She lowered her eyes and knelt down on the soft cushion beside his hand. The celadon lotus petal wine cup was gently pushed in front of her. The hand was long and slender at first glance, but upon closer inspection, there were calluses in the tiger's mouth, distinct joints, and wounds on the back of the hand. It's almost healed, only a light scar remains.
She picked up the wine cup and took a sip. The sweet and sour green plum flavor, with a slight alcohol smell, was supposed to be a refreshing and refreshing wine. After drinking it, she felt her heart and lungs burning, like a awn on her back or a lump in her throat.
"Does it taste good?" He looked at her heroic self and found it very interesting. He simply stopped moving and bent one of his long legs, half of his arm resting on his leg, admiring her appearance with great interest.
She didn't know what he wanted to do. Could it be that he came to her just to drink.
She put down the wine cup, and her full red lips were covered with crystal wine. A drop was on the verge of falling, and she stretched out half of her tongue to lick it.
Wei Cheng's mouth became dry and his pupils became darker. He looked at her motionless. She was used to seeing him like this and knew what he was thinking. She quickly changed the subject and pointed to the dishes on the table: "These look really good. General, try them quickly, otherwise they won't taste good if they get cold."
He said "hmm" unhurriedly, put his long arms around her waist, and hugged her over, sinking her whole body into his arms.
His chin rubbed against the dark cloud-like sideburns, and the familiar scent of jasmine lingered faintly on the tip of his nose. No incense could compare to this scent. The butterfly silver hairpin on his bun touched his cheek, creating a slight trace. There were red marks on her hair, so he raised his hand and pulled out her hairpin. She screamed in surprise, and before she could stop him, black hair poured down from her head, as shiny as black silk.
"Why did you slap my hairpin? My hair is all scattered!" She was a little angry. She held her scattered hair with one hand and took the silver hairpin in his hand with the other. He smiled in a wicked way, raised his hand, and she No longer able to reach it, the sleeves drooped down, revealing most of the white and delicate arms.
"What's there to wear?"
He threw the hairpin aside casually, pinched her wrist, and leaned against her. He felt the warm moisture on her arm, and his soft lotus-like arms trembled slightly, like You Tan in the middle of the night, he couldn't help teasing her. .
Shen Yinxiao withdrew his hand from his.
When I grab it again, the taste changes, and it becomes more like flirting.
She looked at the desk and saw a silk scarf hanging on the eight-treasure box. It didn't look like it belonged to him. If he didn't return the hairpin, she might as well not want it. She would find something to tie her hair up first. , it doesn’t look good with loose hair.
As soon as he reached for it, he was held by another slightly rough hand. He pulled out an aqua silk handkerchief from his arms. There was a cluster of orchids embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief. She made it for him about a year or two ago. .
"Use this." A man's lazy voice came from above.
He squinted his eyes, admiring the way she lowered her head slightly and tied up her hair with bare hands. One hand covered her black hair, revealing her snow-white neck. The faint fragrance on her neck seemed to be far away and near like a ghost. He lowered his head and placed it on her neck. He took a gentle bite and didn't let go.
"ah......"
She bit her lip, and a small sound escaped from between her closed lips and teeth, like a whimper made by a prey biting its throat, fragile and frightened.
He deliberately made the sound of wet licking, lingering in the dark private room, making people blush and heartbeat. She subconsciously squeezed the hem of his clothes, wrinkled the dark lines on his clothes, and her calves unconsciously moved Even the toes couldn't help but bend.
"Comfortable?"
He raised his head from her neck with unfinished thoughts, leaving a bright red mark on the side of her snow-white neck, which was crystal clear.
The man's voice was drunken with lust, low and hoarse, and his moist and hot breath brushed against her ear. The next moment, something soft and warm pressed against her ear, first licking her auricle. , slowly reaching in, as if he wanted to suck out her bones and dig out her marrow, eat up all the flesh and blood in her body, and the sound of water in her ears made a squeaking sound, as if a stormy wave suddenly hit her head-on, trying to sweep her away. Entering a well so deep that you can’t even see your fingers,
The man's big palm grabbed her waist and pulled the belt into his arms, making her sink deeper. Looking at her drunken and hazy eyes, shimmering under the dim yellow light, he thought for a while: "It seems It’s not comfortable enough.”
Lower your head and cover it again.
"Don't..." She raised her hand to push him, her voice was vain and soft like spring water.
"Then answer me." He touched the soft flesh of her jaw, "Are you feeling comfortable?"
Hearing her say something soothing was more refreshing than the strongest aphrodisiac.
She bit her lip, her face flushed, and for a long time, she whispered: "Comfortable."
He smiled without any intention of letting her go. Sensing something was wrong with him, she held her belly and frowned: "I'm so hungry."
"Let's eat." Although he was ready to make a move, he was not in a hurry. He still hugged her, picked up the chopsticks and handed them to her: "Put what you want to eat."
Seeing that she was holding the chopsticks motionless, he raised his eyebrows: "Do you want me to serve you?"
She was worried, being held like this was like a hot iron plate underneath her body, how could she eat well.
"No need." She replied muffledly.
The man holding her didn't realize it. He picked up a piece of single-cage golden pastry with his chopsticks and put it into the celadon bowl in front of her. "Have a taste."
These dishes were all new to her. They were probably new dishes from Chunfeng Restaurant. She had not had dinner in the first place, and the five internal organs were empty. She smelled a strong milk fragrance, and moved her index fingers to pick up the chopsticks. Take a bite.
The fragrance of milk was on her lips and teeth. She liked to eat dairy snacks. The fragrance of milk was the most heart-warming and stomach-warming. She took another bite before finishing one bite. After a while, her cheeks were bulging, and she fell In the eyes of others, she is very cute.
He smiled without saying a word, picked up the spoon himself, and gave her a bowl of wontons. These wontons are named after the twenty-four solar terms, called Shengjin twenty-four solar terms wontons. There are twenty four types with different flower shapes and fillings. ravioli. Twenty-four colors, twenty-four flavors, just this one dish requires the chef to put a lot of effort into it.
She took the spoon and drank half a bowl of soup in one mouthful, and ate several small wontons.
"Is it tasty?"
"It's delicious." She answered vaguely, but this time she nodded sincerely, it was indeed delicious.
He reached for the small silver dagger, cut off a piece of red sheep stick, and put it into her bowl: "It's cold, eat more mutton."
He had never taken care of someone like this before. Today, he got excited and found it very interesting. He watched her eat the food he gave her, and he became happier and happier as he watched her, as if she was raising a puppy.
This metaphor was not an appropriate one. He thought of the military dogs raised in the army, and then looked down at the person in his arms. They were soft and warm, as if he was holding a stove, and his chin rested on top of her head. Hearing the sound of chewing spreading along the bones to the bottom of his heart, he was slightly in a trance. He wasn't hungry for a while, so he just watched her eat and felt comfortable.
Someone happened to break in at this time.
He frowned in displeasure and turned to look at Wei Ning who came in.
Seeing this, Wei Ning took out the candied haws wrapped in brown oil paper in his hand. When he saw what was in his hand, Wei Cheng relaxed his brows, nodded, raised his chin, and motioned for him to put it on the table.
Wei Ning still had something to report, so he glanced at the woman in his arms and said nothing.
Wei Cheng's voice was muffled by the heat in the room: "Let's talk here."
He nodded and took out a letter with a fire seal on the seal, "It's from the Liu family. It just arrived."
He sneered and reached out to take it, but without looking at it, he threw it on the case. He casually picked up a strand of the woman's hair in his arms and twisted it around his fingertips.
"Wei Ning, tell me, what did he write in the letter?"
