Chapter 222: The Young Marshal and the Little Wife (17)
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the gray figure in the flower garden and the gray figure who was buried in the flower branches, and his movements were slightly stiffened.
Lian Mei was really ashamed and indignant.
Pulling Fenghua is about to go back to the room.
But......
As soon as I returned to the room, the problem came.
After dinner, Lian Mei faced a problem -
Go to bed.
Or sleep with a awake 'Ye Lan'.
In the bedroom, the red color has not yet been removed.
The Shuaifu introduced a new gadget from the West - electric lights.
Not too dim, not too bright, just the right amount of dim light to make the atmosphere ambiguous.
The handmaidens have retreated.
The two were alone in the same room, and Lian Mei was a little at a loss.
In Lian Mei's heart, 'Ye Lan' is a big-tailed wolf.
Greedy and lustful, squirrel, or ...... The man's son.
Fenghua walked to the dressing mirror and spoke to Lianmei, with an irresistible order in a lazy tone: "Lian'er come here." โ
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Lian Mei didn't know what Fenghua was going to do.
But, as long as it's not going to bed.
If you can hide for a while, it's a while.
Thinking so, Lian Mei moved her steps very cooperatively.
Just came to Fenghua, "husband ......"
Before he could ask, he turned around and sat down on the round stool on the dresser.
In the halo yellow mirror, two faces are reflected.
The 'boy' has delicate eyebrows and eyes, and is handsome.
The 'woman' has stunning facial features and a cold complexion.
The 'boy' put his slender hands on the shoulders of the beautiful woman, and half-hugged him from behind, and the two faces were very close to each other.
It's like a lover's gentle whisper between the ears and temples.
"Husband will remove your makeup for you."
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Before Lian Mei could speak, Fenghua had already raised her hand, and her long black hair like a crow's feather suddenly slipped down like a waterfall.
The lotus charm is natural, even if the makeup is removed, it is also ice muscle and jade bones.
A little cinnabar in the center of the eyebrows, poignant and burning.
After removing my makeup, it was finally time to go to bed.
Fenghua raised his hand to untie the belt of his military uniform, and the black gun hanging from his waist rested heavily on the mahogany round table.
"Bang-"
Lian Mei's heart jumped, and the hand under the sleeve was slightly nervously pinched.
I'm afraid that 'Ye Lan' will say that I want to be happy with him and do what happened last night......
How could he refuse?
No, it doesn't.
He is now a righteous young marshal lady, if Ye Lan wants it, he can't refuse at all.
Once with enthusiasm and ambition, Ye Dashuai's Mansion entered this Longtan Tiger's Den, but now he knows that it is really hard to walk on thin ice step by step.
Just his identity is already difficult to hide.
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The lotus peach blossom eyes flowed, and the surging and anxious eyes inadvertently swept over-
On the mahogany round table, the black gun.
Looking back, I saw that the man had taken off his military jacket and was wearing a white shirt inside.
"Lian'er ......"
"Husband, can you not do it tonight? Last night, when the candles were spent in the cave, you hurt me! โ
In a hurry, Lian Mei blurted out, not caring about any shame or shame at all.
After that, my brain went blank!
Oh my!
What did he say?!
The beauty's face flickered white and red, and the change of expression at this moment was wonderful, which can be called a drama.
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Fenghua almost didn't laugh out loud.
Pretending not to see the embarrassment on Lianmei's face, he couldn't help but smile and said with concern:
"Hurt? Is Lian'er okay? Come, let the husband take a look. โ
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A new week begins.
The recommendation tickets in the hands of the little princesses are about to be thrown at the empress~
The rankings have fallen to more than 100, huh.