Yin Niang is fourteen years old this year, and because of her age, she looks relatively petite. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The small steamed bun on his chest appeared in front of Wu Xiaoming's eyes, making him can't help but lean over, and suck it like a baby.

"Don't lick it, it's so itchy..."Yin Niang hugged Wu Xiaoming's head and couldn't help but twist it a few times.

Seeing that the delicacy in his mouth was about to run, Wu Xiaoming turned around and pressed Yin Niang under him, and then a hungry tiger pounced.

The beauty of Yin Niang, the beauty is in the skin is better than the snow, and the beauty is in the innate noble temperament.

Wu Xiaoming is like a naughty boy who has found a toy, just the little cutie on his chest made him play with half a cup of tea, and then he thought of Yin Niang, the most adorable thing is the pair of jade feet.

Licking, biting, grabbing, pinching, rubbing...

A pair of jade feet were held in Wu Xiaoming's arms, listening to Yin Niang's delicate voice that kept itching, and there was an urge to crush her.

The joy of the boudoir is not enough to be humane with outsiders, and the spring is boundless for a while.

It wasn't until Yin Niang's gaze began to show spring that Wu Xiaoming turned over and said lovingly: "Wife, I'm here!" ”

"Hey, it hurts..."

...... "River Crab"......

It is said that men are born with eighteen skills and seventy-two stunts, and many places are self-taught.

Wu Xiaoming felt that this was true, he had too many impulses in his heart, and too many thoughts that he wanted to take action, but it was a pity that Yin Niang's tears of pain were like springs, and he, the old scalper, had to stop.

Holding his little wife in his arms, Wu Xiaoming kissed him like rain, wanting to resolve Yin Niang's pain.

Yin Niang was frightened, she never thought of doing that, it would hurt so much, and the mission wanted to push her husband away.

"Husband, don't you do it well next time, Yin Niang hurts..."

"Don't do it! So what do I do? ”

With tears in her eyes, Yin Niang looked scared, and she saw that Wu Xiaoming had no impulse.

The impulse in my heart is gone, the impulse in my body is still there, and it is really painful to endure it.

Yin Niang also knows what her responsibilities are as a wife.

After hesitating for a moment, Yin Niang closed her eyes in horror, and a pair of jade hands groped downward, and everything ended without saying a word.

"Why can't you?"

"Yin Niang, you try it with your feet..."

It's hard to be a woman, bleeding and tears, and satisfying the bad taste of your husband.

Yin Niang is just a little Lori, delicate and soft, where can she beat the means of the big bad wolf.

Wu Xiaoming coaxed and lied, only to make Yin Niang tired of coping, crying for a while, laughing for a while, and then hugging each other and lying on the bed after a long time.

"Husband, will you love me forever?"

"Yes, definitely, husband will always love you."

"Then I'm going to sleep with you, and you are not allowed to touch me again, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."

"Okay, Yin Niang rest early, my husband will spare you tonight."

Embracing each other, hugging each other and sleeping, the moonlight shining through the window paper.

At night, Wu Xiaoming had a strange dream again, in which he became a bounty hunter and experienced one world after another.

One day, he took on a mission, which was a large mission called Journey to the West.

Immortals, Buddhas, demons and monsters, heaven and earth...

This is a world where immortals and humans coexist, demons and demons get along, and in his dream he wants to go against the sky, and in the sky over the East China Sea, he was blocked by the four great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism.

"Guanyin!"

With a low shout, Wu Xiaoming sat up suddenly, and memories came flooding back.

In an instant, all the lost mana returned, and Wu Xiaoming's eyes faintly flashed with blue light, and he said with a smile: "I'm back!" ”

"Husband, what's wrong with you?" Yin Niang was woken up and looked at him sleepily.

Wu Ming's eyes were full of complexity, now that his mana has returned, his memory has awakened, where can he not see that the Yin Niang lying next to him is actually incarnated by Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"Yin Niang, I want you..."Wu Ming's heart was evil, and he pounced directly on Yin Niang.

Yin Niang exclaimed, and found that her lover seemed to be a different person, allowing herself to beg in every way, and still ravaging herself fiercely.

After the wind and rain, Yin Niang's crying pear blossoms brought rain, there were faint bruises on her body, and her eyes were even more puzzled, I don't know why my lover was so ruthless, and he had to toss himself after begging for mercy.

On the other side, venting his fire, Wu Ming got up and poured a cup of tea, and then sat on the head of the bed, thinking about his relationship with Yin Niang.

Chaos, Yin Niang is the incarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva, although it is not the body, but it is also the self-incarnation of the three corpses, and it is not wrong to say that it is Guanyin Bodhisattva.

I married her and went to bed, do you want him to enter the Buddha door upside down and practice the joyful meditation method?

Wu Ming didn't say a word in silence, if everything went back to the beginning, he would rather have a dog than sleep with Guanyin Bodhisattva.

It's a pity that he woke up too late, and now that the wood is complete, this cause and effect is not easy to fool.

"Husband, don't you love me anymore?" Wu Ming's brutal actions made Yin Niang sob.

The pain in her body is no match for the pain in her heart, Yin Niang feels that her husband has changed her mind, otherwise how could she be so cruel to herself.

"Yin Niang..."

Hearing the sobbing of his little wife, Wu Ming's heart softened, thinking of his childhood sweetheart over the years, he couldn't help but hold Yin Niang in his arms, and said softly: "You are a bodhisattva in heaven, you have endless rights and wealth, we will be separated sooner or later, wait until ..."

Before she finished her sentence, Yin Niang raised her finger and pointed it between Wu Ming's lips, blocking his next words.

