Harvesting Yin

In the fragrant boudoir, Ruoshui covered her face with a gauze, staring at Yang Que quietly, but did not speak.

In her mind, those two exquisite words seemed to have evolved into moving notes, connected together, playing a sad and lingering tune, flying around in her consciousness.

Inside the house, the red wax was burning and swaying sadly.

Yang Que sat on the chair with a calm expression, glanced at her, and heard the sudden excited screams from the people downstairs, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a hint of self-mockery in his eyes.

Since there are programs that are more attractive to them below, even if he makes a big fuss with the oiran of Xianghonglou here, he probably won't be able to gather any snow spirits.

So until now, he felt that he was a little smart.

It was very noisy outside, and in the room, the two of them had their own thoughts, and there was no sound.

After being silent for a while, Ruoshui suddenly woke up, smiled sweetly, walked up to Yang Que, and said softly, "My lord, do you want Ruoshui to drink with you, or do you want Ruoshui to dance?"

Yang Que stared at her enchanting body for a few moments, and said with a smile, "Dancing, of course. If I remember correctly, you should do a striptease?"

Ruoshui said with a smile in his eyes, "The little girl thought that the young master was joking. But since I have already agreed to the young master, this dance is naturally to be performed."

After all, in the tulle, there was a faint charm on the face, and he picked up the long green skirt with both hands, and threw it up, and suddenly raised his slender right leg, and put it on Yang Que's shoulder.

She exhaled like blue, and moved closer to Yang Que's cheek.With a giggle, he stretched out his bright red tongue, and slowly licked his face towards his ears.She said softly, "Young master, how about this dance?"

Yang Que's body felt hot, his chest was agitated, and he said, "Is this a dance?"

The woman smiled softly, her right leg was still resting on his shoulder, and she stretched out her hand to slowly lift up the gauze skirt on her leg.With a charming face, he asked, "What about this?"

Yang Que turned his face, and suddenly touched her smooth white breasts, he closed his eyes slightly.After sniffing, he said, "It's very fragrant, but it's not a dance."

Ruo Shui's eyes flickered, and his hands slowly loosened the green belt around his waist.Then rub it gently on his face.Said: "Young master, to be honest, I like you very much."

Yang Que's body was hot after being teased by her. Hearing this, he pushed off her leg, pulled her into his arms, sat on his lap, and leaned close to her white and tender earlobe.Said: "I have never met before, this is the first time I see you. You like me?"

Ruoshui's earlobe was itched by his breath, and he rubbed against his mouth twice, Rushui's eyes showed seriousness, and said: "Although it is the first time I met you, Ruoshui feels that I and you seem to know each other already. It's been a long time, and it's like I've been waiting for the young master for many years, and I can't extricate myself when I see you today."

Yang Que stretched out his hand, followed her untied clothes, groping inside, and gradually touched the soft and firm breasts on her chest, and was about to climb up, but heard her groan, and opened her hands. The small mouth bit on his mouth, and then, the sweet little tongue quickly pushed away from his lips and got in.

Yang Que's lower abdomen felt hot, he hugged her tightly with both arms, opened his mouth, and quickly entangled with her tongue.

The breathing of the two became more and more rapid, and the movements of their mouths became more and more intense.

Suddenly, Ruoshui let out a soft moan, and Yang Que's hand went directly through her obscene clothes, grabbed the tender softness, and rubbed it gently.

"Young master, Ruoshui's whole body is yours tonight, if you like, you can play with it as you like."

Ruoshui's whole body was soft, freed from the entanglement of lips and tongue, and limp in Yang Que's arms, his eyes were intoxicated, allowing him to ravage wantonly.

Yang Que's other hand was not idle, and began to slowly stretch into the skirt along her smooth and tender thigh.

……

When the people in the Xianghong Building were immersed in the obscene tunes and extremely seductive performances, a team of more than 60 people suddenly appeared on the street in bright red dresses and holding waist knives.

In front of the team were Zhang Meimei's mother and daughter and Zhang Qian, and on Zhang Qian's right was a tall, middle-aged man with a dark expression.

"Sister, I don't know if that kid would have run away long ago. After all, he killed two people, so how could he still have the guts to stay there?"

Zhang Meimei followed on the left side of Zhang Qian, with a flattering smile on her face, but resentment shone in her eyes.

Zhang Qian looked cold, glanced at her indifferently, and said: "This is the country of daughters. As long as he kills a woman, he will not break the law. Even if he doesn't know, don't the girls around him know, why should he run away?" .”

Zhang Meimei heard the words, and said repeatedly: "What my sister said is true, but I am a little confused. Since he didn't break the law, why did we bring the guards to catch him? Why didn't Brother Yanlang go directly to catch him back?"

"Brother Yanlang, you are so affectionate." Zhang Meimei snorted coldly, remembering the time when her man was taken away by her horizontal knife, resentment suddenly appeared in her eyes, and she said, "Zhang Meimei, remember to leave me in the future." Stay away, man, the me now is no longer that Zhang Qian who you can bully at will, you better know it in your heart, otherwise, don't worry about me turning my face and denying others when the time comes!"

The middle-aged man on the right persuaded: "Xiaoqian, why bother, they are all my own sisters, why do you have to be so ruthless."

When Zhang Meimei heard this, anger rose in her heart, she stopped abruptly, slapped him across the face, and shouted: "Presumptuous! You are the one to interrupt when we women talk? What? You Did you see this bastard?"

Zhang Meimei's face was gloomy, and her eyes were instantly filled with killing intent.

The middle-aged man touched the cheek that was beaten, neither angry nor afraid, he smiled lightly, glanced at Zhang Meimei over there, and said: "Okay, I don't want to say anything, you guys continue."

Zhang Meimei smiled mischievously, a look of malice flashed in her eyes, she didn't dare to say anything more.

Zhang Qian glanced at the two of them coldly, with a look of surprise and uncertainty in her eyes, but seeing the passers-by on the street hiding aside, looking at her group in horror, her expression changed for a while, and she temporarily suppressed the emotion in her heart. Suspicious and angry, he said, "Let's go! We must catch that boy today! If you let him escape, neither of you will be able to escape!"

Immediately, she snorted coldly, her face was as frosty, and she led the city guard behind her, and rushed towards Xianghonglou in a menacing manner.

In the Xianghong Building, the guests downstairs were blushing and short of breath, watching the wonderful program in front of them, unable to control themselves.

In the upstairs wing room, Yang Que had slowly taken off Ruoshui's dress, put her on the table, lowered his head, and kissed her drunkenly.

Ruoshui's jade body was stretched out, her eyes were blurred, her cherry mouth was slightly opened, and she moaned coquettishly. (To be continued..)