Wen Xin pricked up her ears a little excitedly, "What are you going to do to me?" Her ears felt like they were pregnant when she heard the voice.
Thinking of his lean waist, his long, slender legs, his muscular arms and grip, and his tight abdominal muscles, she couldn't help but wiggle her hips in her seat, her heart filled with anticipation.
Say it quickly!
"Change your lazy habit. You are as soft as noodles. Sit up straight, put your butt back, and straighten your back."
It was so cozy. With a "tsk!" sound, the seat was so wide, she just stuck her butt out and lay on his lap. Didn't they say she had no manners when sitting? Then she lies down! It's okay to just lie down, right?
But she thought it would be comfortable to lie on his legs, but Yan Zeyang's thighs were particularly prickly, probably because of his hard muscles. No matter how she lay, she felt uncomfortable. She couldn't help but get up, and when she stretched out her hand, her elbow accidentally hit something soft. Then she heard a "hiss" sound above her head, and then she was picked up and put on the sofa.
Yan Zeyang's face turned sour.
He glanced at the driver in front, turned his head and whispered to her, "Be quiet and sit still."
Wen Xin immediately became quiet as a chicken, laughing in her heart.
…
The car soon drove into a garden-style community. The surrounding landscaping was well done. Although it was winter, many green plants in the park were still strong and tall. There were several small buildings hidden in the green belt. The tallest was no more than five stories high, and the lowest was only two or three stories high. They were very eye-catching among the surrounding low houses.
The car turned into a three-story residential area and stopped.
Yan Motou opened the car door for her. Wen Xin got out and stood on the side of the road looking around. It was just after one in the afternoon. The sun was shining brightly and the birds were chirping. There were a few people walking hurriedly with bags on the road in the community. They were already accustomed to cars and were not curious.
Yan Zeyang said a few words to the driver and the car quickly left the garden.
Wen Xin followed Yan Motou all the way up to the third floor.
They walked up the stairs next to them. The sunlight shone on her and she was in a very good mood, so she skipped and jumped up the stairs. There was no one around, so she pulled his hand and asked him to lead her. Yan Zeyang scolded her in a low voice, asking her to be quiet and walk carefully.
But he still pulled her up.
When Wen Xin opened the room on the second floor and walked in, she was stunned.
It’s not that she had never seen a renovated house, but in this era, renovated houses were really rare.
The house has four bedrooms and a living room, covering an area of two to three hundred square meters. The decoration inside the house is quite tasteful, with a feeling of combining Chinese and European styles. There are mahogany sofas and furniture, a ceiling fan, a telephone on the coffee table, and carpets and furniture, all in trendy European style.
Wen Xin turned around in surprise and opened the door of the bathroom next to her. In that era, there were very few indoor bathrooms. Even in the Kyoto Military Region, in a small building like the Yan family's, there were only squat toilets and no bathrooms.
But here, there is actually a ceramic bathtub, and the bathroom space is also very large. You can look out the window while taking a bath. The scenery outside the window is still very beautiful. The winter sky is particularly high and blue. At a glance, the sky outside is clear.
I went to take a look in the kitchen and found that things were not fully stocked and it looked like no one had ever cooked, but the room was very clean, without any dust or signs of permanent residents.
“The house is so big!”
As soon as she came in, Yan Zeyang closed the door, walked to the wine cabinet, opened the door, and took out a bottle of red wine. He heard Wen Xin's surprised and happy exclamations, and she kept commenting, "This house is great, it has a bathtub and a shower!"
“European-style white wardrobe!”
She ran to the window again and tiptoed to look into the distance. The house was large and spacious, and the scenery outside was excellent. There were no high-rise buildings at all, and there was basically nothing blocking her view when she opened the window.
The bedrooms were covered with soft white sheets and quilts. The sunlight was shining through the windows, shining warmly on them, and they were warm to the touch.
When Wen Xin returned to the hall, she saw Yan Zeyang calmly opening a bottle of red wine and slowly pouring the wine into a glass.
Wen Xin rushed over and looked at the wine glass in Yan Zeyang's hand. The red wine in it was like a rich natural red jadeite, which splashed into the glass, and the color was clear and dazzling.
It's good wine.
Yan Motou looked up at her as he poured the wine. He saw her come closer to smell it and look at the year on the bottle. He leaned on the table beside him and muttered softly, "Although it's 1976, you can drink it. If it's 1982..."
"What in 1982?" Yama asked suddenly.
"Red wine." Wen Xin said casually.
