Meng Xun took off Zhao Wan's stockings, revealing a pair of white and tender little feet.

He poured some medicinal wine into his palm, rubbed it on the girl's delicate ankles, and rubbed it lightly in a pretentious manner.

Chunyue thought that the tea in the room was almost gone, and the young lady had just come back from outside, so she must be thirsty. Moreover, the second young master was a guest, and she couldn't let him come to help rub her feet but not even have a cup of hot tea.

So, she said to Zhao Wan on the bed: "Miss, are you thirsty? I'll go make a pot of hot tea, you and the second young master wait in the room, I'll be back soon."

Zhao Wan was indeed a little thirsty. She had just scolded Meng Xun, which made her angry and her throat a little dry.

She nodded: "Go."

After Chunyue left with the teapot, Zhao Wan glared at Meng Xun and retracted her foot. She scolded: "I didn't sprain my ankle at all, why are you rubbing it?"

"You have to do the whole act to be more convincing." Meng Xun pulled Zhao Wan's little feet over and continued to rub her, "Are you tired of walking with your body? Let me rub it for you."

Zhao Wan raised her leg and kicked Meng Xun's hand away, angrily saying: "Who wants you to rub it, you shameless man, get out of here quickly and don't stay in my room for long." His hand

was kicked away, Meng Xun raised his eyes to look at Zhao Wan, thinking to himself, this little girl actually still has a temper.

He suddenly leaned over, close to her fair cheek, and whispered threateningly: "You still scold me, do you want me to kiss you again?"

The man's warm breath brushed on her face, frightening Zhao Wan so much that her body stiffened, and her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

She pursed her lips and stammered: "I... I didn't." Her

puffy cheeks and shy look really made people's hearts itch. Meng Xun lowered his head and kissed her shamelessly.

Zhao Wan was stunned, her beautiful eyes widened, and she raised her palm to slap Meng Xun again.

Meng Xun glanced at her from the corner of his eye and grabbed the girl's slender wrist.

He held the back of her head, held her soft lips and licked and kissed them gently.

The tip of his tongue swept across her lips, and after pecking and sucking for a while, he pried open her teeth, reached in, and used the tip of his tongue to hook her soft tongue and play with it.

A lady like Zhao Wan rarely had contact with men. The only man she had really had contact with was Meng Xun, and that was the night in Bozhou two months ago.

She had no experience in kissing, so how could she be a match for Meng Xun.

Soon she was defeated and let the man's big tongue sweep in her mouth, hooking her tongue and sucking it.

For a while, the ambiguous sound of water echoed in the silent house.

The saliva in their mouths mixed and was swallowed into each other's stomachs.

Zhao Wan's eyes were misty, her cheeks were flushed due to lack of oxygen, and her breathing was rapid.

Seeing that she was a little short of breath, Meng Xun estimated the time and felt that Chunyue should be back soon, so he let her go with reluctance. Zhao

Wan opened her rosy little mouth, panting coquettishly, her breath like orchids.

Her rosy lips were stained with a layer of shiny saliva, which looked wet, lewd and seductive.

Meng Xun gently stroked her wet lips with his fingertips, and his stomach felt a little hot.

He didn't expect that she would taste so sweet and make him unable to stop.

There were footsteps outside, Meng Xunying frowned and immediately withdrew his hand.

He straightened his face, picked up the milky white socks and put them on Zhao Wan.

Just at this time, Chunyue came in with a teapot. She called to the two people in the inner room through the beaded curtain: "Miss, Second Young Master, I have made tea. Would you like to have a cup while it's hot?"

Meng Xun put Zhao Wan's feet back into the quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt for her, stood up and said: "No, I have already picked up the bones for my sister-in-law. I have things to do in the shop, so I'll take my leave now."

Looking back at Zhao Wan with a pink cheek on the bed, Meng Xun turned around, lifted the beaded curtain and walked out.

After hearing what he said, Chunyue couldn't force him to stay. She bowed to Meng Xun and said respectfully, "Thank you, Second Young Master. Take care."

"Yes."

Meng Xun nodded slightly and strode out the door.

Zhao Wan stared at the tall and straight back of the man through the pearl curtain with resentment, secretly cursing that this lecher would pretend to be calm and leave every time he flirted with her.