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Chapter 186 There Are People Who Are More Than Thrushcrosses in the Boudoir
Chapter 186 There Are People Who Are More Than Thrushcrosses in the Boudoir ([-])
Han Zidong sat on the head of the bed, staring at the pair of attractive purple stockings.
It can be seen that Pei Zhuxuan is still a little tangled, her little hand is stuffed into a stocking, it seems that she is using her hand as a leg to simulate the effect of putting it on.
His gaze moved up with the pair of small hands, the slender white neck, pink lips, and finally slowly met Pei Zhuxuan's eyes, before Pei Zhuxuan could speak, he raised his hand and reached out to Pei Zhuxuan.
"Joohyun, why didn't you blow dry your hair?"
Pei Zhuxuan, who originally planned to drive Han Zidong out, scratched her hair: "It's not because I didn't find the hair dryer, it's almost dry anyway, so it's okay."
Han Zidong got up, took the towel from the bedside table, and sat next to Pei Zhuxuan.
"This is not acceptable, natural air drying will damage the hair quality, I will wipe it for you again."
"never mind."
Han Zidong still insisted on waving: "Come here."
Pei Zhuxuan pursed her lips. She really had nothing to do with Han Zidong, so she had to crawl out of the quilt two more steps, and sat on the edge of the bed, so that her back was completely facing Han Zidong.
Sliding his hands from the corners of his eyes to behind his ears, he gathered his hair and put it all behind his head, tilting his head slightly and shaking it.
"If your readers know that Ni is so insincere in private, they will definitely shatter the filter and shout 'You are not Do Min Joon at all'."
Pei Zhuxuan folded her hands together to gather her hair. Her thick hair naturally gathered together obediently. Han Zidong held the towel and wiped her hair one by one, starting from the end.
"Du Minjun is just prudish, and when the plot develops a little bit, his style of painting will collapse, from that cold dude to a duplicitous love fool.
Besides, no matter how indecent the relationship between male and female friends is, they are still serious! "
Pei Zhuxuan giggled: "Anyway, I can't say no to you, you have so many fallacies~"
Han Zidong's face was full of sincerity: "This is not a lie, it is the most reasonable saying of an ancient man in our country."
Pei Zhuxuan turned sideways: "Ah, don't lie."
"real."
Han Zidong stopped what he was doing, wrapped his arms around Pei Zhuxuan's waist, and hugged him tightly.
"I remember that when Emperor Xuan of the Western Han Dynasty, Jing Zhaoyin Zhang Chang, Jing Zhaoyin's words are roughly equivalent to the mayor of your Seoul city."
Pei Zhuxuan leaned on Han Zidong, tilted her head slightly, looked at Han Zidong and nodded slightly.
"He is strict in dealing with affairs, and he is cold and selfless. Therefore, some powerful people are afraid of him, so these people impeach Zhang Chang for being unpretentious and insulting to gentleness. One of them is that he thrushes his wife's eyebrows."
"Inside?"
Pei Zhuxuan didn't understand why the thrush was insulting to gentlemen.
Han Zidong did not explain the details of the so-called feudal etiquette, but just smiled and said: "So Zhang Chang argued that 'I heard that in the boudoir, there are some people who are more private than thrushes'. There are more intimate things in the house than thrush."
Pei Zhuxuan frowned: "That's right, how can you attack others with their privacy, these people are really bad."
Han Zidong sighed: "It's a pity that this has become a stain on his resume. Originally, with his talent, he might go further, but he can only stop here."
"It's just too much."
"It's just too much," Han Zidong scolded, "Actually, there is a little story in the reason why Zhang Chang drew eyebrows for his wife."
"What little story?" Pei Zhuxuan asked eagerly.
"Ms. Zhang Chang's brow has been knocked down since she was a child, leaving a small scar. You also know that the scar on her brow cannot be repaired with ancient technology. Moreover, she is still a woman, and there is a scar on her conspicuous place. Still pretty big."
Pei Zhuxuan nodded in agreement, everyone has a love for beauty, whether it is scars on the body or the scars on the face, individuals will be very mindful.
Han Zidong moved his head to the side of Pei Zhuxuan's face, and continued: "So Zhang Chang drew eyebrows for his wife, not only to cover the scar for her, but also to convey the meaning that he doesn't care about his wife's little scar at all. "
Pei Zhuxuan suddenly said: "The wife of Zhang Chang is really happy."
"That's why I said, male and female friends should not be serious, and they are not colleagues." Han Zidong glanced at the stockings beside the bed: "Zhuxuan, put on the stockings quickly, the stockings are cold... no, the fried rice cakes are cold It won't taste good anymore."