Yama frowned. Although he was in love, his observation ability was still online. He looked at Wen Xin, a probing look flashed across his face, and then he handed the cup to Wen Xin.
Wen Xin took it pretentiously, and he looked at her slightly.
She smelled it first, then turned it around, holding the cup and looking at the hanging wall on the glass. She looked for a long time before slowly taking a sip. After taking a sip, there was a mellow taste of almonds and violets between her lips and tongue.
Although it's not from 1982, it tastes great too.
Yan Zeyang leaned against the wine cabinet, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then squinted his eyes and looked at Wen Xin, watching her quietly sip the wine one sip after another, then turn the glass upside down until there was no drop left, and then scoop it down.
Yan Zeyang: "..." He began to doubt if he was thinking too much and overestimating her? But compared with her current self and her warm archival experience, the gap is obvious, both in personality and other aspects.
He had long been suspicious about how a palace maid aunt, who was influenced by the remnants of feudalism, could cultivate Wen Xin into such a character. But now it seems that the difference is even greater than he imagined. Thinking back, in fact, since she came to the Yan family, she has never been embarrassed about many things, as if she was used to it. Her behavior and speech are also different from those of the people around her.
Wen Xin stared at the cup and thought, this brand of red wine of this vintage will become less and less in the future. It is very expensive, so of course not a drop can be wasted.
…
After drinking the red wine, she burped contentedly. Only then did she remember to ask, "Is this your friend's house? Is it okay for us to live here?" Wen Xin asked curiously.
"Just live here, don't ask so many questions." Yan Mo threw his coat on the mahogany sofa. He was wearing a white shirt and standing next to the mahogany wine cabinet, like a wine model. He frowned and put the wine glass on the table, staring at him with his warm little eyes.
Don't blame her for her lust for food and sex. The touch of her elbow in the car just now was so huge. Thinking about it now, Wen Xin's face turned red. I don't know if it was because she drank too much or what.
When Yan Zeyang looked up at her, her moist little face was already flushed. She pulled at her dry red sweater that she had worn all day and said to him, "I was squeezed on the train and sweated a lot. I want to take a shower, okay?"
Yan Zeyang immediately stood up and asked, "Well, can you use the water in the bathroom?"
Wen Xin immediately shook her head. Are there water heaters in this era? Or solar energy? She didn't know, so was she supposed to burn it herself?
"I still want to take a bath..." Wen Xin said as she followed him.
"Why take a bath? It's so cold, don't catch a cold." Yan Zeyang rolled up his sleeves and said to her with a frown.
"It's not that cold. I want to soak in the bath for a while, is that okay? My body feels sticky and uncomfortable." Wen Xin hurriedly pulled his sleeve and begged. How could Yan Zeyang resist her so much that he asked her to dilute the bathtub water inside and out.
"How about we take a bath together? I'll be on top and you'll be on the bottom. Can you hold me while we bathe?" Wen Xin joked with him with a smile. She looked around and found that the bathtub was big enough for two people to lie down in. It seemed that they could also have sex in it. They faced each other, she was on top and he was on the bottom. She held both sides of the bathtub, and then...
Or she could also be facing him from behind, with her warm and tender little face, rosy little mouth, looking at him with all sorts of thoughts in her mind.
Yan Zeyang was busy releasing water and almost fell into the water when he heard it.
"What nonsense are you talking about? What about a bath together? Is this something a girl should say?" Yan Zeyang scolded her. He coughed and said, "The water is ready, let's take a bath." After saying that, he walked out of the bathroom. He walked very quickly. He walked out of the door in two or three steps and closed it with a "click".
Wen Xin curled her lips. Why is she pretending to be so serious? Who was that person who saw her last night, holding her with both hands, with eyes turning green, biting her and sucking on her, unable to leave?
…
There was nothing in the bathroom, only two towels and a piece of soap. Wenwen didn't use the soap. There was soapberry extract in her system. This thing was very convenient to use, with a faint soapberry fragrance. It would produce foam when rubbed slightly with hands. It had a certain cleansing effect. The key was that it was pure natural and non-irritating. It was very useful for shampooing or as a shower gel.
She washed her hair directly with soap nuts, dripped several kinds of essential oils into the bathtub, stepped in and sat down to soak. It had been a long time since she had a bath alone and she missed it very much.
The water had a warm scent of essential oils and a comfortable water temperature. She hung her hair outside the bathtub to dry, closed her eyes and began to feel drowsy.
She didn't wake up until there was a knock on the door and she felt the water was getting cold.
"Warm, warm? Did you fall asleep? What took you so long?"
