Wang Yan woke up from a bumpy carriage. A gauze lantern was hung in the car room. Wang Xun leaned on the soft couch and closed her eyes. She was held in his arms and slept soundly all the way.
I changed my body to clean clothes, but my lower abdomen was slightly swollen. I guess the semen that I ejaculated in was not cleaned in the Zen room, so I asked her to carry his stomach to return home.
It was necrotic. Wang Yan saw his hand on her shoulder, leaned over, held half of his finger in one mouthful, and bit it hard
Wang Xun woke up in pain. Seeing her arrogant and delicate manner like a kitten, she hooked her fingertips on her tongue and stirred her, and said with a sarcasm: Didn’t feed you just now? Why did you bite me when you wake up?
With a slap, Wang Yan spit out his fingers, and he stirred up his saliva. He raised his chin and pressed it against his waist. The crystal flowing corners of his mouth rubbed against his snow-white clothes.
Naughty Wang Xun lit up on her forehead with a funny look
Wang Yan turned over, buried his face in his arms, and asked in a muffled voice: Huan Jiu is in the yard, have you heard the movements of me in the room?
No. Wang Xun smiled, and the tone of explanation contained a bit of pampering. Yan Ye shouted so nicely, how could I let others hear Feng Lian go out and find an excuse, and then sent him away.
Wang Yan felt relieved and complained in a soft voice: What a nice sound, it's so miserable, right?
Isn't it so good? Wang Xun pretended to be surprised and slowly described it to her: At that time, you were very excited to lie on the door and sprayed several times
Wang Yan covered his face shamefully and stopped him in a low voice: No, please say
Wang Xun smiled in his eyes, hugging her tighter, and the rare warmth between the two
The night is like ink, the moon is filled with smoke, and the carriage is passing through the gate of the palace. Wang Yan is trying to go back, but he doesn't want to go to Qinglan Courtyard, Wang Xun can't resist it. When he sees her getting up, his legs are weak, he personally takes her back to the side courtyard.
In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, when Wang Yan arrived at the gate of the courtyard, Wang Xun came to greet him. Wang Xun ordered his servant to ride a horse and leave.
The subtle movement alarmed the servants and maids on the night, and also alarmed Wang Xuan, who had just been preparing to return to the room from her mother's yard.
Wang Xuan married into Yingchuan Geng in the twelfth month of the New Year. Her husband Gengqi is also the nephew of her mother Wang Geng.
The couple are childhood sweethearts, but Geng Qi did not have much affection between men and women. The beautiful concubines with graceful figures took them into the room one by one.
Although Wang Xuan is a spoiled person, as the daughter of a noble family, she was taught to be dignified and generous since childhood. Even if she was angry, she did not dare to act arrogantly in front of her mother-in-law and husband.
Finally, the bride was not willing to be tolerated. She went back to her parents' home during the first month of the year and lived until February.
That night, Wang Geng taught her a lesson and drove her back to her husband's house. Wang Xuan thought of the pile of Yingying YànYàn in Gengqi's backyard, and she felt extremely upset.
Just as he saw the carriage of the main house driving out of Wang Yan's side courtyard, Wang Xuan was curious and wondered that Wang Yan's marriage has been strange recently. She was a concubine older than her. She is already seventeen years old this year and she is not married yet.
I asked my mother, but she only talked about Wang Yao’s marriage. Now the side branch cannot make the decision, and it is the legitimate branch Sanlang who is in charge of it.
For the benefit of the concubine's daughter, the legitimate son of the same clan, is not without a family, but Wang Xuan thinks that the relationship between Wang Xuan and Wang Xun seems to be too good, so that no matter where the maid from Qinglan Court meets Wang Xuan, she is always respectful and respectful, and she is just holding it as half of the master.
It just so happened that Wang Xuan was sleepy, so she walked into Wang Yan's yard openly. Without waiting for the maid to report, she stepped into the bedroom with the lights.
Wang Yan leaned against the couch under the window and was drinking a cup of hot tea. After returning, he felt very tired and sore, and he had not had time to take a bath.