Struggling to sit up from the bed, Yin Niang threw herself into Wu Ming's arms, looked up at him, and said, "I don't care, I only know that I love you so much, we will never be separated, Yin Niang only wants to accompany you until eternity." ”

Bitter smile, what else can Wu Ming say besides a bitter smile.

Today's Yin Niang is just Yin Niang, and she has not awakened her memory and mana to become the high-ranking Guanyin Bodhisattva.

When the mana returns and the memory awakens, these accompanying years are no less than a dream in the red dust, and the dream always has to wake up.

Wu Ming had bitterness in his eyes, stroked Yin Niang's smooth back with both hands, and said with a wry smile: "In this life, it is important to do something to die in order to live up to this life." What do you say about royal power and wealth, and what precepts and rules are you afraid of. There is too much sorrow in thinking about these things, so let's have wine today and get drunk today. ”

There is a noble bodhisattva who willingly lets himself play with it day and night, and what more can he ask for in life.

Wu Ming was not frightened, he was immediately slept together, thinking that there are flowers that can be straightened and broken, and the future will be talked about later.

Seven years old with Lang Zhi, eight years old with Lang Zhi, nine years old can embroider, ten years old can weave.

At the age of eleven, he learned tailoring, twelve played the gonghou, thirteen recited poetry and books, and fourteen was a gentleman's wife.

Ask childhood, bamboo horse Qingmei, eight years of wind and rain, who else will you marry if you don't marry Lang Jun?

Yin Niang, who has no awakening memory and mana, only regards herself as a good wife, and her heart is on Wu Ming, and even herself is secondary.

Days went on day after day, and soon three years passed.

I don't know if it's limited by heaven, Wu Ming and Yin Niang have never had children, although they have lived a good life, they will inevitably have some regrets in their happiness.

"Yin Niang, your feet are so beautiful, meaty, it's really lovely."

The noon sun was thick, and Yin Niang was a little sleepy lying on the mat, letting her little feet be played with by Wu Ming.

After playing for a while, Wu Xiaoming untied Yin Niang's clothes, and he didn't care that it was against the etiquette law to declare prostitution during the day, so he reclaimed it like an old scalper.

On the bed, Yin Niang seemed to be unable to wake up, pushed her husband on her body, and closed her eyes after seeing that she couldn't push down, not knowing whether to sleep or enjoy.

Wu Ming held Yin Niang's body, just like fiddling with a doll, and played with himself, without noticing the confusion in Yin Niang's eyes.

Bed East, Bed West, Bed South, Bed North...

The big bed that can sleep five people has become a battlefield between husband and wife, and with the continuous sprint, Yin Niang's brows slowly wrinkled.

"Yin Niang, you call twice, I want to hear your voice."

Wu Ming was working hard, rubbing Yin Niang's twin peaks with both hands, and said without raising his head.

No one answered, and no coquettish gasps came, and Yin Niang didn't react.

And what made him strange was that Yin Niang's body seemed to be a little stiff, and her legs were clamping his waist tightly, harder than before.

With this doubt, Wu Ming raised his head and looked at Yin Niang, and almost softened at first glance.

There seems to be anger between her eyebrows, and Yin Niang's temperament is becoming more and more high, and there is an illusion of self-harm and shame.

Especially in his eyes, there are complexities, admiration, resentment, hesitation, and all kinds of expressions are constantly sedan chairs, which makes Wu Ming can't help but think of a person...... Guanyin Master.

"When Yin Niang looked at me, her eyes were not so complicated, could it be that ..."Wu Ming's heart tightened, and he said in a low voice: "Yin Niang? ”

Yin Niang still didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Wu Ming was also silent, and after a few breaths, he was like an old horse who knew the way, lying on Yin Niang's body and moving.

On the bed, on the floor, by the windowsill, at the desk...

The whole house is a battlefield of war, and many of the tricks that Yin Niang refuses on weekdays are also staged in turn today.

From noon to sunset, the two did not say a word, just enjoyed each other's warmth.

It wasn't until the sun went down that the maidservant Cuiyun came to call the two to have dinner, and this war without winning or losing came to an end.

As the wind and rain gradually subsided, Wu Ming took Yinniang's clothes and put them on for her one by one.

After Yin Niang put on her clothes, she also followed Wu Ming's example to loosen his clothes, and her movements were more gentle than usual, and even the folds on her clothes were smoothed out with her hands.

After doing all this, Yin Niang glanced back at Wu Ming, pushed the door and left without saying a word.

Wu Ming didn't go out with him, nor did he go to see where Yin Niang went, but just sat at the table and poured a glass of sake and drank it alone.

"Young master is not good, young grandmother, she, she flew away!"

In a panic, Cuiyun rushed in from the outside, still with an incredible expression on his face.

Wu Ming drank all the wine in the cup, as if he hadn't heard it at all, and waved his hand and said, "Let's go out." ”

"Young Master?"

"Get out..."

Cuiyun was at a loss for what to do, so she could only walk out with confusion.

After Cuiyun left, Wu Ming came to the window with a wine glass, looked at the lotus pond not far away, and sang softly: "Time passes and never returns, the past can only become an aftertaste, reminiscing about the childhood bamboo horse and green plum, and the two little guesses follow each other day and night..."

first a song "The Past Can Only Be Remembered", and then a song "Daughter's Love".

Wu Ming sighed with a song, sighed about his encounter with Yinniang, sighed at this undeserved fate, and there seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes.

"Yin Niang, will you shed tears for me?"

Looking at the lotus pond outside the window, Wu Ming suddenly found that it was drizzling outside, and it was actually raining lightly.

Stretching out his hand and taking a drop of raindrops, Wu Ming suddenly smiled and said with a smile: "It turns out that you are crying too!" ”