Pei Zhuxuan leaned on Han Zidong's body, buried her face inward again, stretched out her right hand, and lightly hammered Han Zidong's chest: "You are the most dishonest."
"Nene, I'm the worst, but I'm only rude to you."
Han Zidong picked up the towel and wiped Pei Zhuxuan's hair on top of his head.
Putting aside the towel, he patted Pei Zhuxuan's back with one hand, and brought the pair of purple stockings with the other: "Okay, put on the stockings, let's go out."
Pei Zhuxuan slowly got up, looked at Han Zidong, and then at the pair of stockings.
"I told you in advance, I can only watch."
"Inside."
Han Zidong nodded quickly, and silently added in his heart: his promise is only responsible for this moment.
Pei Zhuxuan sat on the edge of the bed, raised the hem of her nightgown to her knees, revealing a pair of white and tender calves dangling in the air.
Holding one end of the stockings with both hands, she glanced at Han Zidong, shook her head amusedly, and then quickly pressed the corners of her mouth. She found that since she met Han Zidong, the splayed lines on the corners of her mouth became more and more obvious.
No, she has to control her expression.
Although the calf is short, it is white and tender.
Han Zidong looked at the two silk stockings like two swimming dragons, sliding from feet to calves without any hindrance, no more than knees, until near the absolute field, and nodded in satisfaction.
Xu Songcheng does not deceive me!
Purple really is very charming.
The only pity was that the nightdress was too long, directly covering the top of the stockings, and he couldn't see the lace at all.
Pei Zhuxuan put on her slippers, stood on the floor, put her two little hands together, and tapped her fingertips restlessly: "How is it?"
Han Zidong looked over, feeling almost mean: "Zhuxuan, can you tie up your hair?"
"Oh," Pei Zhuxuan pouted and looked around, "wait for me."
After all, she ran out of the bedroom directly, and when she left, she didn't forget to close the door.
About ten seconds later, the door was pushed open again.
Pei Zhuxuan covered her face with her hands, like an ancient lady covering her face with a round fan, and walked in with small steps.
"The god of beauty descends!"
Han Zidong said with a smile.
It has to be said that wearing makeup can really magnify the advantages and modify the defects. Just by piercing a ball head, the center of vision is raised above the waist, making people ignore her height.
Just in his early 20s, it is the age that does not need any cosmetic modification at all, one word: tender!
Hearing Han Zidong's comment, Pei Zhuxuan smiled embarrassedly, put down his hands, pinched the corner of the nightgown, lowered his body slightly, and spun around like an elegant lady.
After doing this, he covered his face and ran to Han Zidong's side.
Han Zidong took Pei Zhuxuan's hand and hugged him in his arms. Pei Zhuxuan's head was buried in his chest, and his two short legs in purple stockings dangled restlessly in the air.
Hey, Xu Song is definitely a realist!
Following his heart, he stretched out his left hand, and gently placed it on Pei Zhuxuan's knee. Seeing that the other party did not resist, he became more imposing, and stretched his left hand in from under the hem of the skirt, gently rubbing the skirt. The lace edge of stockings.
Pei Zhuxuan only felt the numbness in her body, and immediately sat up straight, with her hands tightly pressed against the legs of her nightdress.
"Mo?"
Han Zidong accepted it as soon as he saw it, and finally pinched it and pulled out his left hand: "If I say that I have a strange disease, sometimes I can't control my hand, would you believe it?"
Pei Zhuxuan crossed his arms and looked at Han Zidong quietly, the words "I don't believe it" were almost written on his face.
Han Zidong chuckled, put away the idea of helping Pei Zhuxuan with popular medical science and miscellaneous diseases, and hugged him directly.
Being picked up suddenly, Pei Zhuxuan hastily hooked Han Zidong's neck: "Yeah~"
"Okay, let's not pass this time, the fried rice cake should be cold."
While speaking, Han Zidong shook Pei Zhuxuan in his arms, and the two slippers fell to the ground feebly like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
in the living room.
Han Zidong was sitting on the sofa, opening his mouth from time to time, and naturally someone forked over a rice cake.
His hands were not idle, he walked up and down Pei Zhuxuan's thigh, after a few rounds of groping, he had already found that as long as he didn't penetrate above the thigh, Pei Zhuxuan basically wouldn't resist too much, or had given up resistance.
Pei Zhuxuan was not very hungry, after eating two rice cakes, she lost her appetite and discovered new pleasures.