Seeing that the legitimate sister came uninvited, Wang Yuan cheered up and stood up with great effort, calling respectfully: Sister
Wang Xuan was slowly patrolling the room, and her scrutiny eyes fell on Wang Xuan
After a while, I haven't seen each other, and my breasts are bigger. Now my almond eyes are full of water, my pink cheeks are red, and my eyebrows are invisible to the corners of my eyes.
If Wang Xuan hadn't been waiting for the name of the boudoir, Wang Xuan would have doubted whether she had just had a good time with others. This posture and expression were no different from those concubines who had been fucked by men in Gengqi's backyard for half a night and dragged their lazy body to serve tea the next morning.
My sister is so comfortable alone. Wang Xuan stared at the person in front of her in an unknown way and raised her lips and smiled: I heard that my sister and Huan Jiulang went to Lingtai Temple to enjoy the apricot blossoms today, but did she meet Brother San and Sister Awan?
Wang Yan smiled slightly: Lingtai Temple is just such a large area, I can't walk around a few times, and there will always be times when I encounter it.
Wang Xuan pretended to be curious. Did her sister intend to marry Huan Jiu? She raised her eyebrows and said in confusion: Why is Brother San sending you back so late?
Wang Yan did not answer the marriage question she asked, but just lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled awkwardly, obedient and weak. I am not feeling well today, my brother is generous, and I will take me with me when I return home.
Is that right? Wang Xuan ignored it and looked at Wang Xuan. She accidentally saw the edge of her neck that was not covered by her long hair, and red marks on her white skin.
Wang Xuan is a married woman, so she is aware of this. She sneered in her heart, but she looks gentle and considerate on the surface. Ah Ye, what's wrong with your neck? Have you been bitten by a mosquito?
Wang Yan was shocked, lifted her long hair to her chest and covered her casually, trying to be calm. Sister, it doesn't matter, it will be fine if you apply some medicine.
But you are full of Brother San's smell. Wang Xuan said quietly as she smelled the clear fragrance of orchids that came out of Wang Xuan's body.
It was the unique taste of Qinglanyuan. The closer it was to her, the stronger the taste was, and it was faintly mixed with a lewd breath after love.
Wang Xuan let out a sharp sneer: Wang Xuan, what did you do with your brother?
I changed my body to clean clothes, but my lower abdomen was slightly swollen. I guess the semen that I ejaculated in was not cleaned in the Zen room, so I asked her to carry his stomach to return home.
It was necrotic. Wang Yan saw his hand on her shoulder, leaned over, held half of his finger in one mouthful, and bit it hard
Wang Xun woke up in pain. Seeing her arrogant and delicate manner like a kitten, she hooked her fingertips on her tongue and stirred her, and said with a sarcasm: Didn’t feed you just now? Why did you bite me when you wake up?
With a slap, Wang Yan spit out his fingers, and he stirred up his saliva. He raised his chin and pressed it against his waist. The crystal flowing corners of his mouth rubbed against his snow-white clothes.
Naughty Wang Xun lit up on her forehead with a funny look
Wang Yan turned over, buried his face in his arms, and asked in a muffled voice: Huan Jiu is in the yard, have you heard the movements of me in the room?
No. Wang Xun smiled, and the tone of explanation contained a bit of pampering. Yan Ye shouted so nicely, how could I let others hear Feng Lian go out and find an excuse, and then sent him away.
Wang Yan felt relieved and complained in a soft voice: What a nice sound, it's so miserable, right?
Isn't it so good? Wang Xun pretended to be surprised and slowly described it to her: At that time, you were very excited to lie on the door and sprayed several times
Wang Yan covered his face shamefully and stopped him in a low voice: No, please say
Wang Xun smiled in his eyes, hugging her tighter, and the rare warmth between the two
The night is like ink, the moon is filled with smoke, and the carriage is passing through the gate of the palace. Wang Yan is trying to go back, but he doesn't want to go to Qinglan Courtyard, Wang Xun can't resist it. When he sees her getting up, his legs are weak, he personally takes her back to the side courtyard.
In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, when Wang Yan arrived at the gate of the courtyard, Wang Xun came to greet him. Wang Xun ordered his servant to ride a horse and leave.
