Seeing Li Wan struggling, Jia Huan hurriedly wrapped around her waist and whispered: Sister, don’t move, can we just do this, let’s talk for a while...
When Li Wan came into contact with Jia Huan's gaze, she knew that doing this was not etiquette and moral, but still opened her mouth and did not say anything against it.He just looked outside the house with guilt, afraid that the nanny who was serving suddenly came in.
The two of them were close together. Although Jia Huan was a little distracted, he still turned his eyes to Li Wan's boudoir. From the arrangement of the room, Li Wan's orchid heart-wise quality can also be seen. The layout of the whole room is very elegant, revealing the elegance that matches the beauty's character everywhere, and the faint burning incense flows quietly in the room.Of course, Jia Huan was most interested in the carved sandalwood bed in front of him that made him have infinite imagination. It was a lotus red gauze tent with a high tie on the tent. The mandarin ducks were embroidered with a round hook needle. The breeze came out and the gauze tent swayed gently. The mandarin ducks seemed to be alive, and there were many orchids on the corners of the gauze tent, which looked extremely elegant and beautiful.On the head of the bed were Li Wan's close-fitting clothes, underwear and bellybands.
Li Wan originally thought he was going to say something, but she looked down and waited for a long time but didn't see Jia Huan speak. She quickly looked up and looked at his eyes, but found that he was staring at his clothes, and her face suddenly turned red. It turned out that Li Wan had never had other men in her room, so she naturally wouldn't hide her close-fitting clothes. But she knew that Jia Huan came in and saw this time by accident.
Don't look at it. Li Wan begged in a low voice, slapping Jia Huan's body with her slender fingers.The slightly opened mouth was moist and bright red, and it gently exuded a fragrant breath.
Oh, my sister's room is really elegant.
Jia Huan smiled disconcertedly. At this time, he felt that Jia Lan's little hand had finally let go, so he quietly pulled back and put his hands around Li Wan's waist, allowing her to sit completely in her arms.
Li Wan tried her best to resist the evil comfort. She didn't expect to give herself a sense of safety while sitting in Jia Huan's arms, as if she didn't have to worry about anything and no longer worry about anything.At this moment she was just a weak woman.Although she knew it was wrong to sit in his arms like this, she didn't want to get up and just wanted to rely on it like this, just like a dream.
Suddenly, her body stiffened again. It turned out that Jia Huan leaned up from behind, put his chin on her shoulders, and the heat from his nostrils blew into her ears, as if a powerful hurricane had stirred up a huge wave of her heart. The hot touch made the touch flush and stroke her white cheeks, and her rosy red lips were breathing rapidly.
Seeing what she was about to say, Jia Huan hurriedly stopped him and asked: Sister, how old are you?
Twenty-three, youth is fleeting, and after saying this, Li Wan's heart hurts. She remembered that her husband had passed away for many years, and she was no longer a carefree girl. Her heart suddenly became clearer. She felt that she let her uncle do whatever she wanted and sorry for her dead husband. She hurriedly twisted her body and said: Third Young Master, let me get up, what kind of decent things do you want to let the servants see?
I don't mean, my sister has agreed to me just now.
Jia Huan acted like a child and acted spoiled. Then he grabbed one of Li Wan's jade hand and placed it in front of him and looked at it. He praised: Sister, your jade hand is so beautiful.
No woman doesn't like to hear others' praise, and Li Wan forgot to refute him for a moment. A blush flew across her bright face, and her eyes were filled with shyness and charm again.Let Jia Huan grab his jade hands and play with it.
Beside the broken bridge outside the post station, lonely and unparalleled.It was already dusk and it was sad alone, and the wind and rain were even more.I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I let the flowers be jealous.Stones are turned into mud and crushed into dust, and only the fragrance remains the same.
Jia Huan suddenly whispered a poem by Lu Fangweng. His left hand was holding Li Wan's graceful and slim waist, and his right hand kneaded her weak and boneless little hand and said softly: Sister is like a flower blooming in the valley, no one has ever appreciated it. This Jia family is like a cage, making her unable to fly out again.Over the years, my sister has suffered so much.
Li Wan originally felt that Jia Huan's hands touched her smooth and slender waist itchy, and her body was still trembling slightly. When she heard him say this, tears suddenly flowed down her eyes.