She picked up a piece of rice cake and stretched it to Han Zidong's mouth. She opened her mouth like "ah", Han Zidong mechanically opened her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.
Twice, she deliberately rubbed the rice cake to the corner of Han Zidong's mouth, but the other party didn't respond at all. She was afraid that the rice cake sauce would drip on her clothes, so she pulled out a tissue and wiped off the sauce for Han Zidong.
Han Zidong touched the purple silk thigh under his hand, thinking that this was probably a gift rose, and there was a lingering fragrance in his hand. Although he was massaging Pei Zhuxuan's leg, he was extremely happy at the moment.
Unknowingly, a serving of fried rice cakes was wiped out by Pei Zhuxuan's feeding.
Pei Zhuxuan put down the paper box, picked up a tissue, and patiently wiped the corners of Han Zidong's mouth.
After doing all this, she looked at Han Zidong quietly, and asked after a while, "Is it comfortable to touch?"
"Are you comfortable?" When Han Zidong replied, he didn't put down his work: "If you are comfortable, I will be comfortable."
"Didn't you say you were going to sketch a comic scene?"
Han Zidong raised his hand and made a silent gesture: "Don't talk yet, I'm capturing inspiration now."
Pei Zhuxuan shook her head amusedly, it was the first time she had heard of this strange way of inspiration, but what left her speechless the most was that Han Zidong seemed to have a morbid obsession with thighs, and he had to touch them until he had a good time before giving up.
Boyfriend likes to touch his thighs, what else can she do, she can only pamper him.
"Then tell me some stories, just like the boudoir just now..."
"In the boudoir, there are people who are better than thrushes."
"Yes, there are more thrushes in the boudoir."
Pei Zhuxuan repeated it, and she found that Xia Guo's story seemed to have a different flavor.
"Then let me tell you a story about the same time period. The protagonist of the story is Liu Xun, the emperor at that time..."
Thanks to the book friend 160130104855232 for the monthly pass
Thanks to Bingqing Yujie's smart and lovely cousin, book friend 20210405223915902, Longxi Xiaowei Li, and Xuan Guangming's monthly pass.
Thanks to the book friend 20170620205206932 for the monthly pass
Thanks to Death's left and right hand monthly pass
, Thanks to Roland Garros for the 100 rewards for the snow, and thanks for the 200 rewards for the wind and urine.
Thank you Junling Jiuzhou for the monthly pass
(End of this chapter)
Han Zidong sat on the head of the bed, staring at the pair of attractive purple stockings.
It can be seen that Pei Zhuxuan is still a little tangled, her little hand is stuffed into a stocking, it seems that she is using her hand as a leg to simulate the effect of putting it on.
His gaze moved up with the pair of small hands, the slender white neck, pink lips, and finally slowly met Pei Zhuxuan's eyes, before Pei Zhuxuan could speak, he raised his hand and reached out to Pei Zhuxuan.
"Joohyun, why didn't you blow dry your hair?"
Pei Zhuxuan, who originally planned to drive Han Zidong out, scratched her hair: "It's not because I didn't find the hair dryer, it's almost dry anyway, so it's okay."
Han Zidong got up, took the towel from the bedside table, and sat next to Pei Zhuxuan.
"This is not acceptable, natural air drying will damage the hair quality, I will wipe it for you again."
"never mind."
Han Zidong still insisted on waving: "Come here."
Pei Zhuxuan pursed her lips. She really had nothing to do with Han Zidong, so she had to crawl out of the quilt two more steps, and sat on the edge of the bed, so that her back was completely facing Han Zidong.
Sliding his hands from the corners of his eyes to behind his ears, he gathered his hair and put it all behind his head, tilting his head slightly and shaking it.
"If your readers know that Ni is so insincere in private, they will definitely shatter the filter and shout 'You are not Do Min Joon at all'."
Pei Zhuxuan folded her hands together to gather her hair. Her thick hair naturally gathered together obediently. Han Zidong held the towel and wiped her hair one by one, starting from the end.
"Du Minjun is just prudish, and when the plot develops a little bit, his style of painting will collapse, from that cold dude to a duplicitous love fool.
Besides, no matter how indecent the relationship between male and female friends is, they are still serious! "
Pei Zhuxuan giggled: "Anyway, I can't say no to you, you have so many fallacies~"
Han Zidong's face was full of sincerity: "This is not a lie, it is the most reasonable saying of an ancient man in our country."
Pei Zhuxuan turned sideways: "Ah, don't lie."
"real."
Han Zidong stopped what he was doing, wrapped his arms around Pei Zhuxuan's waist, and hugged him tightly.
