At night, the lights are bright and feasting.
The men and women of Wanyue Tower were once again caught up in the ambiguity.
The warm and soothing atmosphere is full of irresistible temptations.
Jian Yuerong sang slowly, pushing the ambiguous atmosphere to a climax.
Until late at night, people on the dance floor gradually left and went about their own business.
Jian Yuerong dragged her tired body to the backstage, looked at Cao An with blurred eyes, bit her red lips lightly, and walked slowly towards him with her gauze red skirt showing white greasy.
This girl is so pure and seductive!
Cao An's eyes suddenly brightened up, and he kept thinking in his mind, "Execution of the Master".
The late emperor was not even halfway through his business, but the middle path collapsed... You witch, don't even think about spoiling my Taoist heart!
Jian Yuerong's movements were very slow, and each move could tug at the heartstrings. The red dress slowly slipped from her shoulders, revealing two snow-white slender legs.
Cao An secretly thought: This is a brothel. If you dare to do this outside, you will make headlines tomorrow!
"Well, I need to urinate urgently, so I have to go out first..."
Arhat swallowed hard, quickly went out and closed the door, and whispered to Chang Chun: "Watch this place, don't let others in."
"where did you go?"
Chang Chun naturally knew what was going on inside, but he was a little dissatisfied with Luo Han's passive attitude.
Arhat smiled seriously and said, "Well... I have something to do with Xiao Hong. I bothered Brother Chang in the middle of the night. I'll treat you to a drink later."
"Are you that addicted?"
Chang Chun frowned, but when he turned around, he didn't find Wuhan.
…
The backstage is where the female prostitutes put on makeup and change clothes, and the room is filled with the strong smell of powder.
The racks next to it were filled with colorful clothes. Although they were not as explicit as later generations, in this atmosphere, Cao An could not care about these.
"You... don't come over here. He is not a good person."
Cao An swallowed and moved his eyes away with difficulty.
Jian Yuerong had only one fur coat left, which was pink and fragrant. She slowly approached Cao An and leaned over, smiling softly and sitting next to him...
"Mr. Lang, is your family beautiful?"
She is confident about her appearance.
Although it is not as stunning as the stunning beauty of Sister Kou, it is thick where it should be and thin where it should be, especially in the front... there are many mountains.
Not only big, but tall!
"If you do this again, I'll call the police!"
Cao An frowned with a bitter face and sighed: "You have been waiting for me for two years. When I grow up, can we settle the old and new debts together?"
"Giggle."
Jian Yuerong was amused, her chest trembled, and she said: "Mr. Lang's words are really interesting, and your literary talents even embarrass those so-called talented people in Kyoto!"
"Haha, right?"
Cao An subconsciously stretched out his hand, then quickly retracted it, saying in anguish: "Fuck! Don't mess with me, I'm not easy to mess with, I can't be coaxed!"
His energy and blood were surging at this moment, and what little sanity he had left was quickly dissipating.
If a normal man can still sit still at this time, congratulations - you have unlocked a new career!
Either be a eunuch or be an emperor...
"Yue Rong just wants to follow you."
Jian Yuerong slowly sat up straight, and her appearance gradually became more serious: "Mr. Lang, what can a woman like this slave do if she goes out? Lang Jun is a good person, and I am willing to stay with you. I don't need a status." Okay, as long as you don’t abandon your slave..."
"for free?"
Cao An replied subconsciously.
Jian Yuerong's shy face gradually turned angry, and she said angrily: "What do I need money for, slave? Is it possible to become a businesswoman?"
That's right, this girl is so brainless that she will have to die in business.
"Don't worry, Sir, I don't want your money, and..."
Jian Yuerong became shy again: "I have never...never served guests in the Jiaofang Department. I am still...still...I am not dirty."
Damn it, where the hell did this conversation go?
Cao An looked like a young brother and blushed.
"A certain person is not like that..."
"Then why do you keep staring at my breasts?"
"It's too big... I'm just a little dizzy."
Jian Yuerong blushed with embarrassment, leaned a little closer, and said with a bit of pride in her tone: "Lang Jun, the slave family is no worse than the third sister Kou. She has some slave families, and some slave families she doesn't have... Lang Jun, why do your eyes look like fighting cocks?" ?”
…
In the early morning, the spring breeze is slightly cool.
"Mr. Sir, let's soak your feet. They feel comfortable."
Jian Yuerong gently took off Cao An's shoes, squatted down opposite him and put his feet on his legs.
Cao An's whole body stiffened.
Don't dare to move, don't dare to move!
It wasn't until he stepped into the basin that he let out a gentle breath.
"Mr. Lang, is the water hot?"
"good."
"I have learned massage. Does your husband feel comfortable?"
"uh-huh……"
Cao An fell asleep.
Jian Yuerong looked at the young man blankly.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, his cheeks were extremely stiff when he was sleeping, his ten toes were bent, and the veins on his face were bulging.
"puff……"
Jian Yuerong couldn't help but chuckle.
She picked up her feet and put them on her legs, deliberately leaned forward, wiped them gently, then moved Cao An to the bed, and then gently covered them with the quilt.
She lowered her head slightly, pecked the boy's mouth, and left the room as fast as she could.
"call!"
The moment the door was locked, Cao An sat up straight from the bed.
"Damn, it's so dangerous!"
Are all the women in Song Dynasty so hot?
Cao An subconsciously moved his feet, as if he was reminiscing about something...
…
I slept very soundly that night.
Until three o'clock in the morning, Cao An still curled up in the quilt and didn't want to open his eyes.
"Mr. Lang, get up and wash up."
Jian Yuerong came in with a basin towel and said softly: "The young master sent someone here to settle the financing for the new store. Shopkeeper Li is also waiting downstairs."
"Well, sleep a little longer."
Cao An enjoyed the whisper in his ear and turned over lazily.
He suddenly felt that Jian Yuerong was so useful.
At least she won't be like Arhat, who rudely opens the door to wake up every day, nor will she be frightened awake by that big black face when she opens her eyes.
"Okay, it's not too late to go to bed after you're done."
Jian Yuerong, however, sat on the edge of the bed as if coaxing a child, reaching out to rub Cao An's back: "The slave family has chosen a new suit for you. Your husband will look very handsome in it."
"...Okay, get up."
Cao An was confused for a few moments and sat up from the bed with his eyes closed.
Jian Yuerong quickly took the clothes and put them on for him with her own hands. She also brought a warm towel, carefully wiped the sesame paste from the corners of his eyes, and dressed him up simply.
"Well, Mr. Lang has become handsome again."
She seemed to be admiring a piece of art created by herself, her beautiful eyes full of joy.
"When is your husband not handsome?"
Cao An has given up resistance.
Which cadre can withstand such a test?
He opened his arms and let Jian Yuerong help him tie his belt. He lowered his head... and saw the ups and downs of the mountains, which made people worry that she would fall if she lost her balance.
"Why does Mr. Lang think so of the slave family?"
Jian Yuerong asked knowingly, with a bit of secret joy on her blushing face.
snort!
Don’t you want me?
I don’t believe it anymore, why can’t I get a little chick from you?
Cao An just smiled and moved his eyes away: "You are too tired like this. I will get you something good later."
"ah?"
Jian Yuerong's pretty face turned even redder.
