The woman is not very virtuous, and the handsome man touches her hard

Su Qianou returned to the room and had just written the beginning of the storybook.

Hongqian went back into the study.

"Miss, Lin Xirong is outside the door asking to see you."

"My brother-in-law? Haha... He actually chased me here? Since he's here, bring him in."

"Yes."

Su Qianou wrote a few more paragraphs before putting down his pen.

Lin Xirong was standing in the yard, staring at the swing bed under the crabapple tree in a daze. He didn't know what he was thinking about, and his body was trembling slightly.

Red Scrape: "Second Young Master, this way please."

Lin Xirong followed silently behind.

Hong Qian took Lin Xirong to the pavilion outside the courtyard and served tea.

After a long time, Su Qianou slowly walked over.

"Why didn't my brother-in-law bring my fourth sister with him?"

Lin Xirong's body trembled again, "You call me brother-in-law?"

"What's wrong with calling my sister's husband brother-in-law?"

"No..." Lin Xirong took a deep breath, "The name is correct, I just didn't react for a moment."

"Yeah. What do you want from me?"

"My brother didn't come home last night. Is he here with you?"

Su Qianou looked back at her own courtyard.

"Yes. He's still asleep and probably won't be getting out of bed for the time being. Tonight...probably won't be returning home."

Hearing Su Qianou's words, Lin Xirong's eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him.

"Su Qianou, you still want to be with my brother tonight..."

"That's right. I'm going to favor him again tonight!"

"Then do I have a chance? I can too! I also have abdominal muscles, and my figure is no worse than my brother's! If you don't believe me, just touch it." When he thought of the passionate look on her face when he saw her kissing her elder brother in the bathtub through the crack of the door that night.

Lin Xirong's breathing became rapid.

"Oh, you can't. I don't like married men."

"I can get a divorce."

Su Qianou's glass-like eyes looked at him calmly: "That time on Suzaku Street, I just said a few words to you, but after returning home, Su Yanhuan whipped me over a hundred times, saying that I seduced you and locked me up in the woodshed..."

Lin Xirong's heart trembled violently.

I started to panic again.

"I'm sorry, I-I don't know."

"Hongqian, please show the guest out!" Su Qianou said.

Lin Xirong left in a daze.

Su Qianou: "After being moved and feeling guilty, I should at least bring a gift next time I visit you."

Hongqian: "Miss, if you want any gift, you can ask Gu Kuang or Lord Lin to give it to you."

Su Qianou smiled and said, "That's different!"

She wanted her own things.

It was the token that was snatched away by Su Yanhuan.

……

In the afternoon, Lin Yan woke up.

When Su Qianou went to see him, she saw him leaning on the bed, the blush on his face faded, his eyebrows drooped, and he looked a little fragile.

Lu Zhou was saying something to him and Lin Yanhui was listening very carefully.

"You couldn't take the medicine at all at that time. Then Miss Su came and took the temperature of your forehead, then reached into the quilt..."

Lin Yanhui's eyelashes trembled, and she raised her hand to stop Lu Zhou from continuing.

He looked up at the woman who walked in, his eyes fixed on her.

"Su Qianou."

Su Qianou walked to his bedside, stopped, and had a cold expression.

"You waited in the rain all night last night. Do you have something to say to me?"

Lin Yan glanced back at the maid behind her and said nothing.

Lu Zhou also followed the eldest young master's gaze and looked at the red sign.

Red Signature: Why are you all looking at me? Should I leave?

Then he skillfully took Lu Zhou out.

Lin Yanhui took a deep breath and clenched his fingers in his sleeves. "I've made up my mind. I want you to... paint on me!"

Su Qianou raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

"Ah."

She looked at Lin Yanhui for a moment, then stepped forward and pinched his chin: "The paint I use for painting...can't be washed off!"

Feeling the fragrance from Su Qianou's body, Lin Yanhui's cold and indifferent eyebrows suddenly showed a slight fluctuation.

"It's good that the mark can't be washed off."

"Really?"

"Ah."

After a pause, he continued, "You said that I can become your man if I have the mark. I understand now. I don't want to miss you."

Su Qianou stroked his chin with her fingers.

Looking at his slightly pale face.

"You've just recovered from a serious illness. Are you physically fit?"

Lin Yan looked back with a dark and lustful look in her eyes.

"Row."

Su Qianou then nodded slowly.

"Well, I'll give you this opportunity."

She pinched Lin Yanhui's chin, and her fingers slid down slowly. In a few strokes, she peeled off his collar, and her hands ran across his collarbone and hard chest: "Where do you want to draw? Here? Or here?"

Lin Yanhui's clothes were disheveled and his Adam's apple rolled several times.

"Chest."

Su Qianou raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "You know how to choose a place. This place is nice. I'll kiss you more often in the future."

Lin Yanhui's popularity rose again because of this sentence.

"You lie down first, and it's best to let your hair down. I like to see a man lying on the bed with his hair down, letting me do whatever I want."

Lin Yanhui pursed her thin lips, her ears blushing, but she still silently let her hair down.

Then, Su Qianou took out the painting tray.

Gu Kuang exudes the refreshing freshness of the morning mist, while Lin Yanhui exudes the elegant fragrance of green lotus.

The pattern painted by Su Qianou was still only red, sometimes deep, sometimes light, with mist lingering around the roots... like a sharp sword piercing through the clouds, except that there was a lotus flower blooming above it, which looked a bit weird.

"The painting is done."

Su Qianou poked with her finger, "With my exclusive mark, it's really a monster."

Lin Yanhui grabbed her with one hand.

"With the mark, am I your man now?"

"Yes."

Lin Yanhui's pupils were filled with darkness, and his breathing gradually became heavier: "Then can you..."

Su Qianou smiled and replied again, "Yes."

Lin Yanhui's Adam's apple rolled, his thick eyelashes trembled, and he could no longer hold his breathing. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Su Qianou cooperated by hooking her arms around his neck and spoke between gasps:

"Your brother came to see you this morning. He must have been worried because you didn't come home last night. I told him you were still asleep and couldn't get out of bed. He probably thought you weren't good at that. Otherwise, it would have been me who couldn't get up."

Lin Yan replied: "You did it on purpose!"

"Yes, I did it on purpose."

Su Qianou grabbed Lin Yanhui's shoulders and pushed him down on the bed: "Are you very angry now? You really want to prove that you are not only capable, but also particularly capable? Just say it!"

Lin Yanhui lost control and rolled over, pressing her down.

"You'll know soon whether it works or not." There was a hint of gritted teeth in his voice.

"But I like it when you say it. That way, your eyes are blurry and your voice is breathless. Don't you think it's very exciting?"

Lin Yanhui was momentarily startled by her boldness.

"I won't……"

Su Qianou smiled when she heard that, stretched out her hand to hook his chin, and took the initiative to move forward and kiss him, which made him tremble all over:

“Let me tell you one thing:

You are my first. You also know that no matter how many I have in the future.

The first one has to be impressive! ”

Lin Yanhui was stunned and his breathing seemed to stop.

Then, a shivering electric current spread throughout the body: "I will impress you."

"I'll see."

Lin Yanhui immediately covered her and kissed her.

The man, like a banished immortal, gradually sank into depravity.

Like a treasured scroll of immortals.

In the scroll, a tall, jade-like man with red ears, like a banished immortal dragged down into the mortal world by lust, muttering sweet nothings amidst his confusion and ecstasy...

I have to say, Lin Yan’s waist is really strong!

In short.

Lin Yanhui, super cool.