A woman can use many methods to make a man's heart flutter. But if a woman wants to make a man truly fall at her feet, she also needs to use four weapons appropriately: smile, obedience, compliment and care.
Xiangling is definitely not a scheming person, and she doesn't understand these things.
But the moment she smiled, Jia Rong felt that her heart had just skipped a beat. You can never imagine this scene, or even the most detailed imagination will miss many important details.
Jia Rong only looked at a woman with a distinctive appearance and slender figure under the candlelight in the room. She was wearing a light yellow dress and bent sideways. Her sleeves were rolled up to reveal her warm arms like white jade. She carefully tried the inside of the huge wooden barrel. water temperature.
Steam rises in the barrel.
The candlelight shone on her face, like applying gorgeous rouge to her delicate and plain face. The candlelight shone on her body, and the thin clothes revealed her well-shaped figure.
She gently raised her arms, and the candlelight shone on her smooth, satin-like skin.
Like a work of art.
Jia Rong had seen many Western oil paintings and statues. At this moment, he felt that Xiang Ling's hand was even more beautiful than those oil paintings and statues. It is the beauty of art, the beauty of art that makes people suffocate.
"The water temperature is just right, my favorite temperature."
Xiang Ling said with a smile.
The innocent smile is particularly charming under the candlelight.
Jia Rong was still in a daze staring at the smile, but Xiang Ling had already called all the maids who brought water to leave, and walked up to the uncle. The flawless white hand, that crystal-clear jade hand, was carefully undressing Uncle Rong.
Like a gentle kitten, gently scratching his chest.
Itchy.
My body feels itchy, and my heart feels even more itchy.
One of Uncle Rong's hands cunningly hugged the person in front of him, and the other hand grabbed Xiangling's jade finger, held it, looked at it, and rubbed it gently.
It's delicate, smooth, and soft.
Smell it, it still smells good.
"Uncle, please take off your clothes first. The water temperature is just right now, which can relieve your physical and mental fatigue."
"No matter how sleepy the uncle is, he can't get up after seeing our good Ling'er." Uncle Rong laughed, grabbed the little hand and kissed it gently.
Xiangling laughed like a wind chime, with one word in her smile: "Itchy."
Uncle Rong said: "Let's wash together, and Ling'er will rub your head for the uncle."
"Yeah." The innocent Xiang Ling didn't know the meaning of her words, so she said sincerely: "Grandma often said that the uncle is doing big things. The uncle must be very tired when he returns home. Ling'er will take good care of the uncle. , so that the uncle will not feel tired or tired whenever he comes back."
"Good Ling'er."
Jia Rong took off his clothes one by one. He entered the barrel first and urged Xiang Ling to come.
I saw a goose-yellow light-colored dress covering the copper-colored smoke cage next to it. Xiangling lowered her body, took off her shoes and socks. Jia Rong, who was sitting in the bucket, quietly admired the slow and careful movements, but when he saw Xiang Ling's little feet, his heart suddenly jumped twice.
No one looks good when they take off their shoes, but Xiangling is an exception. Everyone's feet are inevitably rough, and she is also an exception. Her ankles are so slender, and her feet are even more ecstatic. Even the five toes are beautiful, delicate and lovely.
Perhaps Xiangling felt cold after taking off her shoes, so she raised all ten fingers on her feet. Like ten cute girls from Lilliput, they are dancing, dancing happily.
"Quick, come in." Brother Rong urged her with a smile, "It's cold outside, don't freeze."
Xiang Ling hummed and nodded innocently. He took off the last covering on his body and lightly skipped over.
She gently raised her right foot. Jia Rong's eyes were actually on her feet instead of looking into the secret place. He clearly saw that it was a delicate foot, a small foot. There was not much meat on the foot, but the bones of the foot were not highlighted. It seems to have no bones, showing the beauty of its round curves.
This kind of beauty is very comfortable and not awkward at all. These are the feet that those women in later generations who wear high heels find difficult to possess.
Jia Rong could clearly see the steaming white heat on the barrel hitting her feet, as if it were stepping on clouds. Pointing your toes down, your thumbs are getting closer and closer to the hot water, slowly...
Finally, it made contact.
The thumb of his toe dipped into the water, causing waves to hit Brother Rong's body. It was right on the chest, and the warm feeling penetrated from the skin of the chest into the heart.
Xiangling noticed Uncle Rong's gaze, lowered her head in shame, and quietly moved her little hand holding the wall of the barrel to cover her vital parts. She turned sideways, straightened her legs, and pointed the Qu Gu, Zhong Ji, and Zu Wuli areas toward the outside of the barrel wall.
