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

"Miss, when we go to the Lin Mansion, why do we need to bring your...um, novel?"

Hong Qian looked at the pages of paper in Su Qianou's hand with a puzzled look on his face.

Su Qianou stuffed the novel into an envelope and weighed it in his hand. "It's heavy, full of material."

Red Sign: ...

She didn't know what the material was.

She only knew that this kind of storybook shouldn't be given to anyone casually.

"Don't worry, silly girl, I wrote the first two again, so we still have the same set at home." Su Qianou pinched Hongqian's face.

"I'm not worried about that. I just think that Miss shouldn't give away this kind of novel."

Hongqian's eyes rolled and she continued, "Miss, you can give it to Gu Kuang or Lord Lin. I think it's suitable for them."

"Then what do you think I should give you, Hongqian? Silver notes? Those ceramic tea sets? Handkerchiefs? Clothes? Or something else?" Su Qianou asked her.

The red signs immediately started thinking one by one.

"Silver notes won't do. We need money to pay for our family's expenses! Those ceramic tea sets won't do either. They're priced sky-high these days. A teapot with four teacups costs a thousand taels of silver!"

"Even handkerchiefs are not acceptable. Miss's handkerchiefs are embroidered with her cheesy love words. Handkerchiefs are personal belongings, and adding cheesy love words to them is like a confession of love. I can't let Lin Xirong get the wrong idea."

"Even clothes are not allowed!"

"Miss, your clothes are unique in Shengjing. I've never seen anything like yours. Besides, it's strange for a man to want women's clothes."

Hongqian was a little dumbfounded after the calculation.

It seems that nothing else is suitable except novels!

After hesitating for a moment, I finally compromised. It’s just a few pieces of paper, so I’ll just give it to you.

If I can really get the lady's things back from Lin Xirong, it will be worth it.

soon.

We have arrived at the Lin Residence.

Man Yue, who was thrown out to guard the door, wanted to kneel down when he saw Su Qianou getting off the car.

Leading the way happily in front.

He directly brought Su Qianou and Hong Qian to Lin Xirong's Xuemanxuan.

"Second Young Master, Second Young Master!"

"The lady you are waiting for is here."

This villa is indeed different from Lin Xirong's Yunyin Pavilion.

The vines on the screen wall slant down like a green waterfall, the corridors around the courtyard, the golden carps among the rockery and scenery... every step brings a different scenery.

Lin Xirong heard Manyue's voice from afar and looked straight towards the door.

She seemed to be walking out of the light and shadow, with a rosy glow on her body, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her neck was as white as porcelain. The scenery in the courtyard was not even one-tenth as beautiful as her.

"Miss, this is it."

Manyue waved to Hongqian: Let’s go, let’s retreat.

The red sign didn't move and rolled his eyes nonchalantly: Who wants to listen to you?

"Miss Su, please sit down."

Su Qianou sat on the stone bench with a smile on her face.

"Thank you."

Lin Xirong's eyes fell on her fingers holding the teacup, lost in thought.

Her fingers are white, slender, and round, and her nails are light pink with a healthy luster.

In his dreams, he had been lifted up by these hands, brushed across his chest, and...

He couldn't help but breathe heavily and looked away.

"Why is your breathing so heavy? Are you looking at me and thinking something unhealthy?" Su Qianou put the teacup heavily on the table.

Lin Xirong suddenly came back to his senses.

"No, Miss Su misunderstood!!"

"is it?"

Su Qianou gave him a cold look.

Then he raised his hands and put them in front of his eyes. Suddenly, under the sunlight, his hands were like beautiful jade, emitting a softer luster.

"You just looked at my hand and your breathing started to get heavier. What do you want my hand to do to you?"

Lin Xirong didn't expect that his dirty thoughts were seen through. He avoided his gaze for a moment and didn't know how to explain.

Su Qianou leaned forward, grabbed his collar, and slammed him hard onto the stone table.

Lin Xirong did not resist.

Looking up at Su Qianou who was so close to him, his Adam's apple rolled again and a confused look appeared in his eyes.

Su Qianou chuckled.

"You're still saying no? Your eyes don't say that."

