Without practicing the Hehuan skill, the crazy leader has infinite charm

Nangong Xiu Lan said seriously, "I want to know how he touches you. I want my wife to touch me like that..."

Yao Jia blushed and pushed him away, "What nonsense are you talking about! That's a massage."

Are massage and touching the same?

Nangong Xiulan refused to give in and rushed forward again, "I don't care, I want one too..."

The lady felt very comfortable at that time and even smiled at the bright moon.

Yao Jia was really annoyed by him, "That's enough!"

She pushed him away, sat up again, and stared at him angrily.

Nangong Xiulan was pushed down on the bed, but she was not unhappy at all. Instead, she looked at her with a smile, "Madam..."

Yao Jia didn't want to pay attention to him, so she turned her back and said, "Go to sleep!"

Nangong Xiulan was unhappy, "My wife doesn't even hold me to sleep."

Yao Jia ignored him.

Nangong Xiulan came up from behind and held her in his arms, "My wife..."

His hand moved up from Yaojia's waist.

Yao Jia trembled all over, and suddenly reacted. She turned around and glared at him, saying sternly: "What are you doing!"

Nangong Xiu Lan's eyes, as warm as black jade, gradually became misty, and his voice became hoarse and choked, incoherent.

"Madam...sleeping in clothes...is not comfortable..."

Yao Jia was stunned and speechless for a moment.

Is he...feeling wronged?

Yao Jia was embarrassed and annoyed, but couldn't say anything to blame her. She said softly, "I don't need your help. I can do it myself."

Seeing that Yao Jia was no longer angry, Nangong Xiu Lan became bolder and remembered what he had read this morning about male virtues, which stated that a husband should help his wife change clothes.

So he said in a low and soft voice, "Let Lanlan serve the lady..."

As he spoke, his hands had already slipped into her clothes.

Yao Jia trembled all over and was completely panicked, "Stop it!"

Nangong Xiu Lan ignored him, took off her shirt, buried his head in her shoulders, and let his hands wander over her skin.

Yao Jia was embarrassed and angry, her face flushed red, "Nangong Xiulan, stop right there!"

At this time Yao Jia finally realized that something was wrong. Nangong Xiu Lan had lost his memory now, so he had relatively no sense of shame.

This body has all the physiological needs of an adult man, and he instinctively wants to have the most primitive collision with Yao Jia.

Yao Jia felt that instead of forcing him to take a cold shower, it would be better to let him learn to control himself!

He raised his hand and swung it hard at his face.

Nangong Xiu Lan was stunned by the burning pain on his face, with a blank look in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why Yao Jia hit him.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

After a while, Nangong Xiu Lan covered his cheek and said sullenly: "My wife doesn't like Lan Lan anymore..." There was grievance in his voice, and he obviously didn't realize how excessive he had just been.

Yao Jia softened her heart, but when she thought of his behavior just now, she became angry again, "I don't like it anymore."

Nangong Xiulan's eyes turned red, "My wife..."

Yao Jia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I'm tired and want to sleep. You go out."

Lin Jiang was on duty in the outer room, and his ears were perked up the whole time. As soon as she finished speaking, the door was pushed open.

Before Yao Jia could react, Lin Jiang exclaimed, "Master!"

When Yao Jia saw it, she was stunned.

Nangong Xiu Lan had blood on the corner of his mouth. He stood at the head of the bed, looking at her blankly.

"Young Master, why did you hit the young master?"

Lin Jiang walked over quickly and supported Nangong Xiu Lan.

Yao Jia looked at him with guilt in her eyes, "You are bleeding."

I've been slapped by her many times before, why is he so weak this time?

Nangong Xiulan stared at her blankly and said to herself, "My wife doesn't like Lanlan anymore..."

Yao Jia quickly jumped off the bed, walked to Nangong Xiu Lan, and said in panic: "Does it hurt a lot?" She was angry, annoyed and distressed.

Nangong Xiu Lan didn't say anything, just stared at her with empty eyes.

