In the bedroom, the lights flickered, and the light and shadow swayed, casting on the plain wall brocade quilt, adding a touch of ambiguity.

Hu Wanniang sat on the bed, her hands tightly pinching the corners of her plain white jacket. The handsome and haggard face flashed a trace of panic or anxiety from time to time because of some rapid breathing.

The bridal maid is waiting on the side.

Seeing that the young lady clenched her teeth and trembled slightly, Shen'er was also quite unbearable, and persuaded softly:

"Miss, you...... Don't be too scared. Uncle he...... He just happened to be attending a banquet in the front hall, and he had a lot of entertainment, so he may not come to pester you tonight. If you are really scared, Miss, why don't you let the little maid come...... Maybe he got his way, and he wouldn't torture Miss anymore. ”

Hu Wanniang looked at Shen'er. This maid who has been with her since she was a child has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and she is also a beautiful embryo. However, she was about the same age as herself, and she was almost twenty. The Ming Dynasty married early, and twenty-year-old women were already "leftover women" in the popular sense.

And the maid in ancient times was actually a slave. Because personal rights are attached to the Lord's family, they are at their mercy to be called, sold, given, and rewarded. It is also the duty of the master to ask them to accompany the bed. So in the end, most of the slightly beautiful ones will be put into the house by the head of the house. This is especially true for dowry maids, who often marry wives, and even the dowry maids go to bed together. These lowest-level **, if they are lucky enough to give birth to children, may be upgraded to concubines, and of course, some are still slaves.

The pendant is a little special. Until now, she was innocent. Is this lucky or unlucky?

The late lady sighed. Her husband, Xiao Hades, didn't think about this maid, but he blocked her strongly. I have fallen into such a situation...... If you let Shen'er follow him, then what will be good in the future......

At that moment, Hu Wanniang shook her head:

"Shen'er, although you and I are called master servants, we have grown up together since childhood and are like sisters. I have been so ravaged by Yan Hong, how can I bear to push you into this fire pit? Don't worry, with me for a day, he won't dare to do anything to you, it's a big deal, let him beat me to death. ”

Tears flowed down her face. Without saying anything, she lifted her sleeves and gently wiped the corners of her eyes.

Just when the mother and maid were relatively self-pitying, there was a sound of stumbling footsteps outside, and someone was pulling their necks and shouting: "Lady, I'm back." ”

On Shen'er's face, there was a trace of panic and a hint of excitement:

"Miss, Uncle...... My uncle was probably drunk. Tonight, I'm afraid it's even more difficult. ”

"It's okay, I'...... I'm used to it, too. Shen'er, you step aside, don't let him hold it. As soon as he comes in, you'll leave at once. ”

Shen'er hesitated: "Yes." Miss, be careful. ”

Wanniang laughed miserably: "Be careful, what's the use?" That's what I do. ”

As he spoke, the doors slammed open on both sides, and a smell of wine rushed in with a cold wind. Yan Hong had already staggered and stepped into the house.

At this time, his heart was beating wildly. If it is said that Lu Bing was still a little alert and confused when he was in the front hall just now, speculating about what was wrong with his inner house, then now, as he walked towards his bedroom step by step, as if the tip of his nose was gradually sniffing the fragrance of the beautiful young woman, Yan Hong's blood veins had already been circulating in overspeed, and his impulse was rising and falling in his body like a tidal wave.

Hu Wanniang is the first woman who belongs to herself in this world, and she is the wife of Ming Media, who is so beautiful and temperamental. You must know that although Yan Hong's body may have been in the sea before falling from the horse and being possessed, I don't know how many women he spent the night with. But our classmate Yan Donglai will only hold the hand of a female classmate in middle school in the next two centuries. Having a lover of his own and having the beautiful scenery of the spring festival at that moment was just an unattainable dream in him.

And now?

Thinking that tonight, the two of them could sleep together, go to Wushan together, and bid farewell to the green years, Yan Hong, who was newly replaced, couldn't stop his excitement.

He even thought about whether he should go to the warehouse and get some ginseng and deer antler from Yang Shun to eat? Forget it, forget it, the first time you taste a peerless treasure, how can you just rely on adding ingredients to enhance the taste?

With this cranky thought that made him blush, Yan Hong just fell into the room and went straight to Hu Wanniang.

As for the maid pendant quietly going out, he didn't pay attention to it, and even if he saw it, he wouldn't pay attention to it. Although the beautiful maid should also be the prince's meal, you must always pay attention to chewing and swallowing slowly. Tonight's main dish is his wife Hu Wanniang!

These dirty ideas in Yan Hong's heart naturally leaked clearly from those drunken eyes without reservation. Hu Wanniang has seen a lot of virtue like him, of course, she knows what he thinks.

"Phase...... Xianggong, you are drunk and resting here, and I will go and get tea. After Hu Wanniang saw the ceremony, she turned around and was about to go out to get tea. At this time, she was wearing a plain close-fitting jacket and a plain belt around her waist, which made her figure more concave and convex.

