Qin Ming took a look. After sitting down, he kept his head down because of nervousness and rubbed the hem of Yang Zijun's bright red skirt.
In order to verify his suspicion, Qin Ming moved to sit next to Yang Zijun, stretched out his hands to pull her soft body into his arms.
Yang Zijun, who suddenly bumped into Qin Ming's chest, was a little panicked, thinking that Qin Ming was going to have sex with her, so she panicked and closed her eyes.
She said with a trembling voice:
"Mr. Lang, can you put out the candle first?"
Maotu, who was still a little dazed on the bed, quickly raised his head when he heard Yang Zijun's words and quickly found the positions of the three candles in the room.
Then Maotu turned his head and looked at Qin Ming expectantly.
It seemed that as long as Qin Ming gave an order, she could rush out immediately and extinguish all the candles.
Qin Ming looked at the cute Mao Tu with a smile on his lips. He reached out and grabbed one of Mao Tu's arms and pulled her into his arms.
It's rare that two beautiful little wives are delivered to your door.
Of course, he would help the little wives by measuring their heights and weighing those indescribable parts under the candlelight.
This is all delicate work. How can we do this work if we extinguish the candle!
Thinking of Qin Ming like this, he lowered his head, kissed the two women's faces quickly, and then said with a smile:
"Aren't you coming here tonight to have a bridal chamber with me? How can you have a bridal chamber when the candles are extinguished and you can't see anything?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Ming felt the two delicate bodies in his arms tremble slightly.
Realizing what was going to happen next, the two women hugged Qin Ming tighter.
At this point, even if Qin Ming wants to beat them to death, they will not back down.
Just the thought of having to take off their clothes and get beaten soon made the two women feel nervous and shy.
Especially after hearing Qin Ming say that it was impossible to have a wedding in the dark, Yang Zijun and Mao Tu couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
[This is different from what the slave family thought! How could Lang Jun do this? Can't we just go through the motions? ]
[If I had known that today would be like this, I should have asked my aunt for advice before. ]
[After all, until now, Nujia still hasn’t figured out how Lang Jun can beat Nujia to bleed. ]
[Do you need to use weapons when entering the bridal chamber? ]
Qin Ming looked at the two women, nervous, and almost burst into laughter.
But who told these two young ladies to secretly come to the bridal chamber without actually asking about what was going on in the bridal chamber?
But if we really inquired clearly, it is estimated that these two little wives may not come tonight.
Feeling the tension between the two women, Qin Ming also stopped teasing the visitor.
His big hands gently landed on the backs of the two women, and while stroking their smooth backs, he ordered Wan'er, who was stunned beside the bed:
"Wan'er, go and move the two quilts in the cupboard."
Wan'er pursed her lips, nodded obediently as usual, and said:
"Master, please wait a moment. I will go and get it right away."
After saying that, Wan'er jumped off the bed, put on her embroidered shoes, and walked towards the closet.
After a while, Wan'er came back holding two quilts.
The sound of Wan'er's footsteps getting closer and closer sounded to Yang Zijun's ears like a countdown, reminding her that the wedding was about to begin.
So she took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, opened her narrow phoenix eyes, looked around, and finally landed on the big red bed curtain.
Yang Zijun pursed his lips and said timidly:
"Mr. Sir, putting down the bed curtain won't affect the bridal chamber, right?"
Qin Ming looked up at the bed curtain and said with a smile:
"Lowering the bed curtain will not affect the wedding room."
As soon as the words fell, Yang Zijun and Mao Tu raised their heads and looked at Qin Ming with almost begging eyes.
"Before we begin, could Mr. Lang lower the curtains?"
Qin Ming chuckled, took back the hand around Mao Tu's waist, tapped Yang Zijun's beautiful red lips, and said:
"If you want Mr. Lang to lower the window curtains, that's not impossible."
"It depends on Jun'er's performance."
How could Yang Zijun not understand what Qin Ming meant at this time.
[Why didn’t I realize before that Lang Jun likes to bully people so much! ]
At this time, Lang Jun is Daozu, and she is fish meat.
What else can be done?
Yang Zijun could only close his eyes obediently, raise his chin and put on his red lips.
Looking at Yang Zijun's beautiful face and her pair of eyelashes that were constantly trembling like a small fan.
Qin Ming couldn't hold it in any longer, lowered his head and kissed Yang Zijun's red lips.
At the same time, Qin Ming wrapped one hand around Yang Zijun's slender waist, and skillfully untied Yang Zijun's bright red myrobalan skirt with the other hand.
At this time, Mao Tu had long forgotten the matter of being beaten. She sat next to Qin Ming and watched the two kissing passionately with her eyes straight.
Seeing Yang Zijun's clothes falling on the bed one by one, Little Tutu was stunned.
[How shameful! Soon, will the young master do the same to the slave family? ]
[When the time comes, will the slave sit still like the young lady and let the young master do what he does, or should he be more reserved and block him appropriately? ]
[I don’t know what kind of woman the young master likes. The slave family must not make the young master unhappy. ]
[What if during the bridal chamber, he retaliates and beats the slave to death, the gain will outweigh the loss! ]
When Maotu was thinking about how to deal with it for a while, he suddenly felt his vision dimming slightly.
Maotu was stunned for a moment, then turned around and realized that the window curtain had been lowered by Wan'er.
Sensing Mao Tu's gaze, Wan'er turned her head and smiled at Mao Tu, and then put her finger to her lips, signaling Mao Tu to keep quiet so as not to disturb the young master and her cousin.
Mao Tu nodded heavily upon seeing this, perhaps because the window curtains blocked the bright candlelight.
At this moment, Maotu suddenly felt much more at ease, and the nerves that had been tense gradually relaxed.
As he relaxed, Maotu took stock of Qin Ming's extra-large and super-soft bed.
Not long after, Maotu discovered that on the innermost side of the bed, Sishu was wrapped in the quilt and sleeping soundly like a caterpillar.
Suddenly finding someone else on the bed, Maotu was startled. Her pupils shrank and she let out a loud cry.
This voice can be said to be earth-shattering. It not only woke up the sleeping Sishe, but also forcibly brought two people who were almost lost in lust back to reality.
Yang Zijun came to his senses and was about to turn around and ask Mao Tu what was going on, when he felt a chill running down his whole back.
She looked down and saw that the bright red skirt on her body was missing.
Apart from a pair of black stockings and a half-hanging red bellyband, there was nothing else on his body.
Yang Zijun's pretty face suddenly turned red.
She screamed and threw herself into Qin Ming's arms.
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