Wen Xin climbed out of the bathtub with sleepy eyes. Just as he was about to go out, his foot slipped and he fell in.
Yan Motou, who was outside, had a sullen face when he heard a frightened scream from inside the room, as if someone had fallen down. His face changed and he hurriedly pushed open the door. He saw Wen Xin lying on the ground with her head down, her hands still supporting her on the ground pitifully, her buttocks raised high on the edge of the bathtub, and her legs still splashing in the water.
The beautiful back and slender waist were like a beauty valley, curved into a heart-stirring curve, but Wen Xin's hands were hurt from the fall. She could neither get out nor go back. She was sobbing and almost crying. She had never been so embarrassed before.
Yama opened the door and walked over quickly. He immediately bent down, put one hand through her chest and around her back, and held her round buttocks with the other hand. He carefully tested her and saw that she was not in pain, then he picked her up like a child.
He quickly left the bathroom, carried her directly into the bedroom, and put her on the bed. Before coming, he asked someone to clean up the house. The bed and quilt were new, washed and dried in the sun.
After putting her on the bed, he immediately pulled the quilt over her and covered her with it.
Wen Xin was about to cry, so she stretched her hand out from under the quilt. Yan Mo took a look and saw that her palm was a little red, but the skin was not broken, just a few scratches.
If someone in the army got a little skin scratched like this and put his hand in front of him, he would kick him out. A man, with blood and tears and bones of steel, why would he cry out in pain? Is a little skin scrape considered an injury?
But a warm and tender little hand like cream was stretched out in front of him to show him. When he saw the red spot, his heart ached, it really hurt.
But he said, "You deserve it! I told you not to take a bath, you said it was good for your skin. Now your skin is better? You're bruised." Tiantian only cares about beauty. She is beautiful enough, how much more beautiful does she want to be?
After saying that, Yan Mo turned around with a cold face and walked out of the door. Wen Xin heard the door outside slam shut.
After a while, he came back with disinfectant in his hand.
I saw Wen Xin still sitting there, tears in her eyes, rubbing her hands, like a little animal licking its wounds.
So pitiful.
What would she do without him around? Yama felt that he had brought back a troublemaker. He sat next to her with a cold face, took her hand, and disinfected her palm. The skin was not seriously broken, just a few scratches, but they were quite red. Her skin was tender recently, so a little injury would be shocking.
While wiping the wound, he looked up at her. Wen Xin looked at her hand and then at Yan Mo's head. He glanced at her coldly. Wen Xin pursed her lips. Did he have any sympathy at all? She fell down and he didn't say a single good word.
Still saying that? Is this what a boyfriend should say? In modern times, she would have said goodbye to him long ago.
It was just that things were different in this era. She refused to accept but didn't say a word. He held her little hand in his and carefully applied the ointment a few times. Wen Xin felt pain and pulled back. As she pulled, he looked at her and said, "Be gentler. You rubbed it so hard and it hurts me. I'll apply it myself." After saying that, he went to grab the cotton wool in Yan Mo's hand.
As soon as she tried to grab it, the quilt slipped off.
Looking at the flawless white jade with snow-capped mountains dotted with cherry blossoms in front of me, when it moves it is like turbulent waves and huge waves.
Yama's eyes suddenly became dim.
I remembered the tender and sweet taste I tasted last night, and her unbearable cries. He pulled her wrist towards him.
Wen Xin had just put the cotton wool water on her hand, but he pulled her and the thing in her hand fell to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
Yan Motou licked his dry lips and looked at her, "Are you injured anywhere else? Let me take a look..."
Wen Xin looked at him aggrievedly and said, "Yes, I think my knee hit the edge of the bathtub, look." Then she lifted her legs from the quilt and showed her knees to Yan Mo Tou. She pointed to the injured place, but he saw her snow-white and smooth legs from her knees.
I barely managed to hold back my nosebleed.
"Where else?" he asked calmly.
"And the back, my waist seems to be stretched." After saying that, Wen Xin put her hands on her chest and let go of the quilt to show him her back. A large area of the beautiful woman's snow-white back was exposed, as breathtaking as a pile of snow. She was half sideways, and although her breasts were not red, they were faintly visible, which was a beautiful sight.
Yama looked at the crystal clear beauty sitting on the snow-white sheets in the sunlight, with skin as white as mutton fat, a willow-like waist and a small butt, with all the flesh where it should be.
At that moment, he couldn't help but reach out and hug her from behind, leaning over to kiss her cheek, and whispered hoarsely, "Where else, let me rub it for you..."