She loosened his collar, reached out and gently drew a circle around the outer edge of his ear, and rubbed the Adam's apple on his neck with her fingertips. "Is it like this? Or is it more than that? There are other places as well... Do you want me to cooperate with you?"

Lin Xirong only felt that the fragrance of Su Qianou was close at hand.

The places she touched felt tingling and numb, just like in the dream!

For many days and nights, he dreamed of drawing her eyebrows, feeding her snacks, and traveling with her. When their love was deep, it didn't matter where they were.

His breathing suddenly became rapid and his eyes turned bloodshot.

"Miss, can your hand..."

Su Qianou abruptly withdrew his hand, his voice cold.

"no!"

The confusion in Lin Xirong's eyes had not yet faded, and he murmured, "Miss Su..."

"You said you found something of mine? Give it to me." Su Qianou's eyes were filled with arrogance as she stretched out her hand towards him.

Lin Xirong pursed his lips, took out a jade pendant from his arms and placed it in her palm.

Su Qianou picked it up and looked at it for a moment. It was indeed exactly the same as the original owner's memory. He realized that this should be the token of identity.

After putting it away, stand up.

"Now that I've found what I left behind, I should go back."

"It's not good to always be with my brother-in-law!"

Lin Xirong looked at her silently... He didn't know how long it would take for him to see her again.

Su Qianou placed an envelope on the stone table.

"This is a storybook I wrote when I was bored. Second Young Master, you can take a look at it when you have time! You are my first reader. If you have any suggestions, you can write them down and ask your servant to give them to me..."

Lin Xirong was flattered.

It was not until Su Qianou had walked away that Lin Xirong suddenly came back to his senses.

real or fake?

real or fake? !

seriously! ?

Am I the first reader of the storybook she wrote?

Whatever story she writes is bound to be wonderful.

He certainly didn't dare to offer any suggestions, but the thought of having a servant deliver a letter to her was something he didn't even dare to think about.

When Su Qianou left the Lin residence, she quickly asked the system, "How was it? Did I show that I really like Lin Xirong? Can I reissue the item card?"

System: [Master, your performance is actually quite perfunctory. However, this system never lets you down. I can reissue you an item card.]

Su Qianou: Yeah!

……

Late at night, Lin Xirong returned to his room.

When I opened the envelope and saw the round and fat font, the corners of my lips curled up.

He planned to study it carefully. The storybook began with two lines of poetry, which looked very good.

The precious jade is as beautiful as the fragrance of orchid, and the beautiful jade maid is even more clever.

I look forward to the plum blossom reflecting the moon, and a branch will come together to fill the garden with fragrance.

The story was initially quite serious, introducing the dynasty and the protagonist's background.

But as he read on, his expression gradually changed, his breathing became rapid, and his body gradually flushed...

After seeing the line: [Forget it, I’m going to die!], she seemed to be dead, with only a thread of breath left.

Lin Xirong also roared at that time.

Come back to your senses.

Lin Xirong looked at the ground, feeling extremely ashamed and angry.

"Manyue, bring in some water."

……

After Su Qianou returned home, he found a comfortable place outside the yard, leaned back, and slowly finished writing the sequel to the story of "Charming Spring".

Hongqian helped her tidy up the papers on the table.

"Miss, do you really want to listen to Lin Xirong's advice? And even communicate with him?"

"Ah."

"Why?"

Su Qianou stretched and stood up to stretch her body. "Of course, to suffocate him to death!"

"Miss, are you referring to the suffocation of only writing to him and never meeting him?"

Su Qianou shook her head: "Of course not, I mean it literally, physically."

She chuckled, picked a grape and popped it into her mouth.

"Tell me, when my fourth sister saw her new husband would rather have sex with a storybook in the study than touch her, would she explode with rage?"

The person Su Yanhuan whipped was the original owner, and the person who fed him the poisonous throat medicine was also the original owner.

But she is the one who is in pain!

She is such a ruthless person that if she gets pricked by a cactus, she will pull out all the thorns and stab them back!

How could there be no revenge?!

She has a lot of bad intentions.

By the time Su Yanhuan was almost done, her grandmother's birthday was also approaching.

When the time comes, she will go back, walk around the mansion in her nightgown every day, steal the underwear of everyone in the mansion, and make them all in chaos!

Hey, just make noise, check it out!