Qiwen joked, "It's about taking over, it's about taking over!"
Daqi: "Fine, then I'll go back to being the 'Southern Overlord' and monopolize all three of you! Haha!" The man laughed triumphantly.
Qiwen: "Look, didn't you admit you're 'Nan Batian'? Nan Batian is a complete scoundrel! You admit you're a scoundrel, you admit you're a scoundrel!"
The man then realized what was happening and laughed, "So you were deliberately setting a trap for me, playing games with me to make me admit I was a scoundrel! Haha, you're so clever!"
The young couple chatted and laughed for a while before getting naked and embracing each other to sleep.
Around one o'clock in the morning, Daqi entered a dream, but he didn't know it was a dream. He only knew that he came to a garden, or more accurately, a park.
Everything felt familiar; he felt as if he had been here before. The place smelled wonderful, filled with all sorts of beautiful flowers and plants. A gentle breeze wafted by, carrying the sweet fragrance that was refreshing and invigorating. He looked up and saw the words "Garden of Flowers" prominently displayed above the garden gate.
"Qunfang Garden" sounds familiar; I feel like I've been here before. Yes, I have! Since I've been here before, why not go in and take another look? With that thought, Daqi strode inside. It was truly beautiful inside, filled with all sorts of flowers; it could definitely be described as "a riot of blooms."
Daqi reached out and picked a flower from each plant he passed, one after another. Peonies, herbaceous peonies, camellias, jasmine, roses, lilies—he picked them all. His hands seemed unable to hold them all, but he didn't care; if he couldn't hold them all, he'd just hug them. After hugging all the flowers, he continued picking…
"Amitabha, well said, well said!" - Daqi heard someone speaking behind him and turned around to see an old monk dressed in white robes.
“Old monk, it seems like we’ve met before!” Daqi said, holding a bouquet of flowers.
“You have a good memory, benefactor,” the monk said.
“I don’t quite remember, but we’ve definitely met before. It seems like it was in this garden,” Daqi said.
“You’ve been to this garden several times before, benefactor. I shouldn’t disturb you while you’re picking flowers here. However, you’ve forgotten about one particular flower,” the monk said.
"Oh, which one? Tell me quickly!" Daqi asked hurriedly.
“Look at that red chrysanthemum behind you, Amitabha!” the monk said.
Daqi turned around and saw that one of the red chrysanthemums was about to wither. Daqi hurriedly said, "Old monk, do you have any water? I'll water it, otherwise it will die."
“Heaven cherishes life. Although this flower has its own destiny, since you are willing to water it, perhaps it still has a chance to survive. Amitabha!” the monk said.
"Where is the water?" Daqi asked.
“Right at your feet! Hehe!” the monk said with a smile.
Daqi saw a basin of water right beside his feet. Without a word, he picked it up and gently poured it over the nearly withered red chrysanthemum. As he watered it, Daqi cried out, "Red chrysanthemum, oh red chrysanthemum, you must come back to life! You must come back to life! Come back, come back to life..."
"Honey, honey, wake up, wake up... What's wrong with you? Wake up!" Qiwen called out. Daqi opened his sleepy eyes and saw Qiwen calling him.
Daqi: "Wife, what's wrong with me?"
Qiwen laughed and said, "You silly goose, you're dreaming."
What, you were dreaming?
Qiwen: "Yeah, you were dreaming! You kept shouting something about Red Chrysanthemum, and about coming back to life, coming back to life."
Daqi then realized that he had indeed been dreaming, and he still remembered the contents of his dream.
Qiwen continued, "What 'Red Chrysanthemum'? I can't understand it at all. Is 'Red Chrysanthemum' a woman?"
Daqi shook his head: "I dreamt that I was watering a pot of red chrysanthemums."
Qiwen smiled and said, "Are you alright? You're covered in sweat." After she finished speaking, she turned around and took out a few disinfectant wipes from the bedside table to wipe the sweat off the man's forehead.
Daqi laughed and said, "I'm fine, it was just a dream, what could it be? What time is it, Wen'er?"
