43. [43] How is your technique?

Seeing Ye Fusang's actions, the man pouted dissatisfiedly, and just as he was about to step forward, he was pulled by an arm, and was taken into his arms by Feng Zhi with a slight pull.

Feng Zhi pulled out an evil smile, grabbed his chin, and lowered her head and said, "How is your technique?" ”

The man was really well trained, without the slightest shyness of the man in the boudoir, he meekly leaned into her arms, his fingers restlessly tugged at the placket of Feng Zhi's clothes, slowly reached into her robe, and said with a smile, "Miss will know if you try it." ”

For Feng Zhi, these people are self-defeating, they only know that she is a friend of the county lord of Zhaoyang, but they don't know her true identity.

Ye Fusang looked at this scene, the corners of his eyes twitched, seducing! This is definitely the temptation of Chiluoluo!

I saw Feng Zhi grab the man's hand touching her chest with one hand, put one hand around his slender waist, took it into her arms, leaned up and whispered in his ear, "What's your name?" Well? ”

The man leaned into her shoulder socket, stuck out his tongue and licked it, suddenly kissed her earlobe, and then slowly sucked it!

Sky! Ye Fusang only felt that he had been frightened enough tonight, and he was still outside, he was really bold enough to seduce women in public, and he did it so exaggeratedly!

What's even more exaggerated is still to come, I saw the man break free from Feng Zhi's clamped hand, put his arms around her neck, his chest pressed against hers, and the red gauze rubbed against her robe, and the movements were crazy and evoked.

"The slave's name is Shui'er, Miss should remember it." He bit Feng Zhi's neck before speaking. The sound is like smeared with honey, sweet and greasy, soft, and it makes people's bones numb when you listen to it.

Ye Fusang was still shocked by his openness, just saw Feng Zhi squeezing her eyebrows at her, seeing Ye Fusang's stunned expression, Feng Zhi couldn't help but be deflated, didn't she become rusty after a while, and said at the moment: "Fusang, you go play first, that, I'll solve it first." The coquettish and hot beautiful man in front of her has already made her horny, and she must ravage him tonight to taste the taste of this poppy.

Ye Fusang waved his hand speechlessly, signaling her to go as far as she could.

And the man, when he heard Feng Zhi's words, he was full of excitement, walked a long way and turned to look at Ye Fusang, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, it turned out that she was Ye Fusang, the person the emperor's brother wanted to kill.

After Feng Zhi left, Ye Fusang stepped into this so-called "Furong Building", which was full of people, noisy sounds, obscene scenes, and all kinds of flavors mixed together, making people sick.

Some were small servants who came and went with tea, some were scantily clad prostitutes in Qinglou, and most of them were held in the arms of some elderly women, kissing, stroking, and twisting their waists frantically. Most of the guests were women, many of them were stout, with three or five young and beautiful young men in their arms, sometimes pouring wine with their mouths, sometimes using their mouths to pick up vegetables, and all kinds of tricks came out.

Their hands kept groping the beautiful men, tearing off their already thin clothes, and some of them rubbed their private parts through the fabric, causing the little ones to moan and moan in pain, and the sound was all over the room. In addition to women coming to have fun, there are also men here! Most of them are rough and abnormal, and they are also holding some soft-looking little men, who should have a habit of breaking sleeves. It's really a big forest, and there are all kinds of birds.

There are also some men with good faces but a little older, nesting in the arms of women with a spring face, and the women gently feed them the fruits on the table, presumably, these men are afraid that they can't get the favor of their wives at home, so they come out to have fun, when did the folk customs of the Fengtian Dynasty become so open?