Qinhuai'an, Hualou Cuige's fine wine, it's true that if you don't get drunk, everyone will get drunk. Zhang Ning has become a little happy to indulge in it.
Before the wine has passed three rounds, the beauty begins to talk about her deep love. Every heart-warming whisper touches the emotional point, just like sweet words and deceptive lies; you think she is just putting on a show, but sometimes you can see the true love in the details.
, and it seems real.
It's hard to tell what's true and what's false, but the atmosphere between you and me is in place. Fang Ling has been laughing since she was three years old, and she has no problem finding ways to make people happy. She said nothing about lovesickness or leaning against the building, but she didn't say a word.
Mentioning one's identity as a prostitute is already known to both of them, and it would be a disgrace to the public.
As the saying goes, those who are close to vermilion are red, Zhang Ning felt that he had naturally let go of many things, and he could be calm by treating them as food and sex. He could not pretend to be noble in this situation. If he really wanted to keep himself clean, why would he come to such a place?
If you want to repeatedly argue that it is because of kindness, then you are really trying to be a bitch and set up a memorial ceremony, just in front of others. In front of a beauty like Fang Ling... it is really boring.
Zhang Ning in his past life and present life is regarded as a good and well-behaved person in the eyes of others, precisely because the reputation of a good person must abide by many rules. For no other reason than that he has long understood the power of order and rules; but this does not mean that
He will definitely follow the rules in everything... The devil in his heart only needs a catalyst.
The food on the table was a little messy, and both of them were slightly drunk.
Fang Ling had a drunken red face, a flowery smile, and the dimples on her left cheek. It would be impossible to praise her enough. She picked up the wine glass with her left hand, raised her little finger on her right hand slightly, and gently held her right sleeve with two fingers.
A piece of Wu tune was sung happily: "The hair is beautiful, the time is fleeting, and the parents are happy to be safe. Celebrating this good day, everyone looks at the scene with joy. The precious seals in the painting hall are sold in incense, and the jade lamps are full of glow..."
Zhang Ning listened attentively with great interest. She usually spoke in Mandarin, but her lyrics in Wu dialect were still interesting. She didn't know whether it was the Yue opera itself that sounded good, or whether it was because it was sung from her mouth that it was so lyrical and beautiful.
Over time, he also became very interested in this art. He did know a little bit that the Wu opera sung in some places in Nanjing at this time was not actually Yue opera in the strict sense, but could only be regarded as a category of Nan opera.
Her eyes were clever. She glanced at Zhang Ning and smiled knowingly, saying, "If you like it, I can sing a few more verses."
At first, Zhang Ning was still full of desire after being teased by her twice, but now she developed patience... her voice, talent, and lust were mixed with passion and desire. You don't have to do whatever you want, and you may gain more by being patient.
Just like a little farewell can be better than a new marriage, just like lovesickness can make people feel tender. Zhang Ning also had to admit that only when he is full of love and desire can he say so many sweet words.
Seeing Zhang Ning nodding patiently and gently, Fang Ling smiled slightly. Perhaps in her eyes, Zhang Ning's initial youthfulness and stiffness on such occasions had changed.
"Chun Yu, fetch the pipa." Fang Lingjiao called out, and her maid soon fetched the pipa and sat in the corner to accompany her.
In this small building for a private meeting, there was no one else or other accompaniment instruments. Fang Ling didn't bother to change clothes. He left his plain clothes and took a small folding fan from the nearest place in his hand. He moved around to show how many
Such a posture, even if she is wearing a skirt, she really looks like a scholar.
When the pipa played, she sang: "Happy to stay in poverty, respectfully accept the strict training, we have been dating for ten years under the lights. The stars are hidden in the chest, and the pen array sweeps away thousands of troops. If you encounter the warmth of the peach blossoms, you will definitely give me a leap over the dragon's gate. My dear, I am old,
He warms his quilt and fan his pillow, and wakes up to dusk as time goes by..."
Zhang Ning understood the general idea, and it seemed like he could sing like a scholar, but when he sang it from Fang Ling's mouth, his womanly nature was too gentle and coquettish, and the melodious tone made it less serious and more playful.
A girl should be pretty and filial, but her casual plain skirt today has a special look in the silken silk of the carved window of the pavilion facing the water. Her gentle and precise movements are even more arousing, and the tone of the singer's lyrics is so beautiful.
Ning sounds very presentable and professional. Although she is a brothel girl, it is not simple. She can read, write, epic, calligraphy and painting, she can also sing, and even the maids around her can play the pipa. It really does not all depend on her appearance.
People. A plain silhouette is graceful in front of the eyes, which is indescribably seductive to the eyes.
After a while, before the sound of the pipa stopped, she put down the folding fan, walked over, and asked in the tone of a dramatic narration: "Mr. Ping An, can you still hear it?"
Zhang Ning pondered for a moment and sighed: "It's hard to put into words. Anyway, I really want to travel to Zhejiang and listen to the young ladies there speak soft words about Wu Nong."
"Isn't this expressed in words?" Fang Ling chuckled softly, picked up the wine glass on the round table with bare hands, brought it to Zhang Ning's mouth, and said softly, "Look at your nice words, I'll reward you.