The subtle movement alarmed the servants and maids on the night, and also alarmed Wang Xuan, who had just been preparing to return to the room from her mother's yard.
Wang Xuan married into Yingchuan Geng in the twelfth month of the New Year. Her husband Gengqi is also the nephew of her mother Wang Geng.
The couple are childhood sweethearts, but Geng Qi did not have much affection between men and women. The beautiful concubines with graceful figures took them into the room one by one.
Although Wang Xuan is a spoiled person, as the daughter of a noble family, she was taught to be dignified and generous since childhood. Even if she was angry, she did not dare to act arrogantly in front of her mother-in-law and husband.
Finally, the bride was not willing to be tolerated. She went back to her parents' home during the first month of the year and lived until February.
That night, Wang Geng taught her a lesson and drove her back to her husband's house. Wang Xuan thought of the pile of Yingying YànYàn in Gengqi's backyard, and she felt extremely upset.
Just as he saw the carriage of the main house driving out of Wang Yan's side courtyard, Wang Xuan was curious and wondered that Wang Yan's marriage has been strange recently. She was a concubine older than her. She is already seventeen years old this year and she is not married yet.
I asked my mother, but she only talked about Wang Yao’s marriage. Now the side branch cannot make the decision, and it is the legitimate branch Sanlang who is in charge of it.
For the benefit of the concubine's daughter, the legitimate son of the same clan, is not without a family, but Wang Xuan thinks that the relationship between Wang Xuan and Wang Xun seems to be too good, so that no matter where the maid from Qinglan Court meets Wang Xuan, she is always respectful and respectful, and she is just holding it as half of the master.
It just so happened that Wang Xuan was sleepy, so she walked into Wang Yan's yard openly. Without waiting for the maid to report, she stepped into the bedroom with the lights.
Wang Yan leaned against the couch under the window and was drinking a cup of hot tea. After returning, he felt very tired and sore, and he had not had time to take a bath.
Seeing that the legitimate sister came uninvited, Wang Yuan cheered up and stood up with great effort, calling respectfully: Sister
Wang Xuan was slowly patrolling the room, and her scrutiny eyes fell on Wang Xuan
After a while, I haven't seen each other, and my breasts are bigger. Now my almond eyes are full of water, my pink cheeks are red, and my eyebrows are invisible to the corners of my eyes.
If Wang Xuan hadn't been waiting for the name of the boudoir, Wang Xuan would have doubted whether she had just had a good time with others. This posture and expression were no different from those concubines who had been fucked by men in Gengqi's backyard for half a night and dragged their lazy body to serve tea the next morning.
My sister is so comfortable alone. Wang Xuan stared at the person in front of her in an unknown way and raised her lips and smiled: I heard that my sister and Huan Jiulang went to Lingtai Temple to enjoy the apricot blossoms today, but did she meet Brother San and Sister Awan?
Wang Yan smiled slightly: Lingtai Temple is just such a large area, I can't walk around a few times, and there will always be times when I encounter it.
Wang Xuan pretended to be curious. Did her sister intend to marry Huan Jiu? She raised her eyebrows and said in confusion: Why is Brother San sending you back so late?
Wang Yan did not answer the marriage question she asked, but just lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled awkwardly, obedient and weak. I am not feeling well today, my brother is generous, and I will take me with me when I return home.
Is that right? Wang Xuan ignored it and looked at Wang Xuan. She accidentally saw the edge of her neck that was not covered by her long hair, and red marks on her white skin.
Wang Xuan is a married woman, so she is aware of this. She sneered in her heart, but she looks gentle and considerate on the surface. Ah Ye, what's wrong with your neck? Have you been bitten by a mosquito?
Wang Yan was shocked, lifted her long hair to her chest and covered her casually, trying to be calm. Sister, it doesn't matter, it will be fine if you apply some medicine.
But you are full of Brother San's smell. Wang Xuan said quietly as she smelled the clear fragrance of orchids that came out of Wang Xuan's body.
It was the unique taste of Qinglanyuan. The closer it was to her, the stronger the taste was, and it was faintly mixed with a lewd breath after love.
Wang Xuan let out a sharp sneer: Wang Xuan, what did you do with your brother?
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