Qiwen glanced at her phone on the bedside table and said, "It's 1:30 a.m.
Daqi said, "1:30 a.m. is still considered the Zi hour in ancient times. Dreams made at this time often have special meanings."
Qiwen said, "Honey, please don't tell me you know about 'Zhou Gong's Interpretation of Dreams'."
Daqi: "I don't understand, but I know that dreams at this time often have certain symbolic meanings. I don't know exactly what they are."
Qiwen: "Honey, go to sleep, it's not dawn yet. You have important business to attend to tomorrow! Go to sleep, be good, listen to me!" The fairy treated the man like a child, coaxing him to sleep. She hugged him and said, "If I hold you while you sleep, you won't have nightmares!"
Daqi: "I didn't have a nightmare..."
Qiwen: "Sweetie, who cares what the dream is. Go to sleep!" She continued to hug the man and closed her eyes.
Daqi kissed the fairy, then turned off the lights and closed his eyes...
But he couldn't sleep, his mind constantly replaying everything that happened in his dream. Red chrysanthemums, withered, watered. He suddenly remembered his previous dream of visiting the "Garden of Flowers." These red chrysanthemums must be related to women, right? And to whom? He didn't know… Lost in thought, he realized that dawn was breaking.
The fairy was still asleep, a smile on her face, appearing extremely charming and alluring. The two were currently embracing each other completely naked, one of the fairy's soft hands gently holding the man's manhood.
The woman before me was so beautiful, her expression utterly serene. She was so soft in my arms, and the hand holding my manhood was so soft too.
Holding a naked, stunningly beautiful woman, a woman like a celestial being, the woman he loved most, the man felt his lust rising.
The man gently laid the sleeping beauty, Qiwen, flat on the pillow, letting her rest peacefully. He parted her long, slender legs, knelt between them, and leaned down to gently kiss her red lips. With one hand, he lightly grasped her delicate breast, constantly flicking her adorable nipple with his fingers.
After kissing her red lips, Daqi kissed his way down Sleeping Beauty's luscious breasts, smooth belly, and adorable navel, followed by her long, slender legs. Finally, the man began to "serve" the woman's precious "peach" and delicate anus with the tip of his tongue.
The woman was asleep, but her sexy "peach" was still secreting a lot of "peach juice." Daqi gently sucked on the woman's "peach juice." The "peach juice" tasted incredibly sweet; he loved the fairy's "peach" so much!
Slowly, Qiwen woke up as well. Her cheeks flushed red as she looked at the man, letting out muffled groans. Daqi's gaze naturally followed the woman's.
"Wen'er, are you comfortable?" Daqi asked Qiwen while savoring the peach.
Qiwen squinted and nodded, her whole body trembling as she gently stroked the man's head. Daqi smiled mysteriously and said, "I promised you yesterday, and I will. Come on, let your husband have some fun too!"
He stood tall on the bed, his incredibly erect and voluptuous member prominently displayed. Qiwen smoothed her hair, tossing it lightly behind her, and looked at the man with a seductive smile before slowly kneeling before him.
"Wen'er, my good wife, you are so good to me, Tong Daqi!" Daqi said gratefully to Qiwen, gently stroking her red lips.
“You are my ‘Son of Heaven,’ my emperor, of course I’m good to you! And I’m only like this to you!” Qiwen said with a smile.
Although the fairy was kneeling naked at his feet, her smooth back remained straight, her beautiful expression was full of confidence, and her proud temperament was still incomparably noble!
Qiwen looked up at the man with an arrogant gaze, one hand caressing his thigh, the other grasping the base of his penis. She parted her lips and enveloped half of the head of his penis, her tongue darting swiftly over the tip, especially around the eyes. Daqi trembled slightly, gazing tenderly at the woman's arrogant eyes.
It felt so good! Physically, he felt waves of "electric current" surging through his own manhood; psychologically, the most beautiful and proud woman was kneeling at his feet, her noble, red lips caressing his "masculine symbol"!
