Chapter 277 The two-faced wild rose that the military commander wants to provoke (28)

The woman was lying on the couch with her legs pressed behind her hips. She was wearing an exquisite purple-blue cheongsam, a white shawl, and a warm plush blanket around her waist. Her hair was tied up high, her eyebrows were as beautiful as a painting, and she had a calm and relaxed smile.

Every frown and smile of hers made him infatuated.

"Well, I want to listen to Miss Qing'er's pipa."

Wen Yansheng strode over, approached her little by little, sat down on the chair in front of the couch, facing her.

Lin Muqing sat up straight, took the pipa from the side, and plucked the strings with her fingertips. The tones that made people feel relaxed and happy flowed slowly.

She suddenly asked, "Was the last one good?"

Wen Yansheng's intoxicated gaze slightly fixed on her cunning eyes. It turned out that she had been eyeing him since then. After a month of close contact with her, she had an idea in her mind and said casually:

"I had a dream that night. Do you think it sounds good?"

Instead, she was curious, and the music she played followed her heart, making it confusing and making Wen Yansheng's heart fluctuate.

She asked, "What did you dream about?"

"Then tell me first, what were you thinking about when you were sitting behind the screen that day?"

He still remembered the wrong flick of his finger. If he had lifted the screen and grabbed her like in his dream that day...

Not really. With her strength, he still couldn't win and had to lie down all night.

That's why I woke up with a mixture of anger and complicated emotions.

Thinking of this, Wen Yansheng laughed out loud, a low and pleasant sound.

"I was wondering if you would notice me." She changed the strings in her right hand and played the same piece that day, but two notes lower.

As leisurely and gentle as the whispers between lovers.

Wen Yansheng placed his hands on his knees and kept looking at her. He listened to the entire song and was so engrossed in it that he didn't say a word.

She continued to ask: "Then can the Marshal tell me now?"

Wen Yansheng stood up and approached her. Her fingertips pressing on the strings trembled noticeably, and then his tall figure loomed over her.

The man had just come in from outside, his whole body was filled with the cold air of snow, but when it penetrated into her nostrils it felt hot like fire.

"I'll restore it for you."

Her heart skipped a beat, and as he approached the couch, his panning sight... made her breathing become disordered.

The strings were tightened by his fingertips, and her chin was lifted up by his fingers. She thought he would lean over to kiss her or untie his belt.

As a result, the pipa was roughly thrown away, and her slender waist was pulled up by a pair of big hands, and her forehead fell on the man's chest.

"You throw the lute away."

"At that time, you wrapped your legs around my waist."

At this moment, Lin Muqing threw himself on him, and in order to avoid falling, he actually wrapped his knees around his waist and held it.

Wen Yansheng lowered his head and saw that she was wearing little, so he wrapped her in his quilt to keep her warm.

"And then?" she asked, buried in the man's arms.

"Wouldn't it be better if I did the rest for you to see?" The man's vicious and sexy voice rang in his ears. Lin Muqing noticed him moving, and then heard the sound of the window closing.

Lin Muqing felt warm and hot in his arms. The endless heat made her unbutton her military uniform one by one. However, her thumb and index finger were clad in exquisite jewelry rings. He gave her a lot of them. It would be a waste if she didn't wear them, but they greatly affected her performance now.

She strained upward and poked her head out from over the awning.

Her little face turned red from the smoke and hit his chin.

Wen Yansheng lowered his head, supported her delicate buttocks with one hand, held her warm little hand with the other hand and placed it on his back, guiding her hand to wander on his back.

"The Marshal must not take advantage of this opportunity."

"Let me show you again. It was you who took the initiative, and I was moved."

Passive?

So she was the one who took the initiative in the dream?

He didn't take off his cloak or his military uniform until Wen Yansheng took her hand and...

I instantly understood what he meant by initiative and took direct action.

Stimulate.

"I'll take you through it step by step, and then you'll understand."

pull……

The top of the ring on the thumb is round and inlaid with beautiful emeralds, rolling up against it with a cool and sharp feeling.

Wen Yansheng took a breath of cold air.

“No.”

"If I say yes, it's done!" With her personality, she almost knew what to do next.

Wen Yansheng was gradually driven crazy and wanted to suppress her.

"Could it be possible that the Marshal would take the initiative even in his dreams?"

After saying this, he stopped moving again. After all, he had to "keep his word".

Lying on the soft couch, looking at her swaying figure, he was captivated by her eyes and heart.

…

Her soft body collapsed on him, her sweet moans were soft and pleasant to the ears, Wen Yansheng stroked her back to soothe her, his eyes full of intense affection and lingering thoughts, as if he was entangled with countless threads of love and wanted to tear her apart and swallow her in his stomach.

The weather was cold and both of them were fully clothed, except for...

"Marshal, what would you do if I got pregnant?"

Wen Yansheng's chaotic breathing choked and his heart skipped a beat. Afraid that he had heard wrongly, he held the little head beside his ear in front of him.

Their eyes met, and she looked at him with a smile, her eyes still hazy and misty, which was particularly alluring.

Wen Yansheng kissed her lips, his tone slow and trembling: "Really?"