Chapter 108: Teach me a lesson?



Chapter 108: Teach me a lesson?

Wen Ning was so drunk that her whole body felt weak, and soon she collapsed powerlessly on his chest, her warm breath gently brushing his jaw.

Hearing the man's question, she nodded with a serious look on her face.

"I know! Princess...Princess asked Ning'er to teach the Marquis a lesson...and teach him a good lesson!"

Xie Jinglan listened to this unintimidating "lesson" with a dark look in his eyes.

"Ning'er is up there... so she can teach me a lesson?"

The man thought to himself, wondering what private conversations Princess Chen had had with her over the past two days that had made his usually obedient Ning'er so bold.

Wen Ning was startled by the question. She raised her head with drunken eyes, as if she wanted to refute, but the thoughts in her mind were tangled and she couldn't make sense of them for a long time.

In the end, I just nodded randomly and said, "Yeah!"

She sat on him like that, the sweet scent of fruit wine mixed with her own body fragrance hitting his face.

Her small hands clutched his collar, and her hair accidentally brushed across the man's neck, making his heart tense.

At this moment, she was completely unaware of how drunk she was.

Xie Jinglan looked at the person in front of him who was drunk and in a state of excitement, his Adam's apple rolled violently, and the doting and hidden emotions in his eyes were intertwined.

His fingertips gently stroked her flushed cheeks, his movements accompanied by a few barely perceptible sighs. The man finally couldn't help himself and curled his lips and said:

"Alright! I will let Ning'er teach me a lesson tonight."

Before he finished speaking, he pinched the slender waist with his hand and lifted the limp person up, accurately grabbing the lips that became more rosy and moist due to drunkenness.

“Woo… woo…”

Every tiny whimper was swallowed up.

His big hand moved from the waist to the back of the neck, and with the usual warmth from his palm, he pressed the girl slightly towards him.

The woman's lips were soft and warm, carrying with them the sweetness and aroma of wine, like honey that had been brewing for an entire spring.

Wen Ning felt her whole body go limp, and her body unconsciously pressed tightly against him.

The softness of her breasts rubbed against his chest, bringing with it a surprising heat that made the man's breathing heavier.

He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss, one hand on her waist and the other through her hair, pressing her firmly to his lips.

The kiss was deep and long, almost stealing all the air from her chest.

The dizziness from lack of oxygen mixed with the lingering drunkenness stirred up an even greater chaotic storm in her mind.

The moment their lips parted, Wen Ning took a sharp breath.

Just like a drowning person emerging from the water, a sharp, instinctive perception swept through her chaotic consciousness like wildfire, making her mostly awake.

She stared blankly at the handsome face so close to her. The man's jawline was taut, his thin lips were stained with an ambiguous wetness, and the emotions surging in his eyes made her heart beat wildly.

A belated sense of embarrassment crept up her spine as she realized that she was sitting astride him, her clothes half-open, and their posture was inappropriately intimate.

The man saw that her eyes had become somewhat clearer, no longer completely drunken.

He raised his hand to stroke her messy hair, and asked in a low voice with a hint of teasing:

"Are you awake now? Do you still want to continue teaching me a lesson?"

Upon hearing this, the woman's skin, which was already flushed with an intoxicating blush due to the alcohol and passion, now looked as if it were drenched in the most gorgeous sunset in the sky. Even the delicate shoulders and neck and a hint of breasts exposed under her half-dropped clothes were stained with this alluring blush.

She frantically raised her hands to press against his solid chest, trying to get off him.

“No… no…”

With just a low laugh, she felt dizzy and was easily grabbed by a force and turned over, then sank deeply into the soft quilt.

The heavy body then fell down, and the man's tall nose rubbed against her hot cheek, his eyes filled with undisguised desire and doting, "My dear Ning'er, since you are drunk today, let me do the hard work... okay?"

Perhaps it was because the lingering drunkenness was still churning in her head, blurring her shyness and rationality, and making her forget that she was still angry with him.

Perhaps bewitched by the swirling tenderness and desire, she responded in a very soft and tender voice, as if possessed by a ghost:

"…good…"

The man was so ecstatic upon hearing this that he could not hide his joy. Without hesitation, he kissed her hard, with unprecedented enthusiasm and excitement, completely drawing her into the overwhelming tide of passion.

The tent was filled with warm fragrance, and Wen Ning soon became too lazy to bear it. Her eyes were blurred and her bones were soft. She let him do what he wanted, and only in the hazy state did she sense that he seemed to pause for a moment.

Xie Jinglan suppressed his heavy breathing and reached out to take something out of an ebony box beside his pillow.

He secretly felt lucky that he had gone to Cangchun Pavilion today to retrieve the customized sheep intestines.

Wen Ning could only cling to him weakly, like a boat out of control in the waves, led by him, completely sinking and floating in the depths of the surging tide of emotions, floating up and down until her consciousness faded.

The room is filled with spring and the bed is full of beauty.

The maid on duty in the outer room heard the noise from the inner room for a long time, the intermittent moans and sobs mixed with the man's heavy breathing. She had no choice but to prepare the hot bath water quietly with a red face.

That night, it was changed no less than five times.

The ebony box beside the pillow was opened no less than five times.

It was not until dawn that the inner room became completely quiet, with only the sound of even and deep breathing remaining.

The next day, when the sky was bright, Wen Ning woke up with aches all over her body.

Her eyelids opened heavily, and she subconsciously wanted to move, but immediately gasped.

The skin under the quilt was naked. She quietly lifted a corner to take a peek. Her cheeks instantly turned red, and she suddenly pulled the quilt up to cover her head.

On the skin that is whiter than snow, from the collarbone downwards, there are ambiguous red marks of varying shades, like a messy rouge painting.

Although there was a refreshing feeling of ointment from the area below her body and some of the places that had been rubbed hard, indicating that they had obviously been carefully treated by him, the deep pain in her bones and these marks indicated the crazy possession he had done last night.

As my consciousness regained consciousness, fragmented images suddenly crashed into my mind like a raging storm.

She remembered how she had the audacity to ride on him last night, saying nonsense like "Why does the Marquis bully others? I want to teach him a lesson".

Later, she stepped into his trap, and then... there was a long and heart-wrenching entanglement. He was insatiable in tossing her over and over, tormenting her in various ways.

Even...even using an extremely hoarse voice, he coaxed her into trying those embarrassing positions.

Every frame in her mind burned her soul and trembled.

Wen Ning completely huddled herself into the quilt, too embarrassed to see anyone anymore.

In particular, the culprit was now pressed closely against her back, watching her ostrich-like embarrassed appearance with interest.

Xie Jinglan's breath fell on the top of her head, his voice hoarse with the satisfaction of last night's passion, "Ning'er, don't be like this. What if you get bored?"

Her drunken, charming, completely dependent and powerless look last night was too alluring, making him unable to control his emotions. He really bullied her a little too much.

Seeing that she had buried herself tightly, Xie Jinglan knew that if he tried to dig her out by force, he would probably really annoy this thin-skinned little girl.

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