Soon, a warm voice could be heard from the room in the afternoon, "Where are you rubbing? Don't bite me too hard, you devil! Be gentle..."
…
In the afternoon, Yama felt refreshed and contentedly pulled Wen Xin downstairs.
The two of them went out in a hurry and didn't bring any spare clothes. It took Yan Motou a long time to coax them down to buy clothes and have a meal.
Wen Xin pouted. She openly tried to hook him up for a bath together, but he refused and gave her the cold shoulder. Well, she fell down, with her butt and legs sticking out, and she was injured. He then became frivolous and suddenly hugged her, kissing and hugging her, grabbing her as if he wanted to suck her into his stomach.
She was in pain, uncomfortable and frightened, but he held her tightly. Wen Xin was tossed around by him and kissed by him, and she sobbed and almost cried out of grievance.
What is Yama? It must be the beast Yama, right?
Wen Xin's eyes were still red when she came out. When Yan Mo saw someone was there, he squeezed her hand, then let go of her hand. He slowed down his pace to match hers, walking one in front of the other.
She was still wearing the red sweater, but her shirt was wet and couldn't be worn anymore. She followed him while swinging her sleeves. He looked back at her from time to time, and frowned at her casual way of walking.
Luzhou is much more fashionable and open than Kyoto. When Kyoto was in full swing, few people dared to wear red clothes on the streets, but in Luzhou, many people wore them in all kinds of styles. Some people even wore long skirts in this weather, and some people had colorful silk scarves. It can't be said to be very fashionable, but at least people dared to wear them.
The biggest difference is cars. There are still relatively few cars in Kyoto, let alone sedans. But in Luzhou, there are obviously more cars. It is not uncommon to see cars parked in groups of three or two on the road.
It seems that Luzhou is developing faster.
The most important thing is that Luzhou is close to the port, where all kinds of foreign companies and Hong Kong goods are popular. Where there are sellers, there are buyers. With many buyers, people naturally become more open in their clothing.
The red sweater on Wen Xin is a bit eye-catching in Longzhou, but it is very common in Luzhou. Three or four out of ten passers-by are wearing red.
Although the streets still looked shabby to Wenxin, with low houses on both sides, the atmosphere felt much freer.
Yan Motou did not take Wen Xin to a place like a department store, but instead took her to a Hong Kong goods counter.
All the products sold there are from Hong Kong.
Before she went in, Yamatou stood at the door waiting for her. When she approached, his eyes were unusually gentle, and he said to her in a coaxing tone: "Go in and buy whatever you like. Don't ask the price."
When Wen Xin heard this, she immediately smiled, nodded, and walked in happily assent.
Of course, the attitude of the store clerks is a hundred times better than that of state-owned stores. As soon as you enter the door, they say "Welcome".
Even Hong Kong products in this era are a bit tacky in style and colorful, but compared to not liking any of them, there are always two or three good ones out of ten.
Wen Xin selected very carefully and picked out several pieces, including two coats, which would not look tacky even if they were put together in the future. She also picked out a coat for Yan Zeyang.
Although Hong Kong goods do not require invoices, the customs duties are very expensive. All the clothes added up, it would cost more than 800 yuan. Wen Xin was shocked that a coat alone cost 180 yuan, and Yan Zeyang's coat was even more expensive.
But Yan Motou didn't even blink and asked her, "Have you finished choosing?" Wen Xin nodded, and he paid the bill.
In the book, the male protagonist has private property. Although he and his father's positions and salaries are not that high, his mother left him a huge fortune. His father was demoted in part because of his mother's background. Most of this property was donated to the country.
But it is still a considerable amount of money left for the male protagonist. Not to mention a few pieces of clothing for Wen Xin, it would be no problem for him to support three or five more of them.
Wen Xin watched him pay the bill without blinking an eye, and then left the house. She quietly asked him, "Hey, don't you feel bad buying so many things?"
"Why are you feeling sad?" Yan Zeyang glanced at her and said, "Stop thinking about it every day."
"But you definitely can't save that much money from your salary. The money may be from your father or left to you by your mother..."
Yan Motou paused for a moment, then said, "This money was originally meant for me to marry and have children."
Wen Xin is actually rich. She now has two thousand yuan in her hand. It is no problem for her to spend the money she earns on her own, but she feels inexplicably happy to spend the money he uses to marry and have children. It would be great if he is willing to give it to her. When she is happy, she wants to reach out and hug his arm.
