Wang Quan stared blankly at Miss An in front of him.

The waist-length green silk is tied up on the top of her head by a phoenix crown with emerald hollow gold strands. A necklace of heavenly palace locks protects her thin neck. On the outside of the red satin robe embroidered with gold patterns is a gold silk magic mirror, and the exposed thin wrists are wrapped with fixed rings.

She was wearing silver, red pants and a red skirt, and a pair of bright red embroidered shoes.

When Wang Quan looked at her, on her bloodless white porcelain cheeks, behind the red silk scarf covering her eyes, he could vaguely see his shadow reflected in the bloody pupils of her dark eyes without any whites.

She bent her knees slightly, put her hands on her waist and made a blessing:

"Mr. Wang~ This little girl is not talented, please give me some advice~~"

Wang Quan opened his mouth, and after a while he came back to his senses and murmured: "Is this... a wedding dress?"

"Yes~~" Miss An turned around in a circle, "Do you like it?"

Wang Quan rubbed his chin, "Then when are you going to get the marriage certificate?"

He could only cover up his nervousness by pretending to be calm.

"There is no such thing~~"

Wang Quan raised his eyebrows, "What about the wedding ring? There is a saying that you have heard of. All relationships that are not for the purpose of marriage are hooligans. I respect this saying quite a bit."

This is the excuse he gave himself for being single for so many years.

"No~~"

"Then you have to take a wedding photo."

“There’s no camera either~~”

Wang Quan chuckled and waved her over to sit down, "It's okay, I have it."

When the two Miss Ans on the left and right sat obediently next to him, he took out his mobile phone, switched it to selfie mode, raised one hand up and said, "Come on, smile~"

The two Miss Ans looked at each other, rested Zhen's head on his shoulder, and looked in the direction of the phone camera with a gentle smile.

"Three! Two! One! Eggplant!"

Click——

A "wedding photo" of a man and two women has been released.

Wang Quan opened the photo album and saw two girls on the left and right whose looks exceeded the upper limits of human beings, smiling gently.

The girl on the left wearing a wedding dress has happiness in her eyes.

The girl on the right wearing a red cheongsam has contentment in her eyes.

The man in the middle smiled like a chrysanthemum and made a V with his left hand, which was very incongruous with the other two girls.

Turning off the camera, Wang Quan continued to play with his phone.

The two Miss Ans looked at him tenderly, as if they couldn't get enough of him.

But after five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes... he was still looking at his phone.

Miss An, who was wearing a red cheongsam, grabbed the phone and threw it aside. "Time is tight and the task is heavy. Mr. Wang, is it time to work hard and please us quickly?"

Wang Quan sneered and said: "You have to give me some mental preparation, right? At least wait for the atmosphere to heighten... Ouch, what are you doing?"

Before he could finish his words, Miss An in red cheongsam grabbed his legs and threw him onto the bed.

A wicked smile appeared on her face, "What else do you think we can do?"

Wang Quan said sternly: "It's important, I'm afraid you two won't be able to withstand the firepower I've accumulated for twenty-seven years. Besides, I'm also blessed by taking drugs."

Miss An, who was wearing a red cheongsam, had a smile as bright as a flower, "Mr. Wang, have you heard this poem?"

Then she recited a poem, "A golden needle pricks the pistil of a peach blossom, and I dare not raise my voice and frown secretly~~"

Wang Quan opened his mouth, his eyes pure and upright, "What does this poem mean? I am uneducated, it doesn't mean I don't understand."

Miss An, who was wearing a red cheongsam, had a provocative look in her eyes, and then she stroked her delicate hands down her curves.

Wang Quan's eyes subconsciously followed the direction of her hand, and then stopped at the knot.

Then, the knot was pulled apart.

Miss An's face turned red, but her eyes were provocative, "The meaning of that poem is... we are not human beings, and we are not afraid of needle sticks."

"Pfft~~"

Miss An, who was wearing a red wedding dress, covered her mouth and smiled softly.

"..."

My aunt can tolerate it, but my uncle can’t either!

Wang Quan felt a burst of anger spurting out from the Tianling Cap!

He gritted his teeth and said, "Woman, you are playing with fire!"

Miss An, who was wearing a red cheongsam, raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Stop talking nonsense and take it off for me!"

Wang Quan: “Humph↓”

Just take it off!

As he took off his clothes, he secretly made up his mind.

Today! Let them see what it means to be masculine!

............

after a while--

"Then what...can you turn off the light?"

"No~~I can't see you if I turn off the light~~~"

"Oh well......"

............

After some time——

"I can't do it anymore, let me slow down first..."

Someone made a squealing sound.

"Mr. Wang~The little needle is about to break~~"

"Fuck! Come again!"

............

After some time——

"Slow down! Let me slow down! Qiuli paste!"

"No way~~It's still dark~~"

"No! My skin is broken! I'm bleeding!"

"That's our blood~~"

"No! I can't use the needle anymore! The needle can't hold it anymore! Spare my life..."

............

"What the hell is this?!"

"Tentacles~~"

"..."

"Oh... be gentle, it hurts..."

"Okay~~~"

............

Wang Quan had a dream.

He dreamed of representing his country on the stage of the World Cup finals.

He touched the ball!

He broke through with the ball!

He picked up the ball!

Referee! Where is the referee?!

Some people don’t call handball!

Black whistle! Black whistle!

What? No referee?!

He started to break through!

Right! Attack the right!
To be continued...