The woman gradually began to swallow and exhale, her moist, rosy lips completely out of shape—tightly enveloping the man's penis to form a perfect circle.
Gradually, the woman's arrogant gaze transformed into a gentle, adoring, and submissive one! Yet, her noble bearing remained, and her smile gained an added, more lethal power! This power utterly extinguished his own heart—his heart was forever "dead" in her presence—forever his greatest love!
Daqi gently combed the woman's hair with his hands, while Qiwen was sucking hard on the head of the man's penis. The two of them gazed at each other affectionately.
Daqi: "Wen'er, you are my princess, the most beautiful and noble princess! You are also my empress, my most honorable empress, my only empress! I want you to love me like this forever, to kneel before me like this forever, and to serve me like this forever!"
Qiwen's lips curled into a smile, her eyes filled with tenderness and utter submissiveness. She nodded repeatedly in response to the man's words. Finally, she released the semen from her mouth and said gently, "Qi, my dearest husband, my only man! Actually, you have always been the emperor in Wen'er's heart. From the moment you taught me my lessons, Wen'er fell in love with you! I truly admire you and love you very much! I want you to love me forever, to pamper me, and to always be my emperor! The greatest happiness of Wen'er's life is meeting you. Of course, I am willing to be your empress, and Wen'er will always kneel before you like this, and always serve you like this!"
Upon hearing Fairy Qiwen's most heartfelt confession, Daqi was so moved that he knelt down and tightly embraced his "Empress," who was also kneeling on the bed.
Daqi's eyes were filled with tears: "Wen'er, my Empress..." The fairy also hugged him and said with a smile: "Husband, my Emperor, you don't need to say anything. Wen'er knows too well where she is in your heart. Everything Wen'er said to you just now was from the bottom of her heart!"
The two knelt together, embracing, as Daqi quietly savored the fairy's confession. —"You've always been the emperor in Wen'er's heart… Of course, I'm willing to be your empress. Wen'er will kneel before you like this forever, and serve you like this forever!"
Oh, my fairy, my dearest wife! Daqi may have won you over, but you've also won over Daxuan!
Chapter 143 Enjoying the "Empress's" Best Qualities
Daqi's blood was boiling. He held Qiwen, whose face was flushed, and let her sit on his lap, while he stretched his legs out on the bed. Qiwen gently rose and fell her body, her beautiful hair swaying back and forth.
The woman gently embraced the man's neck and kissed his forehead. Daqi also kissed her breasts, his hands holding her slender waist as he gently lifted her.
"Mmm... Xuan... Xuan... Husband..." the woman murmured softly, calling out Daqi's name repeatedly. Daqi was very excited. He gently sucked on the fairy's nipple with his lips, and her whole body trembled.
The two enjoyed themselves for a while, then Daqi had Qiwen lie on her side with her legs together and her back to him, while he...
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Then he stood under the bed, standing on the edge of the bed.
Qiwen laughed and said, "Honey, what new tricks are you up to this time?"
Daqi smiled and said, "Anyway, I guarantee you'll be comfortable. Close your eyes." Qiwen smiled slightly and closed her eyes.
Suddenly, the woman cried out in a trembling voice. It turned out that the man was standing under the bed—behind her—and had thrust his manhood directly into her vagina. Her vaginal opening was already very small, and now, with her legs together, it undoubtedly greatly increased the force with which her vagina gripped the man's manhood.
Daqi felt as if he had entered an extremely intimate and warm "gentle haven," and he really wanted to stay in this comfortable "gentle haven" forever. He moved his body gently and forcefully, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, especially his most amorous parts.
The woman's body seemed a little too sensitive. She opened her mouth wide, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth, stuck out her red tongue, and rolled her eyes as she cried out.
Suddenly, the man thrust himself into the woman's body with all his might. "Ah—qi—" the woman almost screamed. Her beloved man's entire penis was inside her precious "peach," and the hot and enormous head of his penis was tightly "kissing" her delicate "flower core," which almost sent her to the blissful realm of paradise.
