Chapter 69 Taking Off Clothes

"This is my record of revenge."

Ning Yuan glanced at the book and said proudly.

Shen Yan: "..."

He could hear her inner voice, so he naturally knew that she would make marks on a notebook, but what he didn't expect was that she would actually bring it to the wedding night and use it as a bargaining chip.

He ignored her and just pressed her on the bed, forcing her to look up, and then lowered his head and kissed her again.

This time he kissed her very urgently, which was completely different from before.

After all, their past was separated by a barrier called the barrier between men and women.

Even though she didn't care much, he also had some yearning for it, but he would still be entangled and retreat.

But now, the two of them have finally become husband and wife with the red ribbons all over the sky, and from then on, anything he does with her is considered reasonable.

The touch of the person in his arms had never been so real.

Her breath, her temperature, her tenderness when she was close to him, all made him so happy that he temporarily abandoned his rationality, and felt that his whole heart was being filled up bit by bit.

The kisses poured down her body like a drizzle, and Ning Yuan couldn't help but close her eyes and climb onto his back.

When the corner of the book hit his back unexpectedly, she was suddenly shocked to realize that she had unconsciously complied with him. She hurriedly turned her face away and said, "I... I'm warning you for the last time, don't do anything rash."

"It works very well. Everyone I wrote about has already suffered a great loss!"

"...You, if you do this again, be careful that I will write about you too!"

He was impatient and grabbed the book with his backhand, and slowly pried open her slender fingertips.

With a "pop", the book fell to the ground.

He leaned over and bit her lips lightly, and said in his usual cold voice with a hoarseness, "You can try it."

She subconsciously raised her hand to pick it up, but he held her hand and lifted it together with the one he had been holding before, raised it over his head, and clasped it on the pillow with one hand.

It was like interrogating a prisoner.

However, the chains that held up her hands were replaced by a man's slender jade-like hands.

"Shen Yan..." Ning Yuan gritted her teeth and glared at him.

With such a beautiful face with a rosy face, the glare looked more like a coquettish resentment.

Shen Yan raised his hand and threw her a golden hairpin, lowered his head, bit her ear, and his warm breath fell on her ear: "Call me brother."

Ning Yuan pursed her lips and said nothing.

There was another sound of a hairpin falling to the ground.

"If you don't call me once, I will throw you one."

Until her black hair was all gone.

His hand lingered from the neck to the front of his body, passing the thinnest part of his waist, as if he was stroking a piece of smooth silk. It was

the first time that he caressed her in the name of love, but she was shackled by him, unable to refuse or stop him. She could only tremble slightly, and her whole body seemed to have turned into a pool of spring water, and her thoughts gradually became chaotic.

It was not until the moment of his finger invasion that she was startled. This book is exclusively compiled by the LK team for you. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked into his eyes.

I don't know when there was a smile in his eyes.

Ning Yuan quickly closed her eyes and avoided his sight.

Wuwu, this person is really annoying.

She had confronted him several times and had seen through Shen Yan.

He was used to using force to imprison himself by his side, but he was not like the men in some novels who really treated women as playthings and only cared about venting their own desires.

Rather than possessing her, he preferred to explore her, and in the process of exploration he silently observed her, and then adjusted his intensity and speed according to her expression.

Even though she kept her eyes closed, she could still sense his line of sight.

A quarter of an hour later, Ning Yuan lay on the bed with a dead heart. The hairpins she wore today could be seen everywhere on the floor, and the complicated wedding dress had long been in disarray.

She wrapped herself up casually, curled herself up, buried her little face in the red silk embroidered with gold thread, and left only a long satin-like hair spread on the bed.

As if declaring her shame and anger.

Shen Yan washed his hands with a handkerchief, his expression very calm.

After these two experiences, he was almost certain about the future.

In the past, he had no interest in either storybooks or picture albums, and he even hated physical contact between people.

But she was different.

He would find her storybooks interesting, feel embarrassed by her inner voice, and feel satisfied just by touching her and looking at her unable to restrain herself.

She knew a lot, and he didn't want to show his weakness in front of her.

So last time, he chose to kiss her.

In that way, he could observe clearly and secretly note down the places that shocked her the most.

But her lips were soft, and he needed to find a more flexible substitute.

So this time he tried her slender fingers.

The feeling of being wrapped by her was very wonderful, and he couldn't even find a comparable feeling in his first twenty years of poverty.

He even yearned for what it would feel like when he really got her.

He walked to the bed, bent over, picked her up from the bed, and held her horizontally in his arms: "I'll take you to take a bath."

Ning Yuan suddenly lost weight, and clutched her clothes tightly, and then looked at the closet beside her.

"I haven't taken my pajamas yet." This book is exclusively compiled for you by the LK team. "There is no need for that kind of thing." He said.

His bathing room is not like the courtyard where she lived in Ning Mansion, which is only a small room, but a rather tall room, connected to the bedroom. There is no need to go out, just go around the flower stand and walk along the paved gravel road.

Ning Yuan bit her lip tightly.

The meaning of this sentence was not concealed at all.

Shen Yan glanced at her calmly and said, "Don't worry, I'm just helping you bathe."

