The door was opened, and Lin Wanjie got into the bed in a panic. Yu Jiaoer pulled off the quilt and rolled her up, stretched out her hand to close half of the bed curtain, and lay down pretending to be calm.
"It's a cold day. If you have anything to do, you can just ask your servants to give you orders. Why is there any need for my sister to visit in person?"
When the eldest lady came to the bedside, her face was as dark as water, expressionless, her eyes fell seriously on Yu Jiao'er, which made Yu Jiao'er feel guilty for a while. Could it be that something was missing?
Thinking about it, Yu Jiaoer was a little nervous, the tip of her nose was covered with fragrant sweat, her legs under the quilt tightened, and Lin Wanjie's head was about to be pinched off!
The bed was too small, Lin Wanjie was as strong as an ox, and the quilt was bulging into a small hill. As long as the eldest lady took a look behind the bed curtain, she would definitely reveal her secret.
When Lin Wanjie went to bed, she was too anxious and got under Yu Jiaoer's skirt. Now she couldn't move forward or retreat, and she didn't even have room to adjust her posture.
Moreover, it was pitch dark and stuffy under the quilt, and there was an indescribable smell that made it hard to breathe.
Lin Wanjie felt extremely uncomfortable and begged the eldest lady to explain the matter quickly and leave.
The third lady will never dare to come to this house again!
The eldest lady of the Xiao family beside the bed is only thirty years old. She married into the Xiao family at the age of fourteen and has been here for sixteen years now.
This person from the Xiao family was also the daughter of a prominent family in Hangzhou, and was even rumored to be the most beautiful woman in Hangzhou.
It's a pity that flowers stuck in cow dung are cheap for a bad old man.
The eldest lady is also dissatisfied with her marriage. She is a real harem woman. Although she is extremely beautiful and graceful, she has a hot temper and does not get close to others. If he treats his servants slightly inappropriately, he will be beaten or scolded, and everyone in the Xiao family will change their expressions, saying that he is a dominatrix.
Even Yu Jiaoer was afraid and didn't dare to look at her.
"There are rumors in the mansion recently, have you heard about them?" the eldest lady said coldly.
"What rumors?"
"Some people say that the servant of the house is having an affair with the third lady."
Yu Jiaoer's face changed suddenly, and she hid a small hand under the quilt and grabbed Lin Wanjie's hair. Due to nervousness, her legs were clamped tighter. Lin Wanjie's pressure increased sharply, and she could hardly hold it in anymore.
"Sister, I..." Yu Jiaoer's voice trembled, and she was already crying.
But the next second, the eldest lady threw a handkerchief over: "Is this something personal to you?"
A plum blossom is embroidered on the small handkerchief, which is exquisite and lifelike.
Yu Jiaoer recognized it at a glance: "Oh, how come this handkerchief is in my sister's hand? My sister has been looking for it for several days and still can't find it."
"Did you lose this thing?"
Yu Jiaoer nodded repeatedly, cherished it very much, and carefully placed it under the pillow.
"A servant from the outer courtyard found this thing. The servants thought it was a love gift from the third lady, so there were rumors."
Hearing this, Yu Jiaoer let out a long sigh of relief and relaxed her legs.
Lin Wanjie felt as if he had received an amnesty and quickly took a breath.
This breath has an indescribable taste. The aroma of meat is full of irritation, full of the smell of fox, mixed with a little moist saltiness.
Lin Wanjie thought of something, her stomach was churning, and she almost vomited, but the little brother liked it, and he was so tight in his pants.
I could only keep everything in my heart, and a sentence flashed in my mind: "Sweet girls also have a salty taste."
"Yu Jiao'er, take good care of your personal belongings. The Xiao family is different from others, and they are most afraid of causing gossip. If you don't care, you will kill a life, do you understand?"
"Killed a life?" Yu Jiao'er was stunned and thought of something, "Then...that servant?"
"I have already taken care of that servant for you. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in the Xiao family will not end well."
Lin Wanjie's head buzzed. He was going to be executed just because he picked up the third lady's handkerchief?
He was in the same bed with the third lady like this, and the servant who tasted the third lady's body odor, wouldn't he be eaten alive?
What kind of bird rule is this?
Yu Jiao'er was also shocked and almost got up from the bed, but she restrained herself when she thought there was a man clamped on her leg.