"
"It smells so good!" Zhang Ning sniffed the fragrance from her hands intoxicated, drank the wine she fed calmly, and then took the opportunity to naturally reach out and put his hand on her slender waist. Unexpectedly, Fang Ling did not show up this time.
Instead of escaping, he snuggled up to me.
She turned back and glanced at the maid Chunyu, and the maid left knowingly. She was indeed a girl who didn't easily attract people's attention, and Zhang Ning still hadn't taken the time to see her face clearly.
Fang Ling gently sat on his lap again, and Zhang Ning felt her arms filled with warmth and softness, already drunk in the gentle land of drunkenness and wealth. She twisted her waist, turned around and poured another glass of wine, "It's your turn.
"After that, he fed it into Zhang Ning's mouth again.
Zhang Ning thought in his mind that she had just fed him something to drink, so how could he say "it's your turn" this time? After thinking about it for a moment, he suddenly realized that he drank the wine into his mouth without swallowing it, but moved his mouth to it.
Ling pursed her red lips, punched him on the chest with her pink fist, and said coquettishly, "You have become so bad." But with a shy look on her face, she offered her red lips. The wine bottle had been cold for a long time on the table.
Now it was warmed in Zhang Ning's mouth and slowly passed between Fang Ling's red lips and teeth.
While tasting, Zhang Ning's arm around her waist tightened a little, and her plump chest was pressed against his body. Because the clothes were a bit thick, he could only feel the soft touch, as if he was scratching an itch from behind.
Suffering. His nose smelled the fragrance of flowers on her body and the fragrance of her skin, and he tried hard to imagine the soft skin under the clothes he touched.
After a long time, Fang Ling let go of his mouth, leaned her head lightly on his shoulder and breathed slightly: "I have no strength after being kissed by you, just carry me over."
This is a study room, but there is a bed with a curtain. Zhang Ning felt very strange and strange when he first came back. Now he finally understands why there is a bed in the study room... He held the soft and innocent beauty in his arms
When he hugged him, he happened to see the thing he bought on the table and blurted out: "Do you want to take that thing?" Fang Ling put her arms around his neck, her mouth was next to his ear, and she said softly: "
It’s up to you.”
This is the first time Zhang Ning has ever experienced such a lascivious life.
He stretched out his hand to open the curtain and gently laid Fang Ling on the bed. He looked around, moved the charcoal stove next to the table to the bedside, and began to take off his clothes, soon revealing a young naked body. This Zhang Ning used to
He was a serious scholar, with a figure that had nothing to do with being strong. He was young and had just matured. His body was not fat yet, and his arms and chest already showed the outline of a man.
Fang Ling put her jade hand on his chest and said softly: "Don't be anxious, take your time, you have to be compassionate..."
Zhang Ning nodded, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and stretched out his hand to pull her belt nervously. Fang Ling looked at his face with confused eyes, "Is this the first time you have done this?"
The body was indeed untouched. Zhang Ning thought about it and nodded. Fang Ling chuckled lightly, his eyes showed that he believed it, but he said: "Liar, a romantic scholar like you, even if you are not
If you mess with women, those little ladies will mess with you too."
Zhang Ning thought of the small window at home and the scriptures in the cold window, and he said something fair to Zhang Ning in the past: "If I was young and wandered around, how could I win the honorary title in Nanzhili, a place where culture and fortune are prosperous?
"
"Yes." Fang Ling nodded lightly. Zhang Ning didn't untie her belt for a long time, so she untied it from the side of her waist. She easily let the top slip off her shoulders. The tube top inside was also white and wrapped
Bloated | bulging breasts, "Lie down, I will serve you well."
"Want to see it?" Fang Ling gently held his soft ball with his hand and asked him with a smile.
She really thought that I had never seen a woman's body. Zhang Ning couldn't explain anything. He couldn't explain it, so he had to pretend to be stupid. He nodded and looked at her graceful body. Her kneeling posture made her hips soft.
Several sexy wrinkles were squeezed out of the skin, which was extremely sensual.
"Wherever Mr. Ping An wants to see, I will take it off and show it to you." She blushed and bit her lip.
Of course, we have to do it step by step, so Zhang Ning said: "I want to see the Jade Rabbit in the Moon Palace."
Fang Ling covered her mouth and smiled. If she meant what she said, she moved her body and sat on Zhang Ning who was half lying on the pillow. She lowered her head and gently unbuttoned her white bra, and saw the rabbit lively.
Jumped out, put her breast to Zhang Ning's mouth, then reached out to hold his head, and said in a trembling voice: "Keep it in your mouth..."
Zhang Ning felt dizzy and didn't know where he was, but what really made him want to stop was not the shape and color of the jade rabbit, but her voice, her movements, gentle and elegant, even if she said very explicit words and did very lewd things
Her actions were all tender and affectionate as a daughter's, without the slightest bit of tackiness.
He was submerged in the warmth and softness. He stretched out his hand and gently caressed her smooth and curved back. He slowly moved downwards and couldn't help but insert his palm into the waist of her skirt and touched her buttocks and ears.
He heard a soft moan as he gasped slightly.
The curtain swayed for a while, covering up the sound of the thin strings of the skirt being untied.
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