He's obviously the villain, but the heroine is all for him?

As long as I can serve Lingyun well tonight.

She took out the key, opened the door, and brought Ling Yun to her bedroom.

"Mr. Ling, should I wash first or you... Ouch~"

Ling Yun took her hand and came to the bedside. Chu Yao fell to the ground because of unstable center of balance.

"Mr. Ling, you hurt me."

Chu Yao covered her hands with tears in her eyes. When she raised her eyes, she saw the young man's indifferent expression.

"Take off."

"Mr. Ling, you should take a bath first..."

"I'll say it again, take it off!"

Chu Yao was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up and hung her coat on the hanger. After she unbuttoned her shirt, Ling Yun pulled her back.

"You don't need to take off your outer clothes, just take off your inner clothes."

At this moment, Chu Yao seemed to have guessed the style Ling Yun liked, and she obediently unbuttoned her bra and knelt in front of him obediently.

Ling Yun looked down at her condescendingly, and that brilliance made him want to play with it for a while.

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After Ling Yun had satisfied his masturbation urge, he pulled her into the bathroom.

There is also a large bathtub in Chu Yao's bathroom. It seems that she likes taking baths very much.

Seeing Ling Yun staring at the bathtub, Chu Yao understood and walked over to lie on the edge of the bathtub, turning her back to him and turning on the faucet.

I have to admit that Chu Yao understands his thoughts very well. With just one look from him, this woman knows what to do.

But this seductive look, although very tempting, is still quite immature.

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Chapter 11 Special Cards

In the suburbs of the imperial capital, Wang’s family.

Neither Wang Tianba nor Wang Hao could imagine what was happening in their own home.

Ling Yun stood in the bathroom, lowering his head to admire Chu Yao's skills.

He had plenty of theories, but practical experience was almost zero. Whether it was Ye Hui or Bai You, they were only able to make contact with small hands, and were not as bold as Chu Yao.

However, if Ling Yun made this request, they probably would not refuse.

Suddenly, Ling Yun frowned. Chu Yao, who had been paying attention to his expression, quickly let go and asked cautiously, "Mr. Ling, did I hurt you?"

"It was scratched."

Ling Yun rubbed her smooth cheeks. Chu Yao was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, but the maturity she displayed was incomparable to her peers.

But her skin and figure show her youthfulness.

"Has the water been put away?"

"almost."

Chu Yao stood up and turned off the faucet. The young man took this opportunity to hug her from behind...

"Mr. Ling, is this okay?" the woman asked in a tender voice.

"Not bad, it seems your mother really taught you some real skills."

A hint of self-mockery crossed Chu Yao's face. She was indeed a woman obsessed with money and greed, and she was always trying to get ahead of others. Her mother had always told her that most people's destinations couldn't even touch others' starting points. Especially for women like them, who could only climb up at all costs.

However, we must stick to the bottom line and never hand it over without meeting someone who is truly qualified.

Her mother had done the same thing back then, relying on her innocent body and alluring allure to earn Chu Chunqiu's early trust and affection. But she'd missed the mark by a single step, ultimately failing to bear a son, a fate tantamount to a death sentence in a family so devoted to inheritance. If she had been Chu Chunqiu's official wife, then having a daughter as the first child wouldn't have been a problem, and she could have had more children later.

But unfortunately, the Chu family and the Wu family were married. Before the eldest daughter of the Wu family and Chu Chunqiu reached the appropriate age to get married, the Wu family would never allow her to continue to have contact with Chu Chunqiu.

Before her death, her mother was tortured by illness and repeatedly told her not to forget what she had said.

She even suspected that her mother was poisoned by someone from the Wu family, but there was no evidence to support her suspicion.

Her thoughts returned to reality, and she reached out to test the water temperature and found it was just right.

"Mr. Ling, please go in first. It's ready now."

"Ah."

Ling Yun stepped into the bathtub, lay in the water comfortably and closed his eyes.

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The rustling sound attracted Ling Yun's attention. He glanced and saw the bright red tattoo on Chu Yao's back.

"You have a tattoo?"

Chu Yao turned around and looked at Ling Yun: "Yes, Mr. Ling, this is what I went to see on my 20th birthday."

"Any idea?"

Ling Yun's face was calm, his arms resting flat on the edge of the bathtub, his fingers moving rhythmically.

"This is a peony, and it was my mother's favorite flower back then." She also stepped into the water and nestled in Ling Yun's arms. "I asked a sister outside the school to help me with the tattoo."

The young man said nothing more and gently stroked her smooth back with his hand.

"Chu Yao, I won't marry you."

The woman's body suddenly stiffened, and then she looked at him with a forced smile: "I am not worthy of Ling Shao."

"After Wang Tian is completely done with, I can let you manage the building materials company. You don't have to worry about the funds. You need to show me your ability. If you really don't have the talent, then just stay home and wait for me to come over and dote on you occasionally."