Jia Rong didn't feel sorry. Xiangling's graceful curves are perfectly reflected in her straight stance.
When Xiangling's other foot stepped forward, she sat in the water under Uncle Rong's hot gaze. The warm water soaked her body, soaking her white and delicate skin.
Uncle Rong could clearly see that the skin of the white and tender Xiangling was scalded red in the hot water. Even the little face that was not touching the water gradually turned red.
"Master, please turn around and let Ling'er rub his back."
"Okay." Uncle Rong smiled and turned his back, but the image of Xiangling lifting her legs and stepping into the water was still in his mind. He felt that this scene would always be imprinted in his mind. No matter how many women he met in the future, or how many times he saw Xiangling, this scene would not be forgotten.
Just like a man who has been in love many times, when they think of one of the women, they will always remember only the most beautiful side and the most heart-warming moment he has ever seen.
Jia Rong was moved. Just like most men, the heartbeat is triggered by a certain moment, a frown or a smile, or a certain word or deed.
He turned his back to Xiangling, enjoying the gentle hands rubbing his back. The same movements as usual, the same intensity as usual, but the feeling is completely different. If Xiang Ling had observed carefully, he would have definitely discovered that the water level in the huge wooden barrel had actually increased by 0.001 mm.
That's because something in the water is slowly raising the water level.
Uncle Rong suddenly reached over and grabbed one of his hands, and turned around in Xiangling's surprise.
"I haven't finished rubbing it yet." Xiang Ling said doubtfully.
"Change the rub." Brother Rong slowly put down Xiang Ling's hand and said with a mysterious smile, "Why are you still kneeling in the water? Just sit down and free your feet."
"Huh?" Although the honest Xiang Ling didn't understand what Uncle Rong was thinking, she was definitely the most honest and honest among all the maids. Xiangling never questioned anything the uncle said, she just followed it seriously.
She slowly changed her sitting position. She put her feet in front of her. Although it felt a little inappropriate and inelegant, she did it anyway. I just couldn't stand Uncle Rong's eyes, so I was so embarrassed that I put my hands in front of my body.
Xiangling's cheeks turned red.
Just when she thought that the uncle was finally going to do what she saw in Grandma Feng's room that night, she saw that the uncle Rong put his hands into the water and held her little feet.
shame.
Feet are definitely one of the most embarrassing places for women. In this era, even in the erotic pictures circulated among boudoirs, the women were wearing shoes. No matter how gorgeous the erotic paintings are, they still can't depict women's feet.
The moment Xiangling's feet were held by Uncle Rong, Xiangling was completely stunned and stunned.
The blush on her cheeks instantly spread to her ears.
The little ears are red.
I felt Uncle Rong's fingers sliding across the soles of my feet, and a special itch came from the soles of my feet, spreading to my heart and going deep into my nerves. Uncle Rong gently scratched the soles of his feet and then held his toes.
"Uncle, it's itchy."
It's not just itchy, it's itchy and numb, and it's also numb. The legs are crispy, the heart is crispy, and the person is completely soft in the hot water.
"Don't worry." Uncle Rong seemed to have thought of something interesting, and slowly came over while stroking Xiang Ling's little feet. Such beautiful feet, such delicate feet, must also be ecstatic feet.
"uncle……"
Xiangling was panicked, she was afraid of hurting Uncle Xiaorong. She moved her feet lightly, moving her ankles awkwardly so that they formed a strange shape. She was careful not to exert any force.
Uncle Xiao Rong put his hands on the edge of the barrel wall, leaned his back against the inside of the barrel wall, and raised his head high.
Night gradually fell, and the only sound in the room could be heard was Uncle Rong's slightly heavier breathing.
There was no sound of play or water.
After a long time, the water gradually cooled down, and the sound and movement returned to the room.
"Uncle, it's time to change the water." Xiang Ling stood up shyly, looking at her little feet from the corner of her eye from time to time, and quietly rubbing the instep of the other foot with the sole of one foot.
"No rush, let's wash it again after an hour."
"An hour?"
Xiang Ling was puzzled and said innocently: "It's been too long, and I'm going to get cold."
Brother Rong took a sweat towel from the side and wiped his body gently, then wiped it on Xiangling's body. He said softly: "Let's change to a warmer place, won't we not be able to get cold this way?"
"Is that so?"
Xiangling blinked in confusion, and then she understood when she saw Uncle Rong looking towards the bed on that side. The shyness returned, and the rosy little face appeared again.
She took the sweat towel from Uncle Rong's hand and whispered softly: "Uncle, please go over first. Don't get cold. Ling'er can just wipe it by herself."
