The sound of the mullioned door sliding on the track was particularly eerie in the messy room with debris all over the floor.
Chen Xianghou had already had a bout of fits. He was throwing and beating and making noises. After some exercise, he felt a little exhausted and his anger had mostly subsided.
He was leaning on the cushions, drinking wine with squinted eyes.
The clear wine flowed down the corner of the greasy mouth, across the neck that was stacked like a mountain of meat, and flowed through the exposed chest and bulging belly.
Lying on his side on the soft cushion, he looked like a dumped mass of dead flesh.
My whole body was filled with the smell of overnight oil and body odor.
Shen Yinxiao hesitated for a moment, then walked in.
Are you nervous?
She swallowed.
Not being nervous is a lie.
When she grew up, she had only tried one man, Wei Cheng. Every time they had sex, Wei Cheng mostly took the lead in teasing her. She had never seen a man like this.
Although Yun Xian had heard that some people had weird hobbies before, he had never mentioned them in detail. Only when he saw them today did he realize how scary they are.
But Wei Zheng reminded her, if she can't deal with these people, what's the use of trying her best to leave?
It's not like he will fall into another wolf's den.
The afterglow of venting and dissatisfaction were vaguely written on the man's face. He was probably in his fifties. Perhaps because he often drank and had fun without taking care of himself, he already had small brown spots on his body and face.
He lazily raised his eyes and glanced at the woman who came in. His originally casual and impatient eyes suddenly paused.
The man stretched out a fat hand, which was holding the whip tightly just now, and the sweat remaining in the folds of his palm.
"Come here." He narrowed his eyes, "New here? Why haven't I seen someone like you before?"
Shen Yinxiao walked towards him step by step, her satin skirt making a rustling sound on the wooden floor.
Glancing at the hand stretched out in the air, she slowly sat down under the cushion two steps in front of him.
A wine glass was thrust into his hand, and she picked up the celadon wine pot. The spout was in the air, and amber liquid poured out. The water gurgled and filled the jade cup.
The man had a sullen face and smashed the wine glass in his hand against the wall. The wine in the glass spilled all over the floor: "How dare you disobey me? Didn't your madam teach you how to serve me?"
She shook her hand and sprinkled a few drops on the bamboo mat under her body.
"Don't you dare, this is a hangover soup that has just been cooked." She put down the wine bottle and lifted the green hair scattered on the side of her neck, seemingly unintentionally revealing her snow-white neck and Pingting's collarbone under her neck.
She frowned and looked up at the man with a ferocious expression.
"If you don't let the Marquis sober up, how will the Marquis have a good time in the second half?"
The man's expression softened.
He chuckled twice: "Looks like he's someone who knows how to play."
"It's more interesting than the one before." He touched his chin and touched the back of her hand with his other hand: "Tell me, how do you plan to play? If you make it comfortable, I will reward you."
"When did the Marquis go to Chang'an recently?" She calmly withdrew her hand and pushed aside the moon-white shawl wrapped around her shoulders, revealing half of her snow-white shoulders.
The man's eyes were attracted by the half-exposed shoulders. He swallowed. After hearing her question, he paused and said, "A few years ago."
"Before I came to Cuihua Building, I was the number one in the largest brothel in Chang'an." Her voice was melodious, and she pursed her lips and smiled.
"Zhangtai Street? Qianjinfang?" A flash of yearning flashed in the man's eyes.
Zhangtai Street is a street where brothels gather in Chang'an City. Among them, Qianjinfang can make people spend tens of millions of gold in one night. There is Quan Dayin, the most beautiful and skilled woman.
The man was a little suspicious: "Since you are the number one in Qianjinfang, why don't you stay there and come to this remote Yandi? Chang'an is full of royal family members and dignitaries."
I remember that when he spent a lot of money to spend a night in Qianjinfang, but was despised by the women there for his low status, every time he thinks about it, he grits his teeth.
"Chang'an is full of arty people in name only. Now even the emperor can't protect himself, so what do those relatives of the emperor mean?"
"Unlike Youzhou, they are all heroic warriors like Lord Marquis, who are in charge of one man."
She stroked the sword beside her and praised: "The Marquis's sword is so beautiful. It is truly one of a kind. However, it is not as good as the sword I have seen before, but it is still very good."
Chen Xianghou originally had a satisfied smile on his face, but when he heard what she said next, he frowned.
"What sword?"