Yao Jia suddenly realized that what she had just said might have hurt him, and said softly, "Does it hurt? I'll take you to apply medicine."

As she said that, she was about to hold his hand.

However, Nangong Xiu Lan seemed not to feel anything. His eyes were empty. He broke free from her hand and ran out.

Yao Jia looked at his back and felt panicky, "Lin Jiang, hurry up and follow him!"

Lin Jiang hurriedly followed.

Yao Jia put on his clothes hastily, grabbed a cloak, and ran after him.

The night is deep and everything is silent.

Yao Jia followed Lin Jiang to the pavilion in the garden and saw Nangong Xiu Lan sitting on a stone bench with his knees hugged.

Lin Jiang said: "Why did you come here, young master?"

Yao Jia looked at Nangong Xiu Lan's lonely back, and for a moment, she felt that he was very pitiful.

He walked over, put the cloak on Nangong Xiulan, squatted beside him, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, does it still hurt?"

Nangong Xiu Lan didn't say anything and still kept his head down.

Yao Jia raised her hand to touch his head to comfort him, but just when she had stretched out her hand halfway, she felt that all her previous efforts would be in vain, so she withdrew her hand.

He said in a deep voice: "Alright, enough of the noise, go back to sleep!"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Xiu Lan felt even more sad. He buried his head deeper and tears began to well up in his eyes.

Yao Jia complained in her heart, this kind of situation must have made him autistic!

Yao Jia was anxious, "Don't scare me, isn't it okay if I'm wrong?"

Just when I was at a loss, I heard footsteps outside the pavilion.

Yao Jia looked up and saw that it was Lin Congmo who came.

He quickly stood up and said, "Father Lin, it's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"

Nangong Xiu Lan was also startled. He hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and stood up.

Lin Congmo only glanced at her, then turned his gaze to Nangong Xiu Lan, frowned and said, "A Lan, it's already midnight, why are you here?" His face was displeased, but his voice was very gentle.

Nangong Xiu Lan looked at Lin Congmo with a dull look in his eyes, his lips moving but no sound came out.

Yao Jia felt a pang of pain in her heart when she saw him like this. "Father Lin, I accidentally provoked him, and he is angry with me."

Lin Congmo looked at Yao Jia with a hint of reproach in his eyes, "Why are you so willful? A Lan's body hasn't recovered yet, how dare you make him angry!"

Yao Jia lowered her head and muttered quietly, "I didn't mean it."

Yao Jia wanted to say: I did it on purpose. This man was so bold and shameless that I not only scolded him but also beat him. I didn't cripple him. I have done my best!

Lin Congmo ignored her and turned to Nangong Lanlan and said, "Alan, it's cold outside at night, take care of yourself and go back to rest."

Nangong Lanlan looked at Lin Congmo with a look of grievance in her eyes, "I want to sleep with my wife..."

Lin Congmo's face froze and he felt a little embarrassed.

Yao Jia was also speechless. What was going on?

Lin Congmo coughed dryly, "Yaoyao, this is your own business, you...you..."

God, he really didn't want to care, but he had to.

"You should do what you can..."

Lin Congmo collapsed. Wan Ning, why did you go so early? A Lan, why are you so stupid? How can he tell Yaoyao about these things in the bedroom!

Lin Congmo looked at Yao Jia and said, "It's late, let's go back and rest."

Yao Jia nodded, "Father Lin is right."

Then he glanced at Nangong Xiulan and said, "Shall we go back?"

However, Nangong Lanlan did not move, "I want to sleep with my wife."

Yao Jia had a headache, "Father Lin, please go back and rest first, I will take care of it."

Lin Congmo nodded and gave a few more instructions before leaving.

Yao Jia looked at Nangong Xiu Lan and frowned slightly: "Do you know that for a man and a woman to do something like that, it requires both consent? If I don't want to, you have to endure it no matter how uncomfortable it is, otherwise it would be disrespectful to me! Don't care!"

Nangong Xiu Lan looked at her with confusion in his eyes.