Chapter 26 New No. 1 Scholar (H)

The plot seemed different from what she imagined. Looking at the calm and aggressive scholar, Ning Wan felt a little excited.

If you are obedient and don’t resist tonight, I will forgive your willfulness.

His tone was very old-fashioned, serious, and serious, but Ning Wan's heartstrings trembled. She bit her lip and said obediently: I must listen to my husband and not move around.

The next second, Zhu Wanyi stepped forward, slowly took off her coat, leaving only an apricot-yellow bellyband, and then cut her arms behind her back and tied them thinly with a red silk rope. Ning Wan was forced to thrust her chest, and her two bulging breasts supported her bellyband to undulate.

Husband, what are you doing...

His wrist was bound to the point where he was not very good. His tying technique was not good. If he had the heart, Ning Wan could break free in a moment, but she obediently.

Zhu Wanyi snorted lightly, did not answer, turned around and took out the divorce book from the Analects of Confucius, and read: I am not a virtuous and virtuous woman, and I am not worthy of your poetry and books. From today on, you will be the top scholar in your exam, and I will be my mountain king... My wife, you are really heartless.

Ning Wan muttered in a low voice: Am I angry?

If you make me angry on weekdays, I won’t say anything like not meeting you again.

Ning Wan felt guilty and half lowered her head, revealing a piece of her slender and fair neck. With her hands tied up, she looked so cute and fragile: So what do you want to do...

Zhu Wanyi pressed the pity that surged in his heart, holding his knuckles tightly, for fear that he would come forward and hug her in the next second, and said with a stern face: As long as you write a love letter to me, this matter will be gone.

This is good, I like this, my husband quickly let go of me.

Since it is a love letter, how can you not write a better look? Your ghost-like word paintings like peach talismans really insults my "poetry and books".He deliberately aggravated the tone of these four words, so he should do it for his husband.

He still moved slowly and unfolded a piece of snow-white rice paper.

The corner was pressed with a ruler, and then he took out a brand new wolf. The pen pillar was about two fingers thick and the pen tip was about half an inch long. After everything was ready, Zhu Wanyi came to Ning Wan with a brush: It was just the only one who had a wife's ink.

Ning Wan said blankly: Ink?Do you want me to grind?

I'll do it.This serious scholar raised his hand and pressed her high mountain peak with his pen tip. He drew a circle and suddenly felt a strange numbness climbed into his heart, and Ning Wan couldn't help but tremble slightly.

After trying the pen tip, Zhu Wanyi used eighteen calligraphy skills on her crispy nipples through her bellyband, picking, wiping, drawing, and lifting. The tip of the wolf hair was soft and tough, elastic and round, just like thousands of ants gnawing on her chest, and a milk bean stood up tremblingly, pushing out a clear bulge on her bellyband.

Ning Wan was secretly panting by him. The touch of her, light and heavy, made her feel endless desire in her heart. I really want... I really want him to hold two milks, rub and pinch hard, and never torture her like a frog boiling in warm water.

After Zhu Wanyi drew both of her nipples as hard as a stone, he saw her teeth biting her red lips, her nose wings flexibly, and she looked dissatisfied with desire. The tip of her pen swept her wet lips: Don't bite it.

This was a little bit light and heavy, which made her blood and blood unstable, and her whole body was itchy. Ning Wan tried her best to resist the urge to break away from the red rope and shouted: Mr....