out of bed. Walked to her bedside. "Your Majesty, what would you like to eat for lunch?" Smiling and asking.

  Your Majesty is still fondling that piece of jade. He glances at him with a look. "Don't want to eat, you get close and intimate with me, I'm full."

  A little shameless.

  He ignored her and chuckled quietly. He reached for the car keys on the nearby cabinet, preparing to leave. He was going to buy tofu brain for her.

  Just about to leave. Your Majesty held his hem with one hand. "Give me a kiss." Little eyes. Soft and soft.

  Hurry up and be gentle. Lower your body...

  He just wanted to kiss her brow. There was indeed a deep charm that made men lose control... But, he hadn't thought of "just kissing" and deliberately developing it into "deep passion"...

  She lightly touched the center of his eyebrows. Her hands, still wet with dew, had already circled around his neck. She tilted her head back, her lips stuck to his. Her legs naturally parted and wrapped around his waist. Her buttocks lifted upwards, a picture of natural bliss.

  She's smiling to herself. She's the emperor's favorite. Only she is favored by him. How can she be favored so naturally? Hehe. It shows that this little demon has a strong sense of being loved in her bones.

  Hu Lai did not deny it. He was attracted to her himself. Otherwise, it's not easy for any kind of "seduction" to tempt him.

  Maybe... I really forgot someone very important... Her... She's very important to me...

  He held her face in his hands. Pulling back a little bit. Narrowing his eyes to look at her. Her slightly parted red lips. Taking small sips of air. In her eyes, dyed with desire.

  He rubbed his thumb over her lip corners. Even if she wasn't being coy, even if she was silly and stupid, she would still cry... He felt a pang in his heart too, thinking back to last night when she sat in the back seat, rummaging through his wallet. "Nothing, nothing..."

  He leaned in and kissed her lips gently. His tongue traced the shape of her mouth. She breathed, more and more urgently.

  Her tongue tip was eager to get close to him. Want to suck. Suddenly retreated.

  His hands around his neck also tightened. Afraid he would run away.

  Hu Lai's hand comforted her waist. He held her and slowly reclined on the hospital bed, careful not to pull out the IV drip attached to her hand.

  Stick out your tongue. Suck contentedly; then switch him. Sucking makes his whole body numb.

  She gently pulled his hand to touch herself. Hu Lai chuckled softly. "Don't move. Don't spill the drops."

  She lifted one leg high onto his waist. He pulled down her hospital gown pants. Inside was bare; the hospital gown top was empty too, inside also empty.

  He stroked her skin, which was as smooth as glazed porcelain.

  Grasses and trees. Clouds and mist. Birds and beasts.

  It seems like a painting with just two strokes.

  The older it gets, the more fragrant it becomes.

  The softness and hardness, moisture and dryness, thickness and thinness, as well as the slanting shoulders, arched back, raised hips, and stretched legs... what a beautiful body!

  His hands were also busy.

  One hand was wrapped around his neck, the other stroking his waistline and then down.

  Lower abdomen.

  Going around in circles.

  His hand was stimulated in her body. Suddenly, he scratched his lower abdomen. The military uniform shirt was messy.

  The belt buckle came loose.

  My pants button is undone.

  Their hands were buried in each other's most private places, groping for a long time... Extremely entwined... His hand was soft. He was hard; his hand was soft. The small pimple at the top of his penis was hard.

  His sick trousers sagged on his thighs. His military trousers were only open at the front fly. The movements were not big. But. Buried deep.

  The bed is swaying gently.

  Feeling infinite tenderness dissolving quietly and calmly. Melted his bones. Melted her bones.

  The rhythm of turmoil in the body harmonizes with each other. The heavenly clothes are seamless. As if the shepherd's flute has two sound holes...

  The whispering sound in his ear said, "Do you understand me?"

  He leaned in and kissed her damp temple. His lips trembled slightly.

  "I understand. I understand your tongue. Your skin. Your dehydrated soul."

  Her smile was as subtle and ambiguous as a blue flower, containing the essence of thousands of years of sedimentation. It's really a bit magical, like mud and fire.

  Suddenly confused about where he was. The ultimate pleasure of the body. The ultimate temptation of the mind...

  Suddenly.

  Doorway

  "Cough, cough." He lightly coughed twice.

  Hú lái slightly lifted his body and pulled up the corner of the quilt to cover his exposed buttocks. He turned his head back to look.

  A woman stands at the door. Wearing a blue cloth jacket with "Tsinghua University" written on the upper left.

  Thank you thank you thank you everyone for the various votes and wonderful comments. Thank you thank you. Another, new year. The story of Ya Nei will continue to be bloody and thrilling. Xiaojie will also work hard to fabricate stories. Striving not to disappoint everyone's expectations. Haha. Wishing all the adults a 2012 with everything going as desired, wishes coming true, most importantly good health, eating well sleeping well earning lots of money enjoying life with beautiful men.