Logically speaking, she was the eldest young lady of the Jia family and lived a life of luxury. But as Jia Huan said, she was just born in a luxurious cage. When her husband was alive, the two could still say something. When her husband passed away, her only relative was her young child. She gave her whole heart to her children, but she didn't expect that she was indeed the flower growing by the wild bridge, and no one paid attention to her.As her face grew older, she no longer knew what to do, and could only place all her hope on Lan'er.
She didn't expect that someone would understand her loneliness and silence. Her heart began to ripples. She, who has always been simple, never thought that her heartbeats so fast, as if the devil had already been hidden deep in her body and was activated at this time. Her hands instinctively grabbed Jia Huan's clothes and whimpered silently.
Sister, don’t cry anymore, will I have time to accompany you in the future?
Jia Huan hurriedly picked up her fragrant palm, carefully wiped Li Wan's eyebrows, and gently leaned her head against his chest.
Uncle San, are we dreaming?
Li Wan said.
This is not a dream. Jia Huan was not sure, so he hurriedly corrected the situation.
No, this is a dream, everything happened before the dream woke up.
Li Wan couldn't help but hug his back tightly, huddled her whole body into his arms, and her soft hair kept teasing Jia Huan's chin.
At this time, Jia Huan understood that Li Wan was just making an excuse for her weakness, and immediately stopped refuting, touched her black hair with her hand and said softly: Yes, sister, this is a dream.
The other hand slid on her waist and slowly moved to her breasts. The thin back could not block the plump elasticity of her skin. As soon as Jia Huan's hand slid in, Li Wan grabbed it again, and her body was slightly trembling against him. The shy blush floated on her bright and jade-like face: Third Young Master, don't do this.
This is a dream. Jia Huan said softly in a tempting tone.
Hearing this, Li Wan's hand suddenly relaxed a little. In this moment of hesitation, Jia Huan's hand had already slid in, and in an instant it occupied the young woman's entire heart again.Endless shyness pounced on her like anger, and she screamed in irresistible shyness.
Although she lowered her head and couldn't see Jia Huan's gaze, she was shy and embarrassed scenes appeared in her mind. Her skin began to turn red, and her breathing became much faster. She kept kneading the corners of her clothes with her hands.
The plump and smooth feeling makes people feel infinite yearning and adds a lot of thoughts and thoughts to people.Li Wan's delicate body trembled gently, and the temperature of her skin was also rising, showing her inner excitement and uneasiness.
Jia Huan couldn't help but lift her pink and smooth jaw with her hands, staring at Li Wan's hazy fog eyes. Li Wan's face was red, and she found that Jia Huan was looking at him steadily, with a huge amount of tenderness in her eyes, as if she was about to melt her.As soon as Jia Huan's eyes were met, a blush immediately appeared on her pretty face, and her eyes seemed to be dripping even more. She hurriedly tried to put her head down again.
But Jia Huan refused to let her do what she wanted, and lowered her head to attack her, ready to kiss this pretty man. Don't. Li Wan felt that Jia Huan was doing more and more excessively, so she quickly refused gently, but her body did not have the strength to stop her.
Father, you are here to accompany Lan'er.
Suddenly, Jia Lan's murmur came from the bed, which scared both of them and quickly turned to look at Jia Lan.
When Jia Huan let go of his hand, Li Wan also stood up quickly, stood beside the bed with a red face, and hurriedly shouted: Lan'er, wake up.
Jia Lan seemed to have not heard it, her little hands clutching in the air, shouting constantly: Father, father. Jia Huan felt sad and hurriedly delivered his hand to him, comforting softly: Lan'er, don't be afraid, I'm here.
Father, I won’t let you go. Jia Lan grabbed Jia Huan’s hand, muttering in her sleep, and there were still a few tears on her face, which was indescribable.He seemed to be afraid that his father would disappear as soon as he let go, so he grabbed his little hand tightly. Jia Huan pulled it several times but didn't pull it away...
Although a lot of things happened today, Li Wan fell asleep with a smile. Since her husband passed away, she has been very lonely. Although the Rongguo Mansion is full of flowers, she is like an outsider, and she is very depressed, like a broken flower that has bloomed and broken, no one can comfort her. The feeling of loneliness is not good. Fortunately, she has a son. She put all her hopes on Jia Lan, hoping that he can make a name for himself, so that her efforts will not be in vain, and she will be satisfied.But what happened today made a faint sense of luxury in her heart. She couldn't say what it was, but she also knew that it was very hard for her to be alone. She needed to comfort herself, talk with her and chat with her, and then she would talk about the trivialities of daily life, and she was willing to do so.