The so-called wine is the medium of color, the beauty in front of her, the old wine in the belly, burned Yan Hong's blood veins, and thirty-six hot streams collided up and down on the limbs and hundreds of bones. He laughed evilly, tiptoed up, and grabbed Hu Wanniang, who was about to go out, from behind, only to scream "ah" in shock.

Such an exclamation only aroused Yan Hong's lust even more. He dragged back hard, but because he was also a little drunk, the soles of his feet were unstable, so he took two steps back, and the two of them fell on the bed together, crushing the corner of the tent.

The beauty was in her arms, Yan Hong stared at Hu Wanniang's ivory face, cherry-like ruddy lips, and snow-white breasts hidden by her clothes, smelling the slight sweet fragrance on the young woman's body, listening to the beauty's quiet gasp, only to feel bursts of blood surging.

He held Hu Wanniang's slender waist with one hand, stroked Wanniang's half-scattered hair with the other, and whispered softly in Wanniang's ear: "Madam, it's getting late, you and I husband and wife, rest early." ”

Wan Niang's eyes avoided his gaze, and she said in a low voice: "Xianggong, you have just recovered from a serious illness and drank again, or ...... Let's do that another day. ”

At this moment, Yan Hong is already horny, where can he wait for another day. He coughed and took out the majesty of the great husband:

"When you are recovering from a serious illness, you have to be happy! If the wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, and if the color is not charming, everyone is obsessed with themselves. Madame, you don't want to escape tonight, haluha. ”

While saying teasingly, he stretched out his salty pig hand, and with guts, he ripped open the placket on the chest of the late mother. Then he took a deep breath, put his hand on the late mother's chest, and touched it with a wince.

In an instant, it seemed to be electrocuted, and it seemed that the whole person was floating in the air, and I was so happy that I wanted to shout: "Lao Tzu finally touched it!" ”

At this time, I heard Hu Wanniang in her arms, and coldly agreed:

"In that case, please let the slaves get up, and prepare according to the old rules."

Rules, what rules? Yan Hong inexplicably let go of his hand.

Hu Wanniang stood up, turned around expressionlessly, walked to the back of the bed, opened a cabinet, and rummaged in something.

Looking at her graceful back, Yan Hong barely swallowed his saliva.

After a while, Hu Wanniang turned around, held some things, walked in front of Yan Hong, and then knelt down.

Yan Hong's eyes widened, looking at the things that the late mother was holding. It was a bundle of multicolored cotton rope, and a delicate leather whip, and a blunt-tipped wooden awl.

At this moment, Yan Hong's mouth was dry, and he was almost about to spurt blood.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, my Yan Hong's wife is actually a ** lover! Wow ha......ha It's a little perverted, but it's exciting, it's exciting!

I only heard Hu Wanniang whisper: "Things have been brought, please use them." ”

"Good, good, apply ......"

Yan Hong stood up suddenly, snatched the things in Wan Niang's hand with one hand, pulled Wan Niang up with the other hand, pushed her down on the bed, and tied her up.

Although he has seen some fancy things in island action movies, he never expected that he would have the opportunity to practice, and naturally he couldn't learn in depth. This time it was completely convulsive, for fear that the bundle would be too tight and hurt the late mother, so I didn't dare to push too hard.

After tossing for a few minutes, he turned the lady facing the futon over, and took a step back to admire the "masterpiece".

To be honest, the bundle is too bad, and the ropes are so wrapped that they don't have the "zongzi-like beauty" in the island film, but like a ball of abandoned kite strings.

But, after all, this is a beauty who is really tied up by herself, and it is completely her own. Looking at the exquisite curve of the late lady outlined by the rope, Yan Hong's eyes were full of lust, and he opened his hand and was about to pounce on it.

At this time, I heard the late lady sigh softly.

This sigh made Yan Hong temporarily stop his wild movements.

Looking down at the beauty bound by the rope, how could it be such an expression? The face is dull, like a routine registered visitor at the front desk of an insurance company. Two stars tears are in the corners of his eyes, but the sadness in his eyes is only a little bit.

In one word, it is: numbness.

That's not right.

Although I haven't practiced it, I have a lot of theoretical knowledge. Since you play the game of bondage, the bound party either wants to refuse and welcome, or pleads, or is as passionate as fire, or gentle as water, or painful and struggling, or righteous and awe-inspiring, these are all modes that increase the taste.

But right now, my own wife is tied up like a plastic model in a fashion store, what's the smell of?

If what is tied here now is the female assistant to the general manager of the insurance company who often wears small shoes for Yan Donglai in the 21st century, then Yan Donglai will not hesitate to clean up this chick and let out a bad breath. Are you numb? You are COS, and the crucifixion of Jesus does not affect Lao Tzu's interest!

But it's not. This is his own wife, and he is the one with whom he wants to be with him. Her expression was more uncomfortable than misery and pain.

What the hell is going on?

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