"Haha! I said, Brother Zhang, you used this analogy to conclude that Mr. Cao was a pervert? Liu Yan asked with a smile.

"Yes! Sister Liu, is there a problem with this method? ”

"If Dream of Red Mansions is indeed an autobiographical novel, you have no problem using this method, because the protagonist and the author are basically the same person. So, as much as I am very unhappy to think of Mr. Cao as an old pervert, I agree with you. But ......"

"Sister Liu, what do you want to say?"

"However, I want to remind you that if you say that Mr. Cao is an old pervert, no one may trouble you, because he has no descendants. But if you describe those experts and scholars who study Dream of Red Mansions as masters of pickling girls and crazy people, this may cause you trouble. ”

"Why?"

"What else? You say that people are pickled girls and crazy people, how can these experts and scholars be embarrassed, and where to put their faces? Besides, if your statement leads to a decline in their social evaluation, which affects their progress and jobs, maybe people will come to you to work hard. Liu Yan said with a smile.

"As the saying goes: soldiers will block, and water will cover the earth. As the saying goes, again: I'm a hooligan, who am I afraid of? Brother, I'm okay and don't make trouble, I'm not afraid of things, grandma! Who's afraid of whom! ”

"Haha! I said Brother Zhang, do you admit that you are a hooligan? Please, don't be so funny, okay? My sister couldn't stand it anymore. ”

Zhang Daguan's aphorisms were repeated, and the humor continued, making the beautiful Liu Da lying on the bed like a flower branch and trembling all over.

Liu Da Mei laughed and got carried away, and under the trembling, the pajamas, which were originally half-covered and half-hidden, were completely opened, and without the cover of clothes, her beautiful figure that tempted the dead to die was completely exposed to the air.

The body is crystal clear, glowing with a little fluorescence in the light. The delicate body is bumpy and convex, like the undulating waves of the rolling hills. The skin is like snow, and it can be broken by blowing, which is better than that carved by white jade.

Two slender beautiful legs, sexy and sultry, a pair of proud peaks, dazzling, especially the touch of ink on the triangle, I don't know how many people's heartstrings have been touched.

Although Zhang Daguan has read countless women, when facing the flawless white jade body of Liu Da Beauty, he can't help but exclaim: "The skin is like mutton fat, and the milk is like pepper hair." Bai Shengsheng is like jade all over his body, soft and fragrant all over his body. So beautiful! ”

"Hey! I said Brother Zhang, what do you say? Hearing Zhang Zheng's sigh and seeing Zhang Zheng's thief eyes staring at him, Liu Yan asked puzzled.

"The green silk is seven feet long, pulled into a horsetail. Scattered on the jade pillow, wafting dark cloud incense. Zhang Daguan did not answer Liu Yan's question, but looked at the beautiful hair of the bedridden beauty stupidly, and chanted a small poem "Yongfa".

"you, how can my sister's hair be so long? Besides, this is not the original fragrance of my sister's hair, but the fragrance of the conditioner. Liu Yanjiao said angrily.

"Originated from cardamom, formed in twenty-eight. The day is stinging, and the night is bright. When moving, it is like a rabbit, and when it is quiet, it is like a white duck. High and upside down, the flesh trembles, pink and tender, and the water is smart. Take away the soul of a man and send a woman tender. Like a peach, like a pear. Can contain, can be soothed. Men have always fought for land, and since ancient times, the baby granary. ”

Zhang Daguan ignored Liu Yan's coquettishness, but looked at the fat breasts of the beautiful woman on the bed, and casually gave a small poem of "Yong Milk".

"Haha! I said Brother Zhang, I haven't seen anyone who compares the chest to a white duck, it seems to be a white pigeon, right? However, your statement of the baby granary is very apt. ”

"It's not perfume, it's not wine. The wind passed through the room, bringing incense to the mouth. Zhang Daguan looked at Liu Yan's cherry mouth in a daze, and casually chanted a small poem "Yongkou".

"Brother Zhang, is it an exaggeration? Is the aroma in this mouth so obvious? ”

Seeing the grave tremble, the tentacle forest panicked. Luo's skirt has gone to the ravine, leaving a lingering fragrance in the place where the soul is gone. Zhang Zheng still ignored Liu Yan's question, but stared at other people's bodies, and blurted out a small poem "Yong Private".

"Hey! I said Brother Zhang, the more you kid talk, the more unkind it becomes, how did you put your sister's ** part into the poem? ”

"Soft as boneless, like spring bamboo shoots, slender and jade feet like a crescent moon. Two feet, ten petals, and a small pancreas like golden hooves. Zhang Daguan looked at Liu Yan's charming jade feet, and chanted a small poem of "Yongzu".

"Stinky boy, it's too exaggerated, there are no bones in your feet, can you walk? And that golden hoof, it's too ugly. ”

Zhang Daguan has been in a state of daze and delirium since he saw Liu Yan's naked body, and he has no time to take care of the beautiful woman on the bed. But being in a daze is in a daze, and being stupid is going to be stupid, this state has not affected Zhang Daguanren's poetic taste, no, people are appreciating the beauty of beautiful women with all their hearts, and they can even make a small poem or small words with Liu Yan's hair, chest, fragrant lips, secret places and jade feet.