Female Queen: My wife is Aunt Wu

Chapter 11
"No...no, I'm not crying, it's just that there is dust in my eyes and I feel very uncomfortable." Wu Zhaoniang said while rubbing her eyes.

"Ashes? Then let me blow it for you!" As he said that, Pan An held her down, leaned forward and blew gently into her eyes. This gentle behavior also made Wu Zhaoniang obsessed, and she enjoyed it to her heart's content. His tenderness.

After blowing for a few times, Pan An let her go and asked with concern: "Are you feeling better?"

"Okay...much better." Wu Zhaoniang blushed and nodded.

"That's good." Pan An smiled slightly, stood up and continued to stir-fry.

And Wu Zhaoniang just watched quietly, looking at Pan An's handsome face, the sweat flowing down her face, everything was so perfect and beautiful.

The complaints and dissatisfaction in my heart melted away in the tenderness just now.

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In the evening, after taking a bath, Pan An came out of the bathroom and saw Wu Zhaoniang, who had finished her bath first, sitting on a stone bench in a red pajamas, lying on the stone table looking at the snow dragon in a daze.

The evening breeze blew, and her thick long hair was fluttering in the wind. The thin clothes were also blown, and the smooth shoulders of the white clothes were exposed, showing a slight hint of temptation.

Pan An walked over gently, came to Wu Zhaoniang's back, put his hand on her shoulder, and asked: "Why don't you go back to the house? What are you thinking about sitting here?"

Wu Zhaoniang's body trembled, then she relaxed again, still looking up at the moon, and said: "The moonlight is beautiful tonight, I want to sit here and see more."

"Moonlight!" Pan An raised his head and looked at the moonlight. It was indeed beautiful. The crescent moon was curved and exuding white light. It was hazy and mysterious, with a hint of temptation.

"Yes, it is indeed beautiful!" Pan An sat down, holding his chin with one hand and admiring the moonlight.

However, Wu Zhaoniang's eyes fell from the moon and shifted to his face.

Just as she was fascinated, Pan An suddenly asked: "Do you have any wine?"

Wu Zhaoniang was furious and replied hurriedly: "Yes, do you want to drink?"

"I want to drink a little, not too spicy. I... rarely drink," Pan An said.

"Well, I'll get it." After saying that, Wu Zhaoniang stood up and walked to the cellar.

After a while, she came back, holding the wine jar in her hand and pouring wine for Pan An and herself.

Wine in ancient times was very strong, not to mention that this was the wine from Wu Zhaoyue's family. After drinking eighteen bowls of wine in a row, "three bowls are not enough"!

Pan An picked up the wine bowl and carefully took a sip. It was soft in the mouth, then spicy.

After just a small sip, Pan An's face suddenly turned red. Although the wine was not that strong, it was still quite powerful for a person like him who was not good at drinking.

Looking at Wu Zhaoniang again, her fair face has become more delicate and charming, but she is much better than Pan An. She can easily finish a bowl of wine, and then another.

"Keep on drinking by the way, touch it!" Seeing that Wu Zhaoniang was about to drink, Pan An stopped her.

The two clinked their bowls against each other and drank the whole thing in one gulp.

"Ah... cool!"

"Cough cough cough... it's so spicy!" Pan An stuck out his tongue and felt uncomfortable. This thing was really hard to swallow after one bite.

Wu Zhaoniang smiled, "I'm a bad drinker, this is already the softest wine."

"Isn't there fruit wine in ancient times? It seems I can only drink that." Pan An said with a sigh. "Then drink less. After all, I'm going to sleep soon, and it won't be good if I smell of alcohol." Wu Zhaoniang said.

"Well, then stop drinking and go to bed!"

After putting the wine jar back into the cellar, Wu Zhaoniang returned to the room and saw Pan An lying on his side on the bed, supporting his head with one hand and looking at her, looking a little confused.

"Sleep, why are you lying down like this?" Wu Zhaoniang asked doubtfully.

"Can't sleep, it's a bit hot." Pan An tugged on his collar, Wu Zhaoniang's face turned red and her heart beat faster at such a flirtatious behavior.

"Then...I'll go to sleep first."

She spread the floor and lay on it with her back to Pan An.

Pan An stretched out his long legs, rubbed her back with his feet, and said, "Get up, go to bed, the ground is very cold."

"It doesn't matter. The bedding is very thick and my body is very strong." Wu Zhaoniang turned her back to him and remained motionless.

At this moment, Pan An was getting drunk. Although he only drank a bowl, he was still a little tipsy.

He kicked Wu Zhaoniang again in dissatisfaction and urged: "Come up here, we are husband and wife. We sleep on the same bed. Why are you always avoiding me? Don't you want to sleep with me?"

Listening to Pan An's drunken words, Wu Zhaoniang understood that it was useless to say anything at this time, so it was better to pretend to be asleep. If he pretended to be asleep, he would definitely stop making trouble.

So Wu Zhaoniang closed her eyes, pretended to fall asleep, and did not reply to Pan An.

Pan An screamed for a while and saw Wu Zhaoniang ignoring him, so he said to himself: "Are you asleep? It's so fast! Forget it, since everyone is asleep, I won't be polite. Anyway, you are me Wife, I can do whatever I want."

Listening to Pan An talking to himself, Wu Zhaoniang couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She thought he would go to bed obediently, but from what he heard, it seemed that he was restless.

The next second, Pan An was heard getting off the bed, and then Wu Zhaoniang felt a chill on her back, the quilt was lifted, and a hot body pressed against her from behind.

Wu Zhaoniang's whole body tensed up immediately, and her heart was pounding violently.This was the first time that I was so close to a man. I was so nervous.

Wu Zhaoniang didn't dare to move, open her eyes, or speak. She didn't dare to do anything now. If she was found to be pretending to sleep, the situation would be very embarrassing.

Lying on his wife's bed, hugging his lolita wife, Pan An was very satisfied at the moment. After so many days, he could finally hug his wife.

Although Wu Zhaoniang is a short lame, her skin is white, tender and smooth, and she smells good, with a light body fragrance exuding all over her body. She is simply a perfect breast lolita.

"It smells so good, honey, smell it good~" Pan An buried his head in her neck and took a deep breath, saying with a look of enjoyment.

Both hands were restless and wandered around wantonly.

Faced with such a situation, Wu Zhaoniang was completely stunned. This was something she never dared to dream of. Her handsome husband actually took the initiative to seduce her?

Just when Wu Zhaoniang was in shock, her arms suddenly tightened, and then she heard Pan An say in surprise: "(⊙o⊙)Wow, you really can't tell a person's face, even though my wife is a lolita."

Facing Pan An's praise, Wu Zhaoniang was ashamed but also a little happy. It seemed that she was not useless and could still get praise from her handsome husband.

While caressing her, Pan An turned Wu Zhaoniang over and looked at her shy and beautiful face, with those rosy lips that he wanted to admire.

"This is the first time I've kissed a girl. It would be nice if you were awake." With that said, Pan An lowered his head and kissed her lips.

(End of this chapter)