When Li Wan came into contact with Jia Huan's gaze, she knew that doing this was not etiquette and moral, but still opened her mouth and did not say anything against it.He just looked outside the house with guilt, afraid that the nanny who was serving suddenly came in.
The two of them were close together. Although Jia Huan was a little distracted, he still turned his eyes to Li Wan's boudoir. From the arrangement of the room, Li Wan's orchid heart-wise quality can also be seen. The layout of the whole room is very elegant, revealing the elegance that matches the beauty's character everywhere, and the faint burning incense flows quietly in the room.Of course, Jia Huan was most interested in the carved sandalwood bed in front of him that made him have infinite imagination. It was a lotus red gauze tent with a high tie on the tent. The mandarin ducks were embroidered with a round hook needle. The breeze came out and the gauze tent swayed gently. The mandarin ducks seemed to be alive, and there were many orchids on the corners of the gauze tent, which looked extremely elegant and beautiful.On the head of the bed were Li Wan's close-fitting clothes, underwear and bellybands.
Li Wan originally thought he was going to say something, but she looked down and waited for a long time but didn't see Jia Huan speak. She quickly looked up and looked at his eyes, but found that he was staring at his clothes, and her face suddenly turned red. It turned out that Li Wan had never had other men in her room, so she naturally wouldn't hide her close-fitting clothes. But she knew that Jia Huan came in and saw this time by accident.
Don't look at it. Li Wan begged in a low voice, slapping Jia Huan's body with her slender fingers.The slightly opened mouth was moist and bright red, and it gently exuded a fragrant breath.
Oh, my sister's room is really elegant.
Jia Huan smiled disconcertedly. At this time, he felt that Jia Lan's little hand had finally let go, so he quietly pulled back and put his hands around Li Wan's waist, allowing her to sit completely in her arms.
Li Wan tried her best to resist the evil comfort. She didn't expect to give herself a sense of safety while sitting in Jia Huan's arms, as if she didn't have to worry about anything and no longer worry about anything.At this moment she was just a weak woman.Although she knew it was wrong to sit in his arms like this, she didn't want to get up and just wanted to rely on it like this, just like a dream.
Suddenly, her body stiffened again. It turned out that Jia Huan leaned up from behind, put his chin on her shoulders, and the heat from his nostrils blew into her ears, as if a powerful hurricane had stirred up a huge wave of her heart. The hot touch made the touch flush and stroke her white cheeks, and her rosy red lips were breathing rapidly.
Seeing what she was about to say, Jia Huan hurriedly stopped him and asked: Sister, how old are you?
Twenty-three, youth is fleeting, and after saying this, Li Wan's heart hurts. She remembered that her husband had passed away for many years, and she was no longer a carefree girl. Her heart suddenly became clearer. She felt that she let her uncle do whatever she wanted and sorry for her dead husband. She hurriedly twisted her body and said: Third Young Master, let me get up, what kind of decent things do you want to let the servants see?
I don't mean, my sister has agreed to me just now.
Jia Huan acted like a child and acted spoiled. Then he grabbed one of Li Wan's jade hand and placed it in front of him and looked at it. He praised: Sister, your jade hand is so beautiful.
No woman doesn't like to hear others' praise, and Li Wan forgot to refute him for a moment. A blush flew across her bright face, and her eyes were filled with shyness and charm again.Let Jia Huan grab his jade hands and play with it.
Beside the broken bridge outside the post station, lonely and unparalleled.It was already dusk and it was sad alone, and the wind and rain were even more.I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I let the flowers be jealous.Stones are turned into mud and crushed into dust, and only the fragrance remains the same.
Jia Huan suddenly whispered a poem by Lu Fangweng. His left hand was holding Li Wan's graceful and slim waist, and his right hand kneaded her weak and boneless little hand and said softly: Sister is like a flower blooming in the valley, no one has ever appreciated it. This Jia family is like a cage, making her unable to fly out again.Over the years, my sister has suffered so much.
Li Wan originally felt that Jia Huan's hands touched her smooth and slender waist itchy, and her body was still trembling slightly. When she heard him say this, tears suddenly flowed down her eyes.
