Since ancient times, there have been many romantic affairs in the boudoir
A moan of infatuation filled the fragrant boudoir full of women, just like a drop of oil in the fresh soup, which completely changed the taste of the soup.
It was like this in the boudoir. The faint fragrance was like a refreshing spring, but it was stained by the moaning and turned into sweet and thick honey. It passed through the eardrum and flowed into the heart.
The change of taste brought about a change of mood.
In a trance, Xia Shang's raised palm also paused lightly in the air. What was it like to have the thick honey flow into his heart? It was like falling into a warm honey pot, wrapped in a ball of golden honey, so greasy that people trembled and squinted their eyes.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the room changed.
The two people who were fighting wildly a second ago, one stopped their palms, and the other forgot to cry.
The two of them were silent in the small room. They both realized something was different, but they didn't know why. They just felt that their faces and hearts were uncontrollably hot and dry...
"Huh..."
"Huh..."
They breathed in and out, as if singing in unison. Without any verbal communication, they knew that they were eager to release the heat in each other's hearts.
Spring boudoirs have always been full of love affairs, and there are no two or three people in this room.
Single men and women living in the same room have always been unable to escape those dangerous fairy tales.
Changed...
Not only the atmosphere has changed, the fragrance has changed, the breathing has changed, the eyes have changed, but more importantly, the hearts of the two have changed.
Sixteen and eighteen, different ages but the same yearning, some physiological reactions really can't be controlled by willpower.
The sweat on Jiangnan's forehead was as fine as beans, flowing down one by one, with strands of silk sticking to her red cheeks, flowing all the way to her chin, flowing into her neck, and finally condensing in her heart covered by the green silk shawl...
The previous struggle had already made the poor girl's clothes disheveled. At this time, the shawl slipped off, and her two smooth arms and shoulders were exposed to the air without any cover, rising and falling, trembling with one heavy breath after another...
Jiangnan turned her head, and her watery eyes stared at Xia Shang infatuatedly. Perhaps she herself did not understand what such eyes meant, and where the expectation in her heart came from.
"Gulp..." Xia Shang squeezed out a mouthful of saliva from the depths of his dry and burning throat with all his strength, swallowed it, and his heart trembled unbearably.
That groan was so charming that the wind, flowers, moon and snow in Yangzhou were all pale in comparison.
This glance back was so beautiful that the lakes and mountains in Jiangnan were all dim.
Perhaps only this short moment was the most moving part of this woman named "Jiangnan"? Its name is "Sai", which is a perfect match, absolutely beautiful, and excellent.
Faced with this posture of picking and charming eyes, what reason is there not to step forward?
Xia Shang felt his feet tremble a little, and he approached step by step, lowering his body a little bit.
While slowly approaching, the chest of the beautiful woman rose and fell faster and more violently, and she seemed to be trying her best to hide her heartbeat while panting.
If Jiangnan at this moment is an attractive trap for Xia Shang, then Xia Shang is a huge whirlpool for Jiangnan at this moment, and people can't resist in it, and can only be constantly drawn into the center of the whirlpool.
No matter what kind of woman, she can't escape the cliché. After all, like men, she is a visual animal.
In terms of visual enjoyment, Xia Shang's visual impact on Jiangnan is not weaker than Jiangnan's visual impact on Xia Shang.
On the contrary, Xia Shang's temptation to Jiangnan is even greater.
Xia Shang is so beautiful that no one in the world can match him. Not only is his appearance and facial features, but he also has a kind of elegance that others cannot learn. He has a little bit of cunning and slyness in it, and looks both good and evil. The only shortcoming is that he is a little weak, but at this moment, the whip marks on his face add a sense of bloodiness and masculinity. The bright red where the skin is cut is better than a delicate flower seen in the green mountains and green waters, blooming just right.
Can a man be so beautiful and shocking?
Seeing the man's face getting closer and closer, Jiangnan's breathing is rapid and he is impatient.
In a moment, impulse finally defeated reason.
Without waiting for the bad man to approach slowly, Jiangnan closed his eyes, opened his hands, and hugged Xia Shang's neck.
Perhaps it was out of instinct, a pair of small hands went straight into Xia Shang's clothes like a little snake, and a small mouth was not idle, wandering awkwardly on Xia Shang's face and carefully exploring every pore.
Although she was young and inexperienced, the delicate girl took the initiative to ask for sex, and the stimulation, both physical and psychological, was self-evident.
The multiple stimulations of touch, smell, hearing, and taste combined together, and the last line of defense collapsed.
Just like a mountain torrent bursting its banks, it was bound to be out of control.
At this moment, both of them knew that the so-called drug was the "aphrodisiac" that caused the trouble!
What's the use of knowing it now? Everything is too late.
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Dusk came, the afterglow of the sunset, and the green bamboos in the garden were covered with a layer of golden sand. A little light penetrated through the layers of bamboo barriers, passed through the window bars, and fell into the boudoir that no one cared about, illuminating the emotions in the room, and also illuminating the green shawl that fell to the ground and the messy white long skirt.
The bedspread was closed, and I didn't know what the scenery was inside the bed. I just saw that the bedspread curtains kept shaking, as if someone was doing intense exercise on the bed.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
A dull knocking sound came from the bed, strange and terrifying, the whole bed was shaking, it was definitely not the "pa pa" sound when men and women were having fun.
In the middle of the room, under the sandalwood round table, Jiangnan was inexplicably trapped by his own whip. He only had a pitiful bellyband on his body, but he was twisting his body in a trance, breathing rapidly, and looked extremely seductive.
But what is puzzling is that behind Jiangnan's seductive posture, there are a pair of tearful eyes, crystal tears hanging in the corners of her eyes, just like her heart at the moment, tears are the most real feeling.
Recalling the experience in the bed a moment ago, Jiangnan was still in shock. She almost believed that she was completely finished. Thinking that she would take the initiative to ask for sex without shame, she had already had the awareness of death in her heart. The only thought was that she regretted it in the past, and she shouldn't have come up with such a bad idea.
Just as her clothes were getting less and less, Jiangnan was about to despair. Xia Shang seemed to suddenly wake up. He tied Jiangnan to the corner of the table, and then he returned to the bed and began to hammer the bed frantically.
Awake? Obviously impossible.
Xia Shang took much more powder than Jiangnan. Even if he woke up, Jiangnan should have woken up first.
The hammering again and again was proof!
In the dull hammering sound, Jiangnan seemed to be awakened. Although she could not control her body's reaction, she could feel why Xia Shang did everything.
Only those who have experienced the power of aphrodisiacs in person know how much perseverance is needed to restrain oneself. Perhaps this is not achieved by perseverance alone, but also requires love and a desire to protect from the heart.
Jiangnan didn't know what this was, but for the first time in her life, she felt the protection from a man. This feeling -
Like a teacher...
Like a father.