When all the clothes on Meng Zhilu's beautiful body were stripped off, left with only a peach-colored thin cloth covering her secret path. Rong Wang lifts Meng Zhilu's naked body with his two arms, her body pressed against his chest, and carried her into the inner chamber of the wooden royal house in the middle of a beautiful shady garden.

A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, setting the wind chimes tinkling softly, like a lullaby for lovers. The delicate scent of pear blossoms filled the air, their white petals drifting to the ground as if shy witnesses to the intimacy unfolding within.

He laid her gently upon a plush mattress within the beautiful chamber. Then, Rong Wang, his form towering over hers, lowered himself onto her fragrant body.

Desire pulsed beneath his robes, the agitation in the lower abdomen demanded that it be released quickly. However, his deep feelings for Meng Zhilu transcended mere lust. To be this close to the woman he had longed for was a dream come true. He would not rush this moment.

He lowered his head, capturing her gaze in his. Her dark eyes, reflecting his image, held a flicker of nervousness. Her cheeks flushed, and her lashes trembled. "Your Highness..." she murmured, her voice a hesitant whisper, as if she was searching for an implication hidden in the depths of her heart.

"Shh..." Rong Wang whispered as he lowered his head and touched the tip of her nose with the tip of his nose, rubbing it gently.

"Ngyek Nyeengh Gkhee Tsilhuk"

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He whispered the words of the Xichang people (Tibetan language) to Meng Zhilu

Her face was confused after hearing this. When she opened her mouth to ask, he was pinched by his thin lips and gave her a deep kiss. His lips brushed hers in a feather-light caress. Then, he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently tracing the outline of her lips.

Their lips intertwined, savoring the sweetness of the kiss.

Their kiss deepened, like a river swelling in a swamp under the Vasant wind.

As desire intensified, Rong Wang's tongue slipped into his intimate partner's mouth.

His tongue explored, swirling and entwining with the smaller one.

Her hands resting on the thick moved along the wide back plate to the rhythm of the kissing of the person above.

His palms caressed along her legs. Slowly climb high to the petals of the clean white pear on her secret part, the big palm caresses it gently alternately with the softness there for a while, and then slowly leaves mourning to reach the goal above, which is full of softness and bounce.

His warm fingertips grazed her sensitive pink spot on the top of the white hill, a teasing touch that drew her closer to his body.

Their movements quickened, bodies pressing together in a rhythm of escalating passion.

The tender kiss deepened, their mouths clinging with a fiery hunger.

Their breaths mingled, growing heavier with each shared inhale.

The kiss intensified, their lips melting together in a fervent embrace.

His big palm was rubbed on her soft body as if he owned a small body. He squeezes gently along the proportions of the soft happily, whether pink spots on the top of the white hills. Or two pear petals squeezed tightly under Her flat stomach, without the black hairy forest.