Yinniang is fourteen years old this year. Because of her age, she looks relatively petite.
The little steamed bun on his chest, pink and tender, appeared in front of Wu Xiaoming's eyes, making him couldn't help but move closer and suck it like a baby.
"Don't lick it, it's so itchy." Yinniang held Wu Xiaoming's head and couldn't help but twist it a few times.
Seeing that the delicious food in his mouth was about to escape, Wu Xiaoming turned around and pressed Yinniang under him, and then a hungry tiger pounced on her.
The beauty of Yinniang lies in her skin, which is better than snow, and her innate noble temperament.
Wu Xiaoming was like a naughty boy who found a toy, but the cute little pair on his chest made him play with it for half a cup of tea. Then he thought that the most endearing thing about Yinniang was the pair of jade feet.
Licking, biting, scratching, pinching, rubbing
A pair of jade feet were held in Wu Xiaