Dragon's Origin

Song Shengnan could swear that she had been with her young lady all the time, never leaving her side. Even when it came to some private matters, as a woman, Song Shengnan protected her mistress closely, never letting her out of her sight.

During the day, Wang Sheng and that foxy vixen Mei'er were looking at the courtyard over there. Her young lady seemed to have guessed they would come, having prepared a residence here long ago.

When Wang Sheng was surrounded by so many people during the day, her young lady only glanced at that side from upstairs. Song Shengnan could swear to the heavens that it was just a glance. Not a shout, not even a sound. Then Song Yan immediately retreated back into the room. Even if Wang Sheng looked this way at that time, he would only see an empty house and would never see anyone.

But how could Wang Sheng find his way here? What was even more inexplicable was that her young lady was already dressed in clothes bought from Dream Workshop, waiting for something. Did she already know that Wang Sheng would come? Or did they have some secret means of communication?

"I'm here to find someone!" Wang Sheng smiled gently at Song Shengnan, then walked straight in, ignoring Song Shengnan's reaction.

Just as Song Shengnan was about to stop him, her body suddenly went numb, and she couldn't move. She heard a faint, old voice saying, "They haven't seen each other in a long time, why are you stopping them? How tactless!"

Wang Sheng had already walked away, and even the door he had just opened was gently closed. Song Shengnan stood there, unable to move, her face covered in beads of sweat. She wanted to shout, but no sound came out. She wanted to move, but her whole body seemed to be frozen.

What kind of terrifying expert was this? Song Shengnan's heart was filled with fear. Was Wang Sheng going to do something to her young lady? Was he seeking revenge? The more she thought about it, the more terrible the consequences seemed, but she couldn't do anything except sweat.

Before her eyes, Song Shengnan felt like the room had changed. Looking closely, she realized she was downstairs in the small building, sitting in a chair, but still unable to move. She could hear Wang Sheng's footsteps going upstairs, and the footsteps were so leisurely.

This was Wang Sheng's first time at this courtyard, but it was as if he had been here a hundred times. He went upstairs familiarly, walked to the door, and gently knocked twice.

The door opened, and a slender hand reached out, grabbed Wang Sheng's collar, and pulled him in. Wang Sheng didn't struggle, and followed the hand into the room.

As soon as he stood still, the door was closed. Then Wang Sheng smelled a familiar fragrance, and two arms wrapped around his neck. Lips touched another pair of soft, tender lips, and a small clove tongue was already reaching over.

Wang Sheng reached forward and hugged Song Yan's slender waist, kissing her fiercely, not letting go for a long time.

After a long time, their lips parted, and they gasped for breath. The kiss had almost left them breathless.

"Long time no see!" After finally catching his breath, Wang Sheng smiled and said to Song Yan, "Are you okay?"

"Not good at all!" Song Yan gritted her teeth and said, "I saw an annoying guy with a beautiful woman looking around everywhere during the day. I'll cut him up sooner or later!"

"It's not just one." Wang Sheng also laughed, "Not far away, there's a Prince's mansion with hundreds of beauty of disastrous level, I usually sleep there."

This sentence seemed to stir up a hornet's nest, and Song Yan immediately went crazy, pushing Wang Sheng far away. Wang Sheng had just stood still when Song Yan pounced on him again, pushing him back again. Behind him was an embroidered bed, and Wang Sheng sat directly on the bed, but Song Yan still wouldn't let go, pushing him again. Wang Sheng could only lie down.

Song Yan leaped up and straddled Wang Sheng's stomach, glaring at him fiercely. Then she smiled, like a flower in full bloom.

"Do I look good in this?" Song Yan sat up, opened her arms, and showed the clothes on her body to Wang Sheng.

"Good-looking!" Wang Sheng laughed, "You're beautiful, you look good in everything!"

"You're not allowed to move!" Song Yan was very satisfied, then lowered her head fiercely and kissed Wang Sheng's lips again. At the same time, she used her hands to tear Wang Sheng's clothes to pieces.

Next, Song Yan always took the initiative, like an empress, always maintaining the position above, and thoroughly enjoying herself with Wang Sheng several times, until she was so weak that she had no strength left, she still stubbornly crawled on Wang Sheng's chest, never letting Wang Sheng get up and press her down.

"I see you're honest!" Wang Sheng's pure Yang aura made Song Yan very satisfied. This showed that even though Wang Sheng had hundreds of beauties around him who were willing to let Wang Sheng do anything, he didn't cross the line at all.

Some of the Song family's secret techniques allowed Song Yan to easily determine whether Wang Sheng was indulging in women through this method.

Pillow on Wang Sheng's arm, Song Yan put one leg on Wang Sheng's stomach, and drew circles on Wang Sheng's chest with one hand. After a while, she suddenly asked, "Are Shengnan and the others okay?"

"Shengnan?" Wang Sheng was stunned, then reacted. It should be that female guard, he hummed, "It's okay, the old Daoist has a sense of propriety, they will be unable to move for a while at most, there will be no danger."

For so long, Song Shengnan had not made any sound or movement. How could Song Yan not know that Wang Sheng's people must have restrained her? Thinking that Wang Sheng, this fiancé she recognized who fell from the sky, had struggled from a lone commander for several years and became a big figure who could sit on an equal footing with the various princes, Song Yan also sincerely felt proud for Wang Sheng. In the end, she didn't misjudge him.

"How have you been these days?" Only at this time did Wang Sheng ask about Song Yan's situation. Speaking of which, Wang Sheng was a little ashamed, but Song Yan was as proactive and crazy as a queen as soon as they met. Even if Wang Sheng wanted to exchange pleasantries, he couldn't do it in that scenario.

"I have the final say in Song, what do you think?" A flush appeared on Song Yan's face, and she asked Wang Sheng in a very proud tone.

"So it's the female Song Duke in person, I've been rude!" Wang Sheng also joined in the fun, responding with a smile, causing Song Yan to be happy for a while.

"Guess what I'm doing in the capital?" After joking, Song Yan asked Wang Sheng with a smile.

"It's nothing more than those few things." Wang Sheng replied without thinking, "Royal Grand Theater, Royal Symphony Orchestra, Royal Academy of Art." Speaking of this, his eyes swept over the sexy underwear that Song Yan had just taken off, and then said, "By the way, take a look at Dream Workshop, to see if the Yan character of Rouge Pavilion is Song Yan's Yan character, right?"