Yan Zeyang immediately glared at her, looked at the street full of people coming and going, and said in a deep voice: "Didn't I tell you? No pulling or tugging is allowed outside. Walk behind me and keep a distance."
Wen Xin: "..." She understood the logic, but she really wanted to refute. Now she was paying attention to the distance, but why didn't he pay attention to the distance when he was sucking her vagina in the room just now? No matter how she pushed him, he wouldn't let go, as if he wanted to eat her.
It is said that those who are abstinent are either gentlemen or beasts, and now she doesn't know which one he is.
After walking for a while, they passed by a foreign company. Wen Xin pulled Yan Motou in. After choosing for a long time, they bought two sets of super sexy underwear, which were very close to modern styles. Although Yan Zeyang was far away, he could see clearly which one she bought with just one glance.
He went to pay the bill with a gloomy face.
I turned around and asked her, "Why do you always wear such underwear?" In this era, women who wear sexy underwear are like fickle women, and men subconsciously think that she is going to cheat on him.
Wen Xin immediately smiled and replied: "Because I want to wear it for you to see. We are just the two of us in the room. I will put on my underwear for you to see. I can also show you how to take off my underwear. Do you want to see it..."
She saw Yama's Adam's apple move slightly with a dark face.
Wen Xin silently let out a "puff". Men were so easy to coax. So what if he was a demon? He was still in her hands and she could do whatever she wanted with him.
Sure enough, Yama didn't say anything else.
…
After putting the things back, Wen Xin was a little hungry. There was nothing in the kitchen at home, so Yan Zeyang took her little hand and said he would take her out for dinner. The two of them were sweet and affectionate on the deserted street in the community. Even though Yan Zeyang was very careful about the distance and influence he had with his female comrade outside, the affection and intimacy between lovers could not be concealed no matter what, as she was right beside him.
He subconsciously wanted to touch her, even if it was just to pull her arm, stroke her back, or pull her braids. There was no way to completely suppress the natural desire to protect her and touch her.
So when Wen Xin ran in front of him, he couldn't help but pull her arm to ask her to run slower. When her little hand touched his slender fingers, he couldn't help but hold her in his palm. She poked his back from behind and took advantage of the fact that there was no one around to hug his waist and act coquettishly.
Yama placed his hands on the small hands clasped together on his abdomen, struggling with his reason, but still reluctant to pull her away.
So the two of them looked very sticky and sweet, walking all the way, and finally went to a restaurant for dinner.
Wen Xin was wearing a thin white high-necked tight sweater that outlined her perfect figure and breast shape, slim jeans, and a loose-knit gray jacket on the outside.
She didn't comb her long hair. She noticed some people on the street had their hair done in a princess style, with most of it hanging down her back. She was too lazy to comb her hair, so she just grabbed a handful and tied it up on top of her head, leaving it that way.
She looked pure, cute, and slightly sexy, but Yama kept asking her to button up her coat, but she didn't listen to him. The coat looked better with it open.
As a result, he pulled her to a place where there was no one around and fastened them on her one by one with his own hands, covering her breasts tightly.
Wen Xin: “…”
I didn't expect that there was a Western restaurant in Huzhou. It's called Western restaurant, but it actually just sells coffee and light meals. It can't be compared with later generations, but Wen Xin was still very happy.
Sitting near the brown glass window, Wen Xin looked at the menu and ordered a steak set. In this day and age, having steak is good enough. Although Yan Zeyang doesn't like Western food very much, he still ate slowly with Wen Xin holding a knife and fork.
Fortunately, the surrounding environment is good, not noisy, very leisurely, and there is music, which feels good.
There were not many people in the western restaurant at that time. There were only three tables occupied. At another table, there were two fashionably dressed women. At first, the two of them were eating and chatting until a man and a woman came in from the door.
The man was handsome, with a rare gentle look on his face, and the woman was like a little fairy, very fashionable.
The two men were sitting not far from them. The woman said it was hot here and wanted to take off her coat. The man immediately frowned and said, "No, put it on."
In the end, the woman didn't take it off. She just sat there with her arms and legs uncovered, pouting. "I can't button it up when I leave. There aren't many people here."
"That's not allowed either. In public places, clothes cannot be too revealing."
Wen Xin: “…” What exposure? No part of it is exposed, okay?
The two women at the next table heard the man scolding that witch two out of three times the whole time, so they just focused on eating and ignored it.
"Dai Jing, look at that, is he your fiancé Yan Zeyang?" one of the women said.
The other one immediately turned around with a dazed look on his face. Why was he here?
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