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When the carriage of the ladies stopped in front of the mansion, Huo Zhijian was standing alone in the vermilion lacquer pavilion in the garden, looking at the pool of clear water at his feet.

The east wind is soft, bringing the unique sweetness and gentleness of spring, such as the apricot red shirt, the tender willow Chu waist, and the soft arms of the snow lotus, the red lips, people can't help but indulge in this east wind, drunk and don't know where they are.

Huo Zhijian's handsome face, gradually, a dreamy look floated.

He put his hands behind his back, and his fingers subconsciously twisted a few times.

The residual slippery touch between his fingers, like catkins flying in the wind, swept lightly across his fingertips, arousing bursts of trembling pleasure/feeling, straight to the bottom of his heart.

He involuntarily closed his eyes.

There was a sweet aroma, as if it was blown by the wind, and it seemed to be conjured from his mind, rippling at the tip of his nose.

The soft and tender warm fragrance swept across his cheeks, reminding him of a woman's snow-like skin, gently brushing his face, and like a warm breath, lingering in his ears.

He clenched his palm, what he held in his palm was not a spring breeze full of sleeves, but a soft cream, which was also soft and crispy, like a fish, sliding and circulating in his palm, but he couldn't grasp it or pinch it firmly, so that people couldn't focus on it, and then he gave birth to more desires, wanting to squeeze and ravage fiercely......

Huo Zhijian's face flushed, his breathing was short, his nose was wide, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

However, at the same time as he was enjoying himself, he gritted his teeth tightly, as if he was fighting against something, and clenched his fists desperately, and his whole face became distorted.

The boiling and tumult that came from the depths of the body became more intense in this suppression.

He closed his eyes.

In front of his eyes, the study where he had been studying since he was a child gradually emerged. The heavy pine desk was full of dim glimmer accumulated over the years, and even if the sunlight outside the window was good, everything in the room was always gloomy, as if a thousand pounds of rock had been pressed in the bottom of the heart, and it was so heavy that people couldn't breathe.

This fantasy was like a real illusion, squeezed into his heart little by little, like a shadow shrouded in the night, crawling into his heart one by one.

Finally, the scorching heat was dispelled by the darkness, and the touch that remained between the fingers disappeared without a trace.

Huo Zhijian slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two weeping willows in front of him in a daze, his expression was a little sluggish, and he was a little tired and dazed.

Sometimes he couldn't figure out what was going on with him.

How did he get to this point?

He lifted his sleeves and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and for a while, he only felt physically and mentally exhausted.

That was last year.

At this time last year, he was ordered to accompany the Jianning County Guard to Beijing to report on his work.

The richness and prosperity of the capital made him, a person who has been staying in the remote Jianning County, who only knows how to study hard behind closed doors every day, and has spent half his life with the crow of chickens and the cold moon, knows for the first time that the world outside is so soft and so fascinating.

He thought that he must have been drunk and lost his mind by the romance of the capital, otherwise, how could he do such a thing?

Huo Zhijian raised his head, looked up at the Xuanwa cornices above his head, and let out a long sigh, but his face became darker and darker.

To this day, he has not figured out what kind of purpose he has and what kind of thoughts he has...... Went there.

It is the most famous hall in the capital, and the official tricks in it are all beautiful.

Sent by the devil, he went secretly once, and since then, it has been a topless sinking, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

He shouldn't have been.

According to Chen Guo's law, the officials of the imperial court can keep private prostitutes, but they can prostitutes at private banquets, but it is absolutely not okay to go to the official hall, otherwise they will be punished for fault.

The reason why there is this is because among the officials, there are too many children of declining scholars and families of convicted officials, in case they bewitch the court officials, but they are very easy to commit the crime of great rebellion, so they should be warned.

However, knowing that this move was tantamount to self-destruction of his future, Huo Zhijian couldn't control himself.

Even if you can control your heart, you can't control your body, and you can't control the desire that has been suppressed in the depths of your body for many years and is now erupting.

In those days, he was no longer a scholar who studied hard in the cold night, let alone a gentleman who behaved modestly, he was like a demon possessed, and like a gourmet, pampering himself, again and again, indulging in that gentle country.

He never knew that he was such a pleasure-laden man, nor did he know that such intoxicating pleasure could be obtained from those lowly officials.

Even he himself was frightened.

The beauty of the metropolis was like a mysterious spell that unleashed the most evil demon in his heart, making him no longer himself, but another terrible stranger.

He was scared.

And the more he feared, the deeper he fell.

Perhaps, he was not afraid of himself, but of those who had seized his handle.

Huo Zhijian closed his eyes tiredly and held on to the vermilion lacquer pillar on the side.

I don't know if it's fortunate or unlucky, the fear of being coerced, and the confusion about the future, finally made him sober up and become the original fair and strict head of the Huo family.

It's just that this time, he controlled his body, but his heart was like a wild horse that could no longer be restrained.

This is not the first time he has been in such a situation today.

Looking at the splendid spring in the garden, Huo Zhijian's expression became more and more stunned.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, as if to crush those overflowing thoughts. However, in the bottom of his heart, he clearly knew that to this day, he is still drunk and has not woken up, and he does not want to wake up.

Since he was born, he has never had such pain, but he has never had such joy.

The ultimate happiness seemed to be embedded in the depths of his soul, and only a gust of wind and a burst of sweet fragrance could be happily awakened, taking him to relive the indulgence of more than ten days.

The secret pleasure is even more addictive than when I was in the middle of it.

Huo Zhijian's face turned a little pale.

He lifted his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead again.

He knew it was bad for him to do this.

No matter how beautiful the beauty in the hall is, it is also despicable and dirty.

However, it is one thing to know in his mind, but his heart does not allow him not to think about it.

What's more, the more he knew about its dirtiness, the stronger his pleasure became. And the more he tried to suppress it, the more sweet and soft the touch of his fingertips and the taste between his noses became, making him lose again and again, and blame and even punish himself again and again because of those losses.

Huo Zhijian closed his eyes weakly. (To be continued.) )