The woman gently shook her head, her forehead, nose, and entire body covered in a fine layer of sweat, like a mist. Daqi plunged his entire penis into the woman's precious "peach," while gently twisting his hips so that the head of his penis rubbed against the woman's delicate "flower bud." The man rubbed clockwise for a while, then counterclockwise.
Qiwen kept begging for mercy: "Husband...please...please spare me..." Daqi was overjoyed, because the fairy was trembling all over as she begged for mercy, especially her delicate "flower bud" which kept sucking on the head of his penis like a little mouth. He felt waves of pleasure coursing through his body—a blissful and indescribable sensation!
Finally, the fairy let out a soft cry, tilting her head back and tossing her beautiful hair into the air. Her features furrowed, her brows tightly knit. Daqi felt a powerful surge of heat wash over his manhood—a warm, wet surge.
Qiwen felt the man's erection trembling and growing inside her, and she knew what was about to happen. She trembled as she said, "Husband, don't...don't let me get pregnant..."
Upon hearing this, Daqi quickly pulled out his soon-to-explode member. Summoning courage from who-knows-where, he thrust his long, straight, enormous member, dripping with the woman's juices, directly into her mouth.
"Wen'er, be good, take... take it in..." Daqi said, trembling. The fairy frowned and glanced at the man who was covered in sweat. He obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the entire head of the huge, lustful thing into his sexy little mouth.
"Wen'er, hold...hold tight...I...I'm coming..." Daqi said excitedly, finally letting his manhood "explode" inside the beautiful and proud fairy's small mouth. The woman cleverly pressed her red lips tightly together...
"Oh...oh..." The man trembled with pleasure, letting his manhood pulsate in waves within the red lips of the woman he loved most.
"Ugh...ugh..." The woman's expression seemed to be in great pain, but she tightly clenched her lips and kept making "ugh" sounds from her nose.
Gradually, the man's throbbing stopped, and he calmed down, panting heavily. He slowly withdrew his member from the fairy's beautiful mouth, finding it completely clean, without a trace of his passionate "explosion."
He watched with delight as the panting fairy, her red lips pouting and her brows furrowed, looked at him. He knew her mouth was full of his passionate "explosive." He smiled and said, "Sweetie, swallow it like last time; it'll be good for your skin."
The fairy smiled mysteriously, pulled the man down, and kissed him on the lips, transferring half of what was in her mouth into his. She swallowed half of the man's passionate "explosive" and laughed, "Half for each of us, half for each of us!" Daqi laughed and had no choice but to swallow his half of the passionate "explosive."
Seeing the fairy's smug smile, the man suddenly recalled a similar scene. Yes, once upon a time, a beautiful woman had treated him in this unique way—wanting to share half of his passionate "explosive" with him. Who was it?
Yes, it's Sister Xiao Li, the incredibly beautiful Sister Xiao Li! In that instant, for some reason, the image of Zeng Xiao Li suddenly popped into the man's mind. The withered red chrysanthemum from his dream in the early hours of the morning also resurfaced.
He had a strong intuition that Hongju was Sister Xiaoli. A withered Hongju—could it be that Xiaoli was in trouble? It seemed the "Fangzhong Group smuggling case" must have had a huge impact on Xiaoli's life. He remembered how beautiful Sister Xiaoli's smile was, so much like a blooming red chrysanthemum. Yes, Xiaoli was Hongju, and Hongju was Xiaoli. She was withering away; she needed him.
Daqi was sometimes a fatalist; when he had a strong intuition, he would trust his intuition rather than materialism. He still remembered some of the old monk's words from his dream: the red chrysanthemum needed watering, which meant he needed to save Sister Xiaoli, didn't it? Yes, definitely.
"Honey, what's wrong? What's wrong?" Qiwen interrupted Daqi's thoughts.
“Oh, no…it’s nothing,” Daqi said.
"What are you thinking about all of a sudden?" Qiwen asked, hugging Daqi.