The strongest maid of SWAT crossing

Chapter 229

One of the young men went in to report, and came out after a while and said to Ai Lan with a smile: "Girl, go in, the lord is welcome!" The voice was clear and loud, and it was very pleasant. A shallow pear dimple looks very cute.

Ai Lan couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it's a pity that she is still a child, so good-looking!
Ai Lan walked into the courtyard, and saw two servants guarding the door of the main room from a distance, their appearance was even better than those two outside the courtyard door. A flash of hostility flashed.

Hey, sister didn't come here to compete with you, so why stare at her?
Ailan curled her lips in her heart, and stepped into the main room, a room with two lights and two darks. What caught her eyes was the yellow rosewood furniture. The left side was separated by a bead curtain, and there were desks and bookshelves inside. It was obviously a study room. A screen with four carved woodcarvings of agarwood is placed, a bedpost looms behind the screen, the blue curtains are faintly fluttering, and a hoarse voice similar to that of a spring cat can be heard from a man, if it weren't for Ai Lan Being able to read minds, she might really be shocked by the possible ambiguity behind the screen.

"Come here!" The man's slightly lazy voice came from behind the screen.

Ai Lan walked over calmly, and was not surprised to see Duan Wang Zhuojun lying on his side on the bed, his hair untied, flowing loosely on the side of the pillow, wearing only a white silk shirt, with a large piece of jade-like skin on his chest , the neck is slender and elegant like a swan, the collarbone is prominent, delicate and sexy, and the loose top is very intriguing.

At this time, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old man lying on the side of the bed. He also had loose hair and was only wearing a jacket. His face was flushed, and his eyes were wet and seductive. The clamoring fish.

Zhuo Jun supported his head with one hand, and walked through Ziyu's hair with the other hand, following his hair like a pet cat, and Ziyu made the ambiguous sound just because he was being patted comfortably.

When Ziyu saw Ai Lan coming in, anger flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Ai Lan as if he wanted to eat her.

Zhuo Jun thought that Ai Lan would be frightened by the appearance of him and Ziyu, but he didn't want Ai Lan to be very calm, his eyes were as deep as the waves of the ancient well, and he looked straight at them, but he didn't see them at all.

"Ziyu, get down!" Zhuo Jun withdrew his hand from stroking Ziyu's hair, and said without doubt.

Ziyu got up and saluted, then left in a hurry, and gave Ai Lan a hard look when he passed by.

Ai Lan shrugged her shoulders indiscriminately, acting like a nervous child, as if no one cares about Duan Wang!
"Come to this king's side!" Zhuo Jun narrowed his eyes and looked at Ai Lan, not missing any expression on her face, but the result was very disappointing, this girl had facial paralysis at all.

Ai Lan took a few steps forward and stood one meter away from the bed.

"Come closer!" Zhuo Jun was dissatisfied, "Aren't you a maid? You can't even help the master up?"

Ai Lan walked to the bed and reached out to support Zhuo Jun's shoulders. At this moment, Zhuo Jun suddenly grabbed Ai Lan's wrist and lifted her onto the bed. His upper body pressed her down and looked down at her wantonly. His movements are domineering, his breathing is ambiguous, but his eyes are cold.

Zhuo Jun finally noticed that Ai Lan's expression had changed, his eyes widened, and his cheeks were flushed. Zhuo Jun was satisfied, and was about to raise the corners of his lips, but unexpectedly, Ai Lan said indifferently: "My lord, although this servant has a flat chest, but the A woman who is as good as a fake."

(End of this chapter)