Logically speaking, she was the eldest young lady of the Jia family and lived a life of luxury. But as Jia Huan said, she was just born in a luxurious cage. When her husband was alive, the two could still say something. When her husband passed away, her only relative was her young child. She gave her whole heart to her children, but she didn't expect that she was indeed the flower growing by the wild bridge, and no one paid attention to her.As her face grew older, she no longer knew what to do, and could only place all her hope on Lan'er.
She didn't expect that someone would understand her loneliness and silence. Her heart began to ripples. She, who has always been simple, never thought that her heartbeats so fast, as if the devil had already been hidden deep in her body and was activated at this time. Her hands instinctively grabbed Jia Huan's clothes and whimpered silently.
Sister, don’t cry anymore, will I have time to accompany you in the future?
Jia Huan hurriedly picked up her fragrant palm, carefully wiped Li Wan's eyebrows, and gently leaned her head against his chest.
Uncle San, are we dreaming?
Li Wan said.
This is not a dream. Jia Huan was not sure, so he hurriedly corrected the situation.
No, this is a dream, everything happened before the dream woke up.
Li Wan couldn't help but hug his back tightly, huddled her whole body into his arms, and her soft hair kept teasing Jia Huan's chin.
At this time, Jia Huan understood that Li Wan was just making an excuse for her weakness, and immediately stopped refuting, touched her black hair with her hand and said softly: Yes, sister, this is a dream.
The other hand slid on her waist and slowly moved to her breasts. The thin back could not block the plump elasticity of her skin. As soon as Jia Huan's hand slid in, Li Wan grabbed it again, and her body was slightly trembling against him. The shy blush floated on her bright and jade-like face: Third Young Master, don't do this.
This is a dream. Jia Huan said softly in a tempting tone.
Hearing this, Li Wan's hand suddenly relaxed a little. In this moment of hesitation, Jia Huan's hand had already slid in, and in an instant it occupied the young woman's entire heart again.Endless shyness pounced on her like anger, and she screamed in irresistible shyness.
Although she lowered her head and couldn't see Jia Huan's gaze, she was shy and embarrassed scenes appeared in her mind. Her skin began to turn red, and her breathing became much faster. She kept kneading the corners of her clothes with her hands.
The plump and smooth feeling makes people feel infinite yearning and adds a lot of thoughts and thoughts to people.Li Wan's delicate body trembled gently, and the temperature of her skin was also rising, showing her inner excitement and uneasiness.
Jia Huan couldn't help but lift her pink and smooth jaw with her hands, staring at Li Wan's hazy fog eyes. Li Wan's face was red, and she found that Jia Huan was looking at him steadily, with a huge amount of tenderness in her eyes, as if she was about to melt her.As soon as Jia Huan's eyes were met, a blush immediately appeared on her pretty face, and her eyes seemed to be dripping even more. She hurriedly tried to put her head down again.
But Jia Huan refused to let her do what she wanted, and lowered her head to attack her, ready to kiss this pretty man. Don't. Li Wan felt that Jia Huan was doing more and more excessively, so she quickly refused gently, but her body did not have the strength to stop her.
Father, you are here to accompany Lan'er.
Suddenly, Jia Lan's murmur came from the bed, which scared both of them and quickly turned to look at Jia Lan.
When Jia Huan let go of his hand, Li Wan also stood up quickly, stood beside the bed with a red face, and hurriedly shouted: Lan'er, wake up.
Jia Lan seemed to have not heard it, her little hands clutching in the air, shouting constantly: Father, father. Jia Huan felt sad and hurriedly delivered his hand to him, comforting softly: Lan'er, don't be afraid, I'm here.
Father, I won’t let you go. Jia Lan grabbed Jia Huan’s hand, muttering in her sleep, and there were still a few tears on her face, which was indescribable.He seemed to be afraid that his father would disappear as soon as he let go, so he grabbed his little hand tightly. Jia Huan pulled it several times but didn't pull it away...
Although a lot of things happened today, Li Wan fell asleep with a smile. Since her husband passed away, she has been very lonely. Although the Rongguo Mansion is full of flowers, she is like an outsider, and she is very depressed, like a broken flower that has bloomed and broken, no one can comfort her. The feeling of loneliness is not good. Fortunately, she has a son. She put all her hopes on Jia Lan, hoping that he can make a name for himself, so that her efforts will not be in vain, and she will be satisfied.But what happened today made a faint sense of luxury in her heart. She couldn't say what it was, but she also knew that it was very hard for her to be alone. She needed to comfort herself, talk with her and chat with her, and then she would talk about the trivialities of daily life, and she was willing to do so.
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