"Uncle, help you."
Xiang Lian, who had never refused to resist, now shook her head and squirmed, and whispered: "Master, please come over quickly. If he doesn't come over for a while, Ling'er will be worried that he is cold."
Jia Rong couldn't tell whether this was true or not. Was Xiang Ling really worried about him getting cold, or was it because Xiang Ling was ashamed?
Maybe it's shame.
No matter how long Xiangling stayed, she would still know what was going to happen next, and Zaihan would still be shy. She had seen it happen between Uncle Rong, Sister Feng and Ping'er. Uncle Rong also asked Ping'er to teach Xiang Ling. After all, she didn't want this silly maid to do anything stupid in the future.
You must know something about men and women, and you must also know that men and women have different taboos.
Xiangling was indeed ashamed, but it was more for Jia Rong's sake. She didn't want Uncle Rong to get even a little cold.
Uncle Rong lay on the soft quilt, quietly watching Xiang Ling wipe her body slowly, carefully and meticulously, as if she didn't want to let go of a drop of water.
Ordinary waiting is boring and anxious. But some waiting is exciting and makes the blood boil. Especially when there is beautiful scenery to see, the exciting expectations will gradually increase.
Uncle Rong is waiting and watching.
The candlelight in the room was dancing, and a naked woman with perfect curves stood beside the tub.
She held a white sweat towel in her hand, lowered her head slightly and wiped the water drops with the sweat towel. The sweat towel passed over Jade's neck, across her arms, and across her waist. Every movement is so slow, like an oil painting with slowly changing movements, an oil painting called "Bathing".
No, more than one pair.
There are countless paintings, including "Bathing", "Girl in Bath", and "Out of Bath". The female model in all the paintings is Xiangling.
Paintings are beautiful, and people are even more beautiful.
People always want to own beautiful things. Jia Rong was the same. When he saw Xiang Ling approaching with a sweat towel covering her body, he almost screamed with excitement.
"Look at how cold you are." As soon as Uncle Rong waited for Xiangling to approach, he pulled up the quilt to cover Xiangling, and snatched it away to the warm Kang.
Xiang Ling, who had just finished wiping herself, felt how cold the air was, and now she felt how warm Uncle Rong's arms were.
Still hot.
Hot to the point of scalding.
Xiangling twisted her body and remembered what Ping'er usually taught her. I was panicking, but also looking forward to it, but more importantly, I was shy. She really couldn't imagine that feeling. She had only heard Grandma Feng's voice and seen Sister Ping'er looking both uncomfortable and happy.
When she waited for herself, many thoughts flashed through her mind.
"Good Ling'er."
Uncle Rong's laughter came, making Xiangling even more embarrassed. So much so that she was a little awkward when speaking, and she nervously called out: "Uncle...Uncle."
When it fell into Uncle Rong's ears, he laughed even more crazily.
"Don't be afraid."
Xiangling's chin was gently lifted by Uncle Rong, and their eyes met.
Uncle Rong's handsome facial features matched that of Pan An. He had a faint smile on his face, and there was a hint of domineering and excitement hidden in his elegance. Xiangling could feel an invisible pressure. She instinctively shrank down to avoid the hot breath coming from all directions on Uncle Rong.
Suddenly, Xiangling's neck stiffened.
The little mouth is blocked, and the person is in the clutches of the devil.
Xiangling's heart clenched tightly, all thoughts in her mind were gone, and she could only hear the beating of her own heart.
Suddenly, I felt a movement in my abdomen. Xiang Ling's whole body froze, and her hands couldn't help but clenched her fists. She was tense to the point of tightness.
Uncle Rong also noticed it and comforted softly: "Let's talk first, okay?"
Xiang Ling stiffened her neck and nodded. Her mind was full of worries and fears. After hearing what the uncle said, she felt a little relieved.
"Does Ling'er have any ideals?"
"..." Xiangling shook her head. She really didn't know what ideal was, she just thought it was good to stay with Uncle Rong and grandma like this. There is food to eat, clothes to wear, and friends to play with. Moreover, her uncle and grandma were very kind to her, and she was very satisfied.
Xiangling really couldn't say anything, and she was also puzzled that the uncle was talking about chatting, but his hands and feet were acting randomly under the quilt.
Her stiff body slowly softened again.
After hearing a few more questions from Uncle Rong, Xiangling couldn't answer anything. Suddenly I saw the uncle sitting up and said: "Ling'er?"
"uncle?"
A tear fell from the corner of Xiang Ling's eyes at this moment.
