What does it feel like to be four times more sensitive?
After realizing that her body's sensitivity had been adjusted by the field honey and tide pollen and tonics, Mrs. Hu's cheeks began to turn red very quickly, and her beautiful eyes were full of nervousness and panic.
But Mrs. Hu is Mrs. Hu after all, and she still has the temperament of a lady, and even though she is so miserable, she still shows a gentle and dignified appearance.
But some things are irresistible after all. Even if Zhang Ji didn't touch Mrs. Hu, the feeling like being gnawed by a thousand insects almost made Mrs. Hu feel crazy.
Mrs. Hu bit her moist lower lip, as if she still wanted to resist.
But the delicate body that was lying limply in Hu Meiren's arms could not move at all. Mrs. Hu felt that all the bones in her body had softened.
Zhang Ji has never personally experienced four times the sensitivity, but judging from Mrs. Hu's appearance... it should be quite uncomfortable, right?
After all, it was just a subtle feeling, but it was magnified four times.
In this regard, the two instigators, Tian Mi and Chao Xiang, did not feel guilty at all. Instead, they were eager to try and stretched out their sinful hands towards Mrs. Hu.
It is better to bully others than to be bullied by others.
What's more, Mrs. Hu is always gentle and gentle.
Just the look of her pursed red lips suppressing the unspeakable impulse in her heart is exciting.
Zhang Ji was not in a hurry. He observed Mrs. Hu's condition and gently climbed onto Mrs. Hu's feet.
Although the jade feet wrapped in a pair of beige gauze stockings are not as stunning and tempting as black, pink, pink and purple, they still give people a mature feeling.
This is the gentle and mature temperament of a woman that uniquely belongs to Mrs. Hu.
The slender jade feet are as delicate and smooth as white jade.
As Zhang Ji rubbed it, the subtle tickling feeling was magnified four times, as if it was carrying an electric current, and she subconsciously arched her feet.
Four times the sensitivity, even the simplest light touch became Mrs. Hu's death talisman.
Mrs. Hu looked at Zhang Ji with blurred eyes. The scene in front of her was hazy. The only thing she could see clearly was Zhang Ji, especially the things on Zhang Ji...
Mrs. Hu twisted her slender waist, as if the feeling she could bear had reached the extreme, her face turned red, and she was begging like a low growl.
But Zhang Ji didn't make any move, as if he was waiting for something.
This couldn't help but make Mrs. Hu more and more anxious. She was already eager and hurriedly launched an offensive.
"Madam, I got scratched again."
Zhang Ji couldn't help but shave Mrs. Hu's beautiful nose, and there was a hint of helplessness in his words.
Although Mrs. Hu is no longer a girl, and has been with Zhang Ji for a long time...but Mrs. Hu really lacks some practical experience in tactics.
Zhang Ji felt like he had scratched something many times... When a man lives in the world, he should have the ambition to swallow up the heaven and the earth. If he can't even do this well, how can he hold up a bigger ambition?
The person who was inexperienced in this area was Mrs. Hu. Zhang Ji didn't mind being patient, but Mrs. Hu seemed to be unable to endure it anymore.
Zhang Ji's shy and confused eyes made Zhang Ji a little distracted. After noticing Zhang Ji's state, he planned to start the next battle in advance.
However, no matter how she tried, Zhang Ji did not accept Mrs. Hu's request and refused to enter the house three times, always whetting Mrs. Hu's appetite.
Zhang Ji looked at Mrs. Hu with a half-smile, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.
Mrs. Hu bit her lower lip lightly and closed her eyes.
Everything has the possibility of knowing the taste by eating the marrow, and it seems that due to Zhang Ji's deliberate actions, coupled with the effects of pollen and tonics, Mrs. Hu actually changed from her usual dignified and gentle appearance, with a hint of beauty in her beautiful eyes. Charming, but also hiding a bit of madness, launched a strategic counterattack.
Obviously there is no shortage of these things, but Mrs. Hu's skin has become more and more moisturized, with a red glow.
The aloof Madam Hu was still somewhat dignified even at this moment, like a goddess looking down, but in the goddess's eyes, there was more charm than gentleness and dignity, and the wonderful contrasting beauty became more and more alluring.
Of course, Zhang Ji did not resent Mrs. Hu's strategic counterattack.
Why would he resent someone saving his energy for him?
Moreover, admiring the usually dignified and elegant Mrs. Hu showing such a completely opposite look to her usual, this strong feeling is also a bit intoxicating.
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Finally, Mrs. Hu could no longer hold on and raised the white flag, unable to fight anymore.
Zhang Ji did not continue to pursue the victory, but after handing over his answer sheet to Mrs. Hu, he stopped and asked Tian Mi and Chao Xi to remove the effects of mandala pollen and tonics for Mrs. Hu.
After all, Mrs. Hu is her wife and concubine, not a plaything.
Some things should be stopped in moderation.
In fact, although Mrs. Hu was not the best in terms of appearance and figure, and was too shy at times, her status in Zhang Ji's heart was not low.
Mrs. Hu is a traditional little woman, a little woman who only cares about her husband, and she doesn't fight or rob him.
Zhang Ji can talk to Mrs. Hu about any troubles he encounters, from military and political affairs to occasional jealousies at home. Although Mrs. Hu may not have the wisdom to relieve Zhang Ji's worries, she will listen and let Zhang Ji rest in her arms. During the session, I massaged him to relieve his fatigue, and then tried my best to make some impartial suggestions.
It is also for this reason that even Chao Xiong, who has such a temper, would not target Mrs. Hu on weekdays, and would even arrange more opportunities for Mrs. Hu.
Seeing Mrs. Hu surrendering, Chao Tide, Jing Salamander, Tian Mi, and Hu Meiren all looked at Zhang Ji with bright faces, like four ferocious beasts.
Zhang Ji sighed helplessly, it would be great if all these goblins could imitate Madam Hu, that is, he would be full of energy, otherwise he would have died at home long ago.
As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, whoever does go to hell will have to work hard.
