"Young Master drank a lot today." Mrs. Xianghou raised her hand to support the wall and pressed it on the shadow's chest intentionally or unintentionally. The tall and thick shadow of the man was reflected on the wall. The flames on the candles jumped and even the shadow swayed. long.
She leaned forward slightly, exposing the proud breasts of her chest to the dim light, and moved closer to Wei Cheng, "I'll let you make a hangover soup. Shaojun, would you like to use some too?"
Wei Cheng squinted his eyes, glanced at the large piece of white and greasy skin she seemed to have presented to him unintentionally, and raised his eyes to look at her smiling face: "I am not drunk, madam, please keep it for yourself."
Mrs. Xianghou raised her hand to her forehead and said "Oh". Her splendid sleeves slid down along her raised elbow, revealing her fair and round forearm and half of her upper arm. She smiled and murmured softly: "It's my concubine." drunk."
"But after all, it's cold. After you drank, Shaojun, you'd better drink something warm, lest you get caught in the wind and catch a cold." After she finished speaking, she didn't intend to leave, and intentionally or unintentionally loosened the rag on her chest. Her breasts exposed the already obvious ravine even more unfathomably, and the smile on her face was meaningful, "Sister Shen is young after all and doesn't know how to take care of others."
Her figure is recognized as voluptuous and charming, with big breasts and a thin waist. In terms of size, everyone present is not as tall as hers. This is not because she is gifted. Over the years, she has used various gods from the Western Regions. Medicine, and a strong man carefully massaging her body every day for a long time, covering her whole body from top to bottom. No man can resist looking at her more than a few times.
Although the Marquis of Xiang was already dying, he loved her body so much that he couldn't stop stroking and playing with her every time. Not to mention that all the guards and grooms who were in love with her, including the children of the aristocratic family, lingered over her.
She had taken a look at Shen Yinxiao at the table just now. He was indeed quite handsome. He had long eyebrows with willow leaves and peach blossom eyes. They were originally the soft and green ones, but the ends of those eyes were slightly raised, and his red lips were not thick. Thin, even when not smiling, it is slightly raised, giving it a bit of fox-like charm.
She does look good, but her figure is not as good as hers.
Her eyesight skills are also tender. Some men will indeed like such a girl. She looks simple, innocent and pitiful, but in the end she cannot give men much stimulation and they will always get bored.
Not as eye-catching as her.
She is a winner who has been proven by countless men, and she is not inferior to that little girl.
Wei Cheng's unintentional sweep was like a prick of spring water deep in her heart, and she immediately felt excited.
At this moment, she didn't have any country princes, grooms and guards in her heart. Even those empty-headed children of aristocratic families couldn't compare to a finger of the man in front of her.
The men he enjoys on weekdays are like flies in the mud, especially the old and dry country prince. Compared with the men in front of him, one is in the sky and the other is in the earth.
Wei Cheng frowned, raised his hand to pull off the robe on the screen, and put it on his body. He just took it off for convenience, not thinking that someone would come in now, "She is indeed young, and she is not as good at serving people as the Madam of the Marquis of Xiang." .”
Putting on his outer robe, he sat down on the small couch next to the screen.
Mrs. Xianghou took a step closer, took a few steps closer, leaned against the screen, rested her elbows on the screen frame, and lowered her head slightly.
Wei Cheng's profile was firm and broad, and the candle struck the high bridge of his nose, casting a shadow.
Mrs. Xianghou squatted down, holding on to the edge of the couch with one hand, and weakly supporting the man's trouser leg with the other. Her fingertips caressed that piece intentionally or unintentionally, and looked up at him.
She knows best what styles men like best, and she can also satisfy their masculine tendencies. Looking down at her like this will make any man jealous.
"Ma'am, aren't you going back yet?"
She glanced at a handkerchief hanging on the shelf and recognized it as the one held by Shen Yinxiao just now. She smiled and said, "Wait a minute, sister."
Wei Cheng frowned.
"My sister is young and will inevitably be unfamiliar with serving others. Don't be offended, Master."
She repeated it again.
Wei Cheng moved the draped leg to the other side, avoiding her hand, and teased: "Madam, do you want to recommend yourself?"
Mrs. Xianghou secretly smiled in her heart, and her empty hand slowly moved up along the couch, groping between his legs: "I am not a girl who doesn't understand anything. Young Master, you might as well give it a try..."
She had noticed it when she came in. There was a slight bulge under Wei Cheng's lower abdomen, which had not completely subsided until now. When the man was in his twenties, he had lost his youthful youth and was in his prime of life.
His hands like water snakes passed through the corners of Wei Cheng's clothes stacked on the couch and reached towards the mountain bag. Wei Cheng reached out and squeezed her hand.
"Yin Xiao knows that Madam is seducing her man behind her back?"
Mrs. Xianghou bit her lip: "If you don't tell me, young gentleman, who will know?"
Wei Cheng suddenly let go, pushed forward, and snorted with a smile, but there was a coolness in his eyes, and there was no hint of pleasure. He stood up with a roll of his sleeves and dusted the touched corner of his clothes.
Mrs. Xiang Hou was knocked to the ground, stepped on her skirt, and pulled it, half of her breasts were exposed.
She raised her sleeves to cover her chest and looked at the tall man standing in front of her in horror.
"I like something lighter. Madam, it's too greasy. Please keep it for the Marquis to enjoy himself."
The man picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped his hands casually.
"Get out of here!"
His voice was suddenly cold, and his patience had reached its limit.
Mrs. Xianghou's face turned red as if she was dripping blood. She straightened her clothes in a hurry and rushed out of the door.
It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door slamming that Shen Yinxiao came out from behind neatly dressed. His eyes flashed like a deer's, looking at the man with a bad expression.
Wei Cheng's jaw tightened, and he stuck out his tongue to press against his molars. He glared at the innocent-looking woman with hatred: "A wild woman climbed into my bed, and you didn't react at all?"
He took a step forward, grabbed her wrist, and said through gritted teeth, "Aren't you afraid that I will really do something with her?"
Shen Yinxiao glanced at him and said in a low voice: "Young Master will never go into battle and perform a live erotica for me."
He stared at her coldly, remembering the situation just now, and said sadly: "Looking at her touching me, aren't you jealous?"
"What right do I have to be jealous?"
"What qualifications do you have to stand up and drive her away?"
"Isn't it Shaojun's business to let the warblers around me stay or leave?"
Shen Yinxiao said in one breath.
Then he lowered his eyelids and fell silent.
The candlelight flickered, and the feather-like eyelashes cast crow-green shadows under the eyes.
Wei Cheng choked at her words, and immediately lost most of his temper. He sighed silently, lifted his raised hand gently, and let go of her hand.
There were red marks on the slender wrists.
"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice.
Shen Yinxiao shook his head.
"In a few days, there will be a surrender ceremony. I have to prepare in advance. I won't be back for a few days."
Shen Yinxiao looked up at him: "Where?"
Wei Cheng smiled with satisfaction: "In the northern suburbs."
He paused: "There can't be women in the military camp, so I can't take you there."
"I don't want to go either..." Shen Yinxiao curled his lips.
"So you wait for me at home. If anything happens and you can't find me, you can go find Chongming and Mrs. Sun."
Shen Yinxiao realized that he was looking for a way out for himself.
"Oh, I see."