"...I can do it myself." "

Really?"

He carried her to the misty hot spring and placed her next to the exquisitely decorated landscape.

"Well, please do as you please."

He was casual, neatly dressed, and turned around calmly, quite gentlemanly, as if the man who had just pressed her on the bed was not him.

Ning Yuan lowered her eyes and looked at the old clothes she had worn for a day, wondering if Shen Yan would let her choose between going out naked and wearing old clothes?

However, the middle clothes were tucked in between, and had neither been exposed to the outside world nor worn next to the body, so they should be relatively clean and could still be worn together.

Ning Yuan wanted to give up, and said to his back: "...Then you are not allowed to look at me, go out."

Shen Yan lifted his feet and walked out.

Ning Yuan was about to take off her clothes, but suddenly found that her hands were as heavy as a thousand pounds and could not move.

She immediately realized that this was Shen Yan's conspiracy. After hesitating for a moment, she called out to his back: "...Come back."

Shen Yan paused and turned around: "What's wrong, Miss Ning?"

"...I can't move. Did you take the opportunity to press my acupoints?"

He said "um" softly.

"I'm afraid you will struggle when you come."

"...Then you should untie it for me!"

Shen Yan showed a trace of hesitation on his face: "I'm afraid it won't work."

"It will dissolve on its own in two hours, and then Miss Ning can take a bath by herself."

...Two hours?

Wouldn't she be standing here and dying?

"But if you are willing, I am happy to help you." He added.

Ning Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears.

Forget it...

Anyway, he had seen everything he should have seen, and he was willing to condescend to help her bathe, so why would she be unwilling?

She said reluctantly: "Okay... okay."

Shen Yan walked over, stretched out his hand, and passed it around her waist from behind.

His movements were slow, and she could clearly feel his fingertips passing through the fabric of the clothes, leaving a faint numbness.

He moved forward along the waistband, stopped at the opening of the lapel, and held her waist.

For some reason, Ning Yuan inexplicably felt a sense of tension in her heart.

His fingertips moved slightly, and slowly took off her wedding dress and threw it aside.

The gorgeous red slowly fell down, like a flower tied on the grass.

It would have been fine if he stood in front of her, but he chose to stand behind her. Ning Yuan couldn't see his expression, she only knew that she was completely exposed to his sight.

The two of them were very close, so close that she could feel his breath on her neck.

There was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other behind her.

Then, he grasped her wrist, and with a little force, she fell into his arms.

Their skin touched without any hindrance.

Ning Yuan raised her hand subconsciously, and her face turned redder when she accidentally pressed a place she shouldn't have pressed. She was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to die.

She tried to break away, but Shen Yan pressed her against him and said, "Don't move."

...Don't move?

Ning Yuan then realized that her actions were no longer hindered. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Tears fell uncontrollably and she said, "Didn't you say that it would dissipate on its own after two hours? You lied!"

He raised his hand to pry open her jaw and wiped her tears with his fingertips.

"That's what self-dissolution is like. I didn't lie to you."

"It can only be dissolved by external force."

"You..." Ning Yuan didn't know how he could say this with such a thick face, "You just want to take off my clothes!"

"No, Miss Ning, I had already undressed you before I did. It was you who stood there like a log, not moving at all."

"I was even afraid that you would regret it, so I didn't dare to move too quickly."

"But you still didn't move."

Shen Yan's hand moved to her chin, and with a light lift, she was forced to look up and look at him with tears in her eyes.

"Are you... also looking forward to something?"

His voice was gentle, and there was a hint of persuasion.

Ning Yuan couldn't help but think along with his words, and found that she really didn't dare to move at all at that time.

But was this really what she was looking forward to?

She was a little hesitant, leaning in Shen Yan's arms, and couldn't help but recall her own experience. This book is compiled exclusively for you by the LK team. To be honest, during the previous intimate process with him, she was happy and enjoyed the service. At the end, she still felt a little unsatisfied.

She clearly liked being with him like this.

After a long while, she heard him ask, "Can we kiss again?"

Ning Yuan's breathing paused slightly, and she looked up to meet Shen Yan's focused gaze.

She held back her tears, raised her hands and hugged him, then stood on tiptoes, put her soft pink lips in front of him to kiss him, and then naturally opened her lips and teeth, entangled with his lips and tongue.

As they kissed, Shen Yan's hand fell on her waist, tightening more and more, while the other hand climbed up her shoulder from behind.

In the chaos, Ning Yuan seemed to sense something strange.

She couldn't help but think of the time when she and Shouxing were kneading dough together.

Shouxing was seriously making snacks for her, and she liked to dip flour in it and knead the dough as she pleased, trying to pinch or flatten the bumps on the dough.

And he was exactly the same as her.

Thinking of this, she snorted softly and wanted to separate from him.

The extreme embarrassment made her want to escape for a moment, but he held her waist tightly and would not let her escape.

Amid the mist, she felt that she had also turned into a bowl of fermented dough. Not only that, she was thrown into a steamer, and even her head was getting hotter with the hot spring water.

She leaned against his chest and begged almost in a dreamy voice: "Shen Yan... or let's... let's sleep."