"I remember that when Emperor Xuan of the Western Han Dynasty, Jing Zhaoyin Zhang Chang, Jing Zhaoyin's words are roughly equivalent to the mayor of your Seoul city."
Pei Zhuxuan leaned on Han Zidong, tilted her head slightly, looked at Han Zidong and nodded slightly.
"He is strict in dealing with affairs, and he is cold and selfless. Therefore, some powerful people are afraid of him, so these people impeach Zhang Chang for being unpretentious and insulting to gentleness. One of them is that he thrushes his wife's eyebrows."
"Inside?"
Pei Zhuxuan didn't understand why the thrush was insulting to gentlemen.
Han Zidong did not explain the details of the so-called feudal etiquette, but just smiled and said: "So Zhang Chang argued that 'I heard that in the boudoir, there are some people who are more private than thrushes'. There are more intimate things in the house than thrush."
Pei Zhuxuan frowned: "That's right, how can you attack others with their privacy, these people are really bad."
Han Zidong sighed: "It's a pity that this has become a stain on his resume. Originally, with his talent, he might go further, but he can only stop here."
"It's just too much."
"It's just too much," Han Zidong scolded, "Actually, there is a little story in the reason why Zhang Chang drew eyebrows for his wife."
"What little story?" Pei Zhuxuan asked eagerly.
"Ms. Zhang Chang's brow has been knocked down since she was a child, leaving a small scar. You also know that the scar on her brow cannot be repaired with ancient technology. Moreover, she is still a woman, and there is a scar on her conspicuous place. Still pretty big."
Pei Zhuxuan nodded in agreement, everyone has a love for beauty, whether it is scars on the body or the scars on the face, individuals will be very mindful.
Han Zidong moved his head to the side of Pei Zhuxuan's face, and continued: "So Zhang Chang drew eyebrows for his wife, not only to cover the scar for her, but also to convey the meaning that he doesn't care about his wife's little scar at all. "
Pei Zhuxuan suddenly said: "The wife of Zhang Chang is really happy."
"That's why I said, male and female friends should not be serious, and they are not colleagues." Han Zidong glanced at the stockings beside the bed: "Zhuxuan, put on the stockings quickly, the stockings are cold... no, the fried rice cakes are cold It won't taste good anymore."
Pei Zhuxuan leaned on Han Zidong's body, buried her face inward again, stretched out her right hand, and lightly hammered Han Zidong's chest: "You are the most dishonest."
"Nene, I'm the worst, but I'm only rude to you."
Han Zidong picked up the towel and wiped Pei Zhuxuan's hair on top of his head.
Putting aside the towel, he patted Pei Zhuxuan's back with one hand, and brought the pair of purple stockings with the other: "Okay, put on the stockings, let's go out."
Pei Zhuxuan slowly got up, looked at Han Zidong, and then at the pair of stockings.
"I told you in advance, I can only watch."
"Inside."
Han Zidong nodded quickly, and silently added in his heart: his promise is only responsible for this moment.
Pei Zhuxuan sat on the edge of the bed, raised the hem of her nightgown to her knees, revealing a pair of white and tender calves dangling in the air.
Holding one end of the stockings with both hands, she glanced at Han Zidong, shook her head amusedly, and then quickly pressed the corners of her mouth. She found that since she met Han Zidong, the splayed lines on the corners of her mouth became more and more obvious.
No, she has to control her expression.
Although the calf is short, it is white and tender.
Han Zidong looked at the two silk stockings like two swimming dragons, sliding from feet to calves without any hindrance, no more than knees, until near the absolute field, and nodded in satisfaction.
Xu Songcheng does not deceive me!
Purple really is very charming.
The only pity was that the nightdress was too long, directly covering the top of the stockings, and he couldn't see the lace at all.
Pei Zhuxuan put on her slippers, stood on the floor, put her two little hands together, and tapped her fingertips restlessly: "How is it?"
Han Zidong looked over, feeling almost mean: "Zhuxuan, can you tie up your hair?"
"Oh," Pei Zhuxuan pouted and looked around, "wait for me."
After all, she ran out of the bedroom directly, and when she left, she didn't forget to close the door.
About ten seconds later, the door was pushed open again.
Pei Zhuxuan covered her face with her hands, like an ancient lady covering her face with a round fan, and walked in with small steps.
"The god of beauty descends!"
Han Zidong said with a smile.
It has to be said that wearing makeup can really magnify the advantages and modify the defects. Just by piercing a ball head, the center of vision is raised above the waist, making people ignore her height.