"Han Zhang."
It turns out to be Wei Cheng, whatever.
Chen Xianghou relaxed his brows and snorted: "What are you talking about? Take off your clothes and spread your legs. I want to see how the top card of Qianjinfang is different from the one in Youzhou."
Shen Yinxiao froze, but soon returned to normal: "Master Hou, don't you want to try the new fashionable things in Chang'an? This is what the nobles in the palace do now."
"Oh?" The man's interest was aroused: "Tell me about it."
"Master Hou, does he know why the sister who just left has disappointed Master Hou so much?"
Thinking of just now, the man's face darkened: "It's not because of waste."
"It is this kind of trash who cannot understand the thoughts of the Marquis. She is so ignorant and ignorant that she cannot enjoy the pleasure that the Marquis bestows on her. It should be the ultimate enjoyment and gift. It is a waste of natural resources!"
She sat sideways on the soft cushion, and the shawl on her shoulders was untied, revealing her softly curved shoulders. Her snow-white skin looked charming under the dim yellow light.
The man narrowed his eyes: "How do you play with the new thing you mentioned?"
Shen Yinxiao pursed her lips and smiled softly. She stood up and looked at him condescendingly.
Her soft feet were looming in the plain white stockings. She raised her feet and stepped on his chest.
Pressed him down on the cushion.
"Boom——"
The man lay on his back on the ground. He paused for a moment, and then suddenly laughed twice.
He grabbed the foot that dared to step on him with one hand and smacked his lips: "Interesting..."
The hot feeling on her feet made her back numb. She took her feet out of his greasy hands as if nothing had happened, and slid her toes down along her chest.
The thin fabric was slightly cool, like a cat's tongue, licking his body inch by inch, from his chest to his navel, all the way down...
"Do you like me stepping on you like this?"
The man who was stepped on was so excited that he trembled all over.
Shen Yinxiao smiled coldly and lifted up the hem of her skirt slightly, revealing half of her smooth ankles.
"Want me to be gentler or harder?"
The fat man's eyes were red and he stood up to grab her legs.
"Don't touch!" the woman shouted softly, "Lie down well!"
The man's hand stretched out in the air froze.
The next moment, the foot had moved to the useless gadget. Shen Yinxiao stepped down with a cold face and a little force.
The fat man moaned, his voice filled with pleasure and pain.
"Now, I'm going to cover your eyes, so that Mr. Hou can wholeheartedly enjoy the pleasure I give him."
She picked up the shawl and wrapped it around his eyes. The shawl was too long, so she wrapped the remaining shawl around his face and neck. She walked behind him and whispered in his ear: "Hasn't the Marquis always wanted to prove his ability? If you want to make the slave believe that the Marquis is a real man, just prove it to the slave."
The man gasped, "How...how to prove it?"
Shen Yinxiao exerted force on her hands, and the man struggled to breathe. When she loosened her hands, fresh air squeezed in, and the man was already sweating profusely.
But he didn't feel angry at all. The moment he breathed in the fresh air, blood all over his body surged inexplicably to his lower body.
"Shoot your arrows at that window, and let me see how majestic you look when you fire thousands of arrows together. You are a real man like that."
She held both ends of the shawl, stood up, walked around him and put her feet on his back, making him face the open hole.
Shen Yinxiao had a provocative smile on his face, staring straight at the silent doorway. The man at his feet trembled all over, and his body like a mountain of meat began to tremble.
"Yes, that's it." Her voice was like a ghost, lingering faintly in the confused wing.
"It's already in shape." She whispered encouragement in the man's ear with a cold voice.
The man became more and more excited, and his body trembled more violently.
She stood up straight, the calamus purple skirt brushed his body, and the sleeves brushed his fluttering arms. It was cold, but extremely tempting. He raised his head wrapped in a shawl and whimpered.
With a muffled groan, the man twitched several times, and finally lay limply on the ground.
Shen Yinxiao quickly dodged and was almost hit by him.
The man was lying on the ground panting, his clothes disheveled. Shen Yinxiao let go of the shawl in his hand, dusted off his sleeves, glanced at the small hole that had been closed, and turned around without paying attention to the pleading voice behind him. go out.
After opening the door, she paused, lifted her feet, took off a pair of socks and threw them into the burning charcoal pot.
Wei Zheng stood in the shadow of the doorway with complicated eyes and a gloomy face, looking at her quietly.