Chu Yao pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

She was different from her mother. After seeing her mother's tragic experience, she was not interested in marrying into a wealthy family. All she wanted was a promise, a promise that would allow her to live a good life.

But on the surface, she still needs to pretend to be sad. After all, which woman doesn't want the man who took her virginity to marry her?

"Mr. Ling, can I help you rub your back?"

Ling Yun nodded and sat up from the bathtub.

The night gradually deepened. Ling Yun lay on the big bed. Chu Yao, draped in a gauze, knelt behind him and pressed his shoulders.

"Mr. Ling, is the strength okay?"

"good."

Ling Yun rested his head on his hands, and Chu Yao's technique was gentle. Although she couldn't press the right acupoints, it was still quite comfortable.

"Would you please turn over?"

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Ling Yun put his arms around her slender waist and kissed her red lips.

The taste in her mouth was pleasant, like an indescribable floral scent, and combined with the hot steam sprayed in, it felt a bit tingling.

Ling Yun clenched his hand, which was lying flat on the bed, into a fist. He had never experienced this feeling before. He wanted to make a sound, but was afraid that Chu Yao would laugh at him.

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Ling Yun felt a little dry in the mouth. He really didn't know what else Chu Yao's mother had taught her daughter. She was really good at it.

Seeing that he wanted to get up, Chu Yao also knelt on the bed obediently, took his hand and asked him to sit opposite her.

"Mr. Ling, I hope you can give me the most unforgettable experience."

The young man said nothing, but hugged her, took off her thin veil, and pressed her under him.

Chu Yao slightly spread her legs, placed her fists on her chest, with a look of anticipation and shyness on her face.

"Do you have a condom?"

"It's okay." Chu Yao shook her head. "It's my safe period now, you can do whatever you want."

[Don't worry, brother. Chu Yao doesn't have any strange diseases. And if you don't want her to get pregnant, Xiaoxi can help!]

Ling Yun almost forgot that Xiaoxi was watching the whole game. Fortunately, his system guide was a girl, otherwise it would have been really annoying.

I don’t know if the “protagonists” who carry the old man with them feel uncomfortable.

"Please put on your stockings."

"Eh?" Chu Yao was ready for him to enter, but she heard this: "The one I'm wearing today is dirty. I have a flesh-colored one."

"Go get it."

Ling Yun suppressed his impulse and sat aside.

Chu Yao immediately got out of bed and found her favorite pair of flesh-colored hollow stockings in the bedside table.

She really likes the feeling of wearing stockings. The feeling of having silk wrapped around the thighs, which is airtight, and having a sense of restraint when walking is very comfortable.

But at the same time, she also knows the temptation of stockings to men, so she basically doesn't wear them when she goes out. Only when she is in her room will she dress up beautifully and do things she likes.

Today she was going to meet Ling Yun, so she specially changed into this outfit, which she also called "combat suit".

"Xiao Xi, if I fail to resist the temptation and stay inside, are you sure you can help me stop it?"

"I can't stop my brother from coming out, but I can help him remove a certain active substance without damaging his source. As long as he doesn't want to, then no matter how he has sex with the other sisters and aunts, it will be fine!"

After hearing Xiaoxi's words, Lingyun also breathed a sigh of relief.

Wearing it and not wearing it are two completely different experiences, and this is his first battle, so naturally he wants to resolve it quickly rather than rushing it and leaving regrets.

Chu Yao didn't know what he was thinking. After changing her stockings, she crawled to his side again, hugged him and kissed him.

"Is it okay, Master Ling?"

Looking at the pattern on the stockings on her legs, Ling Yun reached out and pinched them.

It's silky smooth with a hint of friction, and paired with her elastic skin, it's definitely a set that increases attack speed.

He leaned his head under the bed, found her high heels, and put them on her.

Attack speed shoes + attack speed socks, with his current combat power of 26 points, who knows what kind of bloody storm will be next.

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Not long after, the woman under him seemed to have welcomed something. Her beautiful legs in high heels and stockings tightly wrapped around his waist. With a long cry, her body spasmed for several seconds before stopping.

This process was also quite torturous for Ling Yun. He almost followed suit, but in order to experience the beauty of it more, he adjusted his rhythm with deep breathing.

"Mr. Ling, you are really amazing."

Chu Yao's forehead was already covered with sweat, and her hair was wet. Her pretty face was flushed, with a sense of satisfaction and happiness.

After a short break, the two scored twice.

"How do you know if I'm powerful or not?" Ling Yun looked at her with amusement.

"My mother said that she..."

Suddenly realizing that a big shot from a noble family would be involved, she blocked her mouth in time.

"You won't tell me?" Ling Yun frowned. "If you don't tell me, I won't move."