The candlelight flickered in the room, the wick exploded slightly, and a few tiny sparks splashed, reflecting the white jade teacup on the table.

The curtains fluttered, the fragrance floated, and the light and shadow wandered along the girl's beautiful profile.

Yu Tingwan was most likely to feel sleepy due to her menstrual period, and her lower abdomen was sore.

She was busy with a lot of things today.

It was getting late again.

Yu Tingwan patted his shoulder.

"Are you busy?"

The word "busy" was very vivid.

Husbands and wives all understood the deep meaning of this word.

Yu Tingwan didn't look at Wei Zhao for long. After eating the bird's nest, she put down the glass cup, ran over to lower the half-open window to prevent the wind outside from blowing in.

After doing all this, she climbed onto the couch and prepared to close her eyes.

But for a long time, she didn't hear any movement in the room.

The girl opened her eyes and saw Wei Zhao getting up, and that place was fierce and particularly eye-catching.

"Where are you looking?"

Wei Zhao put away the letters, official business, and pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

Obviously, he planned to deal with it tomorrow.

Yu Tingwan stared at him and told him: "Look at Xiao Zhaozhao."

Wei Zhao: ...

For a moment, he felt that he had no cloth on him.

He turned around helplessly.

Yu Tingwan was very worried: "Did my husband go to the bathroom? It's okay for me to see it, and I won't laugh at you, so why are you hiding?"

Soon she changed her mind.

"Well, doing that kind of thing is unsightly after all."

At this point, she nodded.

Although Wei Zhao was very shameless, everyone has a sense of shame.

"I guess you can't do it in front of me..."

She sorted out her words, but she couldn't find the right words to describe it for a while. Yu Tingwan was ashamed for a moment. She really didn't read enough books.

Fortunately, after thinking about it, she finally found it.

"Invade yourself."

Wei Zhao, who had his back to her, pulled the corner of his lips, opened the cabinet, and took out the clothes to change.

Men, they often need to be praised.

Yu Tingwan is not stingy.

"My husband is so thoughtful. After you've done it, wash it up as well. After you've cleaned up and come back, you'll still be clean and tidy, without losing any elegance!"

"The noble and elegant demeanor of a modest gentleman is unmatched in the capital. No wonder outsiders often say that the descendants of the Shunguo Mansion are well-behaved, reserved, and introverted, not interested in women, and the inner house is clean."

It can be seen how much Wei Zhao is only worth watching from afar and not playing with in other people's minds.

Yu Tingwan: "Who knows what you do behind closed doors in private..."

"Those people don't think about it. Those who don't like women are either monks or eunuchs."

The inner house is clean and they don't take concubines. That's because the sons of the Wei family respect their wives and don't promiscuous.

But they are not gods after all.

"As a human being, you have seven emotions and six desires. If you were reserved, the Wei family would have died long ago."

She chattered, but Wei Zhao didn't interrupt her. After taking the clothes, he turned around and looked at her quietly.

Yu Tingwan was stared at for no reason.

"What...what's wrong?"

Wei Zhao: "Wait until you finish."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Last time she hit Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao also put down the things at hand. After all, he had to wait until she finished hitting him. He

is really...

considerate to you.

After his figure entered the bathroom, Yu Tingwan prepared to go to bed.

The sound of raindrops outside the house was composer into a song.

The sound of water from the bathroom could be vaguely heard from inside the house.

Her hands are small, and it is difficult to hold them with one hand.

Wei Zhao's hands are slender, and one hand will definitely be enough.

Yu Tingwan opened her watery eyes and could imagine the scene inside.

I don't know how long it took, when the girl was in a daze, footsteps were heard.

She hasn't fallen asleep yet, and he came out?

Yu Tingwan rubbed her eyes and was about to praise him for being so fast.

Wei Zhao had taken off his casual clothes a long time ago, leaving only his underwear. When he got on the couch and went to the inside, something flashed past her eyes.

I don't know if the underwear was too fitting, or if it was Yu Tingwan's illusion. The swelling there showed no sign of going down, and it was even more swollen.

"What's wrong with you?"

She sat up in surprise.

Yu Tingwan: "Can't you do it?"

Wei Zhao found a comfortable position and half leaned: "My right hand is injured."

Yes.

Yu Tingwan applied medicine to his arm this morning.

Yu Tingwan leaned over.

"Isn't your left hand still fine?"

She said innocently: "No way, no way, how can my left arm not only not write?"

Yu Tingwan: "I can eat."

Using chopsticks is no problem. "

I can also dress and wash."

No help is needed.

Yu Tingwan: "Isn't it amazing?"

She wanted to say something else, but a low cry came from her throat.

Wei Zhao's left arm tightly wrapped around her waist. Through a thin layer of cloth, she could feel the thin calluses on his hands. With a little force, Yu Tingwan felt the world turn.

He lifted her to the inside of the bed.

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

No, you are like this, and you still want to show yourself?

She was just thinking it was funny, but she met Wei Zhao's eyes full of lust.

The heavy rain poured down like a river from the sky, and the raindrops like silver arrows lashed the bluestone slabs, splashing thousands of broken jades.

A thunder broke through the sky outside, and the door was closed tightly, not revealing the warm light in the house.

The candlelight flickered gently, casting two overlapping figures on the half-closed curtain.

Wei Zhao's clothes were half open, and the candle wick suddenly burst into a spark, gilding his tense waist and abdomen, and beads of sweat slid down his collarbone.

He trapped Yu Tingwan and didn't let her go.

Yu Tingwan:...

She found that she still underestimated this man.

He was too frank. He

even asked her to help take off his pants just now.

The man looked straight at her while he was masturbating. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, as if he was drunk, like a fox who could seduce people.

For some reason, he revealed an indescribable beauty when doing such shameful things.

Yu Tingwan had a wall behind her, with nowhere to go and didn't want to leave.

She could actually close her eyes.

But since it's delivered to your door, why not take a look?

His light panting was heard beside her ears.

Yu Tingwan's fingertips unconsciously tightened the quilt, but were gently pressed by the tip of his right hand. Where their skin touched, it seemed as if a spark ignited a prairie fire, burning her eyelashes.

She was suddenly thirsty, and her heart itched.

"Not done yet?"

Wei Zhao said softly: "Help me."

You are really rude.

Yes, otherwise why didn't he go to the bathroom and had to come back.

This guy's intention was to ask her for help.

He had done it before.

Yu Tingwan was afraid that her hands would get sore, but she was very active now! Her

soft hand reached out.

The moment her soft white fingers touched, she could keenly sense the pause in Wei Zhao's breathing, which then became heavy.

She was not very experienced, but she was not ignorant either.

At least Wei Zhao's reaction was quite big.

Yu Tingwan was very satisfied.

But Wei Zhao felt that it was not enough, and he chuckled, his voice like poison soaked in honey, seeping into his ears.

"I washed it clean."

A strange sentence.

Yu Tingwan looked at his misty eyes: "Hmm?"

"Lower your head."

Yu Tingwan was slightly stunned.

His thin lips just brushed her earlobe, and his head pressed on her shoulder, bewitching: "Be good, kiss it."

(End of this chapter)