Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

"Yeah." Wanwan was completely unaware and moved closer to him, pressing her little face against his.

Only then did she see that he had a blank expression on his face and the smile had long since disappeared.

She froze in place, her mind returning to her own, her heart pounding, "...Sir."

Yan Huaiming pulled her hand away, his tone flat, "Get out, I don't need you to serve me."

Not sure if he's angry.

Wanwan didn't dare to ask, so she withdrew her hand, stood up and walked out. Halfway out, she turned around and saw Yan Huaiming with his hands on the edge of the bathtub, staring at her.

Her arms were wet and stuck to her thin blouse. The light shone through the wet fabric, and he could vaguely see the outline of her slender waist.

She was a little afraid that he would suddenly attack her, and that panicked look appeared on her face again. Yan Huaiming softened a little, "Go out."

Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. She walked out quickly and pulled the curtain tightly.

The room was so hot that Yan Huaiming almost couldn't breathe.

His whole body was burning with heat.

He came out quickly, asked someone to change the hot water, and asked her to go and take a shower.

There was only a bathtub inside. Wanwan didn't know if it was in accordance with the rules, so she stood at the bathroom door for a while and asked, "Master, can I take a bath here?"

She pointed to the tub.

Yan Huaiming was standing at the table grinding ink. He looked up and asked, "Where else is it?"

She seemed too timid, so he added more gently, "Go ahead, there aren't so many rules."

Only then did Wanwan feel at ease and closed the curtain before going in.

Yan Huaiming wrote a few words and listened to the sound of water inside. In his mind, he imagined her sitting outside the bathtub, hugging his shoulders from behind, resting her head on his neck, looking dependent and submissive.

At that time, his nose was filled with the rose scent of her hair, and he could clearly feel her breath on the beating pulse in his neck.

He took a deep breath, feeling irritated and his mind seemed to be unable to think. He held the pen and stared at the curtain, waiting for her to come out.

The clothes were prepared by the Li family. They were made of gauze as thin as a cicada's wing. Wearing them would make people imagine more than not wearing them. Wanwan covered her chest, pulled open the curtain and walked out, only to see Yan Huaiming staring at her.

"Son..."

She was a little nervous about what was going to happen next.

Yan Huaiming put down his pen casually, and ink spilled over half of the paper. He strode towards her, picked her up and threw her onto the bed.

Wanwan rolled around in the quilt, feeling dizzy. She thought, Master Yan has a bad habit. If the bed wasn't so soft, her head would have been broken.

Yan Huaiming lowered the bed curtain, peeled her out of the quilt, leaned over to kiss her lips, one hand wandered over her back, and the other hand slid under the gauze into the ravine of her chest.

After a while, the curtain was pulled open by a slender white hand. Wanwan crawled out with fear on her face, but was pulled back by a pair of larger hands grabbing her calves. "Haven't you seen this before? What are you afraid of?"

Wanwan was so scared that she burst into tears. She had seen a lot of things, but she had never seen anything like this!

Yan Huaiming pulled her back under him and kissed the bright teardrop mole under her tearful eyes. "Don't you know how to do it? Show me."

She is pitiful.

Yan Huaiming sighed, "Don't cry, darling."

The next day, Wanwan woke up feeling sore all over, but Yan Huaiming was gone.

The maid heard the noise in the room and asked at the door: "Miss, would you like me to come in and serve you?"

Wanwan washed and dressed herself under the care of the maid. She was not used to being served, and kept saying thank you and trouble with a blushing face. The maid Yunzhi smiled and said, "Miss, there is no need to be so. I am used to doing this."

She tied her hair into a bun, a popular style in Beijing nowadays. Wanwan had never seen it before. She looked at it in the mirror lovingly, "So beautiful, sister, you have such a skillful hand."

She grew up in a dance studio surrounded by women, and she always subconsciously spoke sweet words to please all the sisters.

Yunzhi smiled, "As long as the girl likes it."

Someone had set out breakfast, and Wanwan ate. The maids cleaned up in an orderly manner and prepared to leave. Wanwan hurriedly asked, "When will the young master be back?"

"I...I'm waiting for him here?"

Women like them only do one-night stands, but for a woman like her who is so lustful, there is always a precedent of long-term contracts after the first time. She was nervous and didn't know how Yan Huaiming would deal with her.

She wanted to stay with him.

Which woman would like to toss and turn in the beds of different men? Almost all of her sisters had expectations and fantasies about their first men, fantasizing that they would stay longer, and she was no exception.

Besides, he is rich, powerful and really handsome. Although some parts of it don't look very good, it is really good to use.

She had a wealth of theoretical knowledge and naturally knew that he had been patiently accommodating her last night.

She just has the ability to remember food but not beatings. Even when the women in the dance studio are fighting and quarreling with each other, she still sincerely thinks that everyone is her sister.

She no longer thought about the fact that she almost lost her life at the banquet. She just felt that Yan Huaiming was a very good guest and she wanted him to stay longer, longer.

Everyone else had already left, leaving only Yunzhi. A little maid with twin buns on her hair came in with a tray. Yunzhi lifted the cloth to reveal neatly arranged silver ingots. She said, "The other side of the building paid extra silver. These fifty taels are a special reward for the young lady."

Wanwan stared at the plate of silver ingots and heard her say, "The carriage is waiting at the back door. I'll take the girl there later."

"……it is good."

Yunzhi instructed the other maids at the door, Wanwan stood in the room, and the maid with two buns stood in front of the table with her head down, wrapping up the plate of silver for her.

She looked around the room. Yesterday he was leaning against the bathtub and talking to her tenderly. He was lying on the bed kissing her and calling her "darling." Today he sent her away with a plate of silver.

Fifty taels.

She thought to herself that five taels was enough for the whole family to use for a year. The sisters in the dance studio, except for Yao Niang who got ten taels for her virginity, the others who went out to spend the night on weekdays were only rewarded with two or three taels by the better ones.

She suddenly felt a little better.

It’s okay, it’s okay, this trip is quite profitable.

She has reached the age of losing her virginity. If it isn't him, it will be someone else. He is handsome and willing to coax her at night. She doesn't feel any pain. This is a good start for her future career of welcoming men.

She slowly moved to the desk, where there was a piece of calligraphy. He had written it while standing here last night. The characters were written in a flamboyant style. She didn't recognize many characters, so she couldn't understand what he had written.

A brush was casually thrown on it, and the ink splattered over most of the paper. Wanwan hung the brush with the ink dried up on the pen holder. She picked up the paper, folded it into a small piece, and held it in her hand.

It's already dirty, he won't want it anymore.