"Sister, the servant just picked up a handkerchief, and I probably didn't know who it belonged to at the time. Just because of such a trivial matter, he... harmed someone? This..."
"A trivial matter?" The eldest lady raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "There are no trivial matters when it comes to the reputation of the Xiao family!"
As she said that, the eldest lady looked down at Yu Jiaoer's half-exposed peaks and bare shoulders, and reminded: "Don't think that just because you are a brothel girl, you can let loose in the Xiao family. I don't care what you do behind closed doors. If If there are any more misbehaviors about you in the house, it will not be as simple as dealing with a servant."
Yu Jiao'er hates her sister's eyes and tone because she is a lady in the world and she is a brothel girl.
Since joining the Xiao family, neither the master nor the servants have regarded her as a person. They only regard her as a cat and a dog that the master uses to show off, just a decoration.
Yu Jiaoer was unwilling to do anything, and everyone tried their best to protect the Xiao family's face, but she insisted on stealing men and humiliating the Xiao family, which made her feel indescribably happy.
Yu Jiao'er thought of the man beneath her. The more she thought about it, the more she became more and more immersed in it. The more she thought about it, the more she felt itchy. Her legs like suckers clamped together again, this time even harder than before, wanting to crush the rough man's bones.
Lin Wanjie couldn't bear it anymore and thought to herself, is this woman crazy?
He is also a normal man!
A more normal man than a normal man!
With his physique and age, he was comparable to a bison in heat, how could he withstand such a woman's teasing.
If life hadn't been at stake, the fox would have been stripped naked and eaten by now.
At this time, Lin Wanjie's whole body was tense under the quilt, holding in his breath, like a hot iron.
When Yu Jiaoer was in the brothel, she met countless talented people and literati, but she never saw a bison like Lin Wanjie.
Holding such a lump of iron in her arms made her so flustered that her saliva almost flowed out.
He said in his heart, "Young people don't know how good a rough guy is, and they mistake a scholar for a treasure. This Lin Dahan is really the right one!"
When the eldest lady saw that Yu Jiao'er was silent, she was about to leave, but she saw the woman on the bed had a strange expression, her eyes were blurred, and big beads of sweat were falling down one by one.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Yu Jiaoer reached into the quilt, caressed Lin Wanjie's eyebrows, mouth and nose, and asked in a daze: "Sister, in this boudoir house, have you ever thought about men?"
The eldest lady was stunned for a moment, and suddenly there was a touch of red clouds on Gujing Mubo's face, like the sun rising among the clouds, shining on the earth, giving the cold woman a layer of spring water, and a rippling look in her eyes.
But this kind of beauty only lasts for a moment. The eldest lady immediately put on a straight face and flicked her sleeves: "Asshole! I am a lady from a famous family, how can I be compared with your romantic hooves!"
The lady in our house was so thin-faced that the eldest lady scolded her and refused to stay.
Looking at the back of the eldest lady, the blush on Yu Jiaoer's face faded slightly, and a hint of sadness replaced her face. She took out the handkerchief under the pillow again, only to find that it was stained with a drop of blood.
Lin Wanjie didn't know what Yu Jiao'er was thinking. When she heard the door closing, she immediately threw off the quilt and jumped up from the bed.
He scratched his crotch next to the bed with a red face, and left without saying a word.
"Stop." Yu Jiaoer's faint voice came from behind.
"Madam, I have to leave."
I can't stay in this place!
"Are you scared?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"Sister just now said that she dealt with a young servant. You were obviously scared when you were under the madam."
Lin Wanjie was indeed a little scared, but it was shameful to show timidity in front of a little girl, so she said, "I'm not scared."
"If you're not afraid, why bother leaving? Do you dare to look back at Madam?"
Lin Wanjie didn't think much. He looked back and saw that he was frozen in place as if struck by lightning. The tip of his nose was warm, as if something was flowing out.
I saw Yu Jiaoer gently untiing her skirt, and her short gauze skirt slid to the ground along her skin that was more delicate than water. Her long snow-white legs exuded a faint warm breath, and she slowly walked towards Lin Wanjie.
The only covering on the lady's body is a thin red bellyband. The rope on the back has been untied, swaying in the wind, and can slip off with just a slight tug.
"Idiot, you are a man, you don't need to be afraid of death, just be afraid that you will die before you have tasted the taste of a woman. Come here, madam, teach you."