Just in his early 20s, it is the age that does not need any cosmetic modification at all, one word: tender!
Hearing Han Zidong's comment, Pei Zhuxuan smiled embarrassedly, put down his hands, pinched the corner of the nightgown, lowered his body slightly, and spun around like an elegant lady.
After doing this, he covered his face and ran to Han Zidong's side.
Han Zidong took Pei Zhuxuan's hand and hugged him in his arms. Pei Zhuxuan's head was buried in his chest, and his two short legs in purple stockings dangled restlessly in the air.
Hey, Xu Song is definitely a realist!
Following his heart, he stretched out his left hand, and gently placed it on Pei Zhuxuan's knee. Seeing that the other party did not resist, he became more imposing, and stretched his left hand in from under the hem of the skirt, gently rubbing the skirt. The lace edge of stockings.
Pei Zhuxuan only felt the numbness in her body, and immediately sat up straight, with her hands tightly pressed against the legs of her nightdress.
"Mo?"
Han Zidong accepted it as soon as he saw it, and finally pinched it and pulled out his left hand: "If I say that I have a strange disease, sometimes I can't control my hand, would you believe it?"
Pei Zhuxuan crossed his arms and looked at Han Zidong quietly, the words "I don't believe it" were almost written on his face.
Han Zidong chuckled, put away the idea of helping Pei Zhuxuan with popular medical science and miscellaneous diseases, and hugged him directly.
Being picked up suddenly, Pei Zhuxuan hastily hooked Han Zidong's neck: "Yeah~"
"Okay, let's not pass this time, the fried rice cake should be cold."
While speaking, Han Zidong shook Pei Zhuxuan in his arms, and the two slippers fell to the ground feebly like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
in the living room.
Han Zidong was sitting on the sofa, opening his mouth from time to time, and naturally someone forked over a rice cake.
His hands were not idle, he walked up and down Pei Zhuxuan's thigh, after a few rounds of groping, he had already found that as long as he didn't penetrate above the thigh, Pei Zhuxuan basically wouldn't resist too much, or had given up resistance.
Pei Zhuxuan was not very hungry, after eating two rice cakes, she lost her appetite and discovered new pleasures.
She picked up a piece of rice cake and stretched it to Han Zidong's mouth. She opened her mouth like "ah", Han Zidong mechanically opened her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.
Twice, she deliberately rubbed the rice cake to the corner of Han Zidong's mouth, but the other party didn't respond at all. She was afraid that the rice cake sauce would drip on her clothes, so she pulled out a tissue and wiped off the sauce for Han Zidong.
Han Zidong touched the purple silk thigh under his hand, thinking that this was probably a gift rose, and there was a lingering fragrance in his hand. Although he was massaging Pei Zhuxuan's leg, he was extremely happy at the moment.
Unknowingly, a serving of fried rice cakes was wiped out by Pei Zhuxuan's feeding.
Pei Zhuxuan put down the paper box, picked up a tissue, and patiently wiped the corners of Han Zidong's mouth.
After doing all this, she looked at Han Zidong quietly, and asked after a while, "Is it comfortable to touch?"
"Are you comfortable?" When Han Zidong replied, he didn't put down his work: "If you are comfortable, I will be comfortable."
"Didn't you say you were going to sketch a comic scene?"
Han Zidong raised his hand and made a silent gesture: "Don't talk yet, I'm capturing inspiration now."
Pei Zhuxuan shook her head amusedly, it was the first time she had heard of this strange way of inspiration, but what left her speechless the most was that Han Zidong seemed to have a morbid obsession with thighs, and he had to touch them until he had a good time before giving up.
Boyfriend likes to touch his thighs, what else can she do, she can only pamper him.
"Then tell me some stories, just like the boudoir just now..."
"In the boudoir, there are people who are better than thrushes."
"Yes, there are more thrushes in the boudoir."
Pei Zhuxuan repeated it, and she found that Xia Guo's story seemed to have a different flavor.
"Then let me tell you a story about the same time period. The protagonist of the story is Liu Xun, the emperor at that time..."
Thanks to the book friend 160130104855232 for the monthly pass
Thanks to Bingqing Yujie's smart and lovely cousin, book friend 20210405223915902, Longxi Xiaowei Li, and Xuan Guangming's monthly pass.
Thanks to the book friend 20170620205206932 for the monthly pass
Thanks to Death's left and right hand monthly pass
, Thanks to Roland Garros for the 100 rewards for the snow, and thanks for the 200 rewards for the wind and urine.
Thank you Junling Jiuzhou for the monthly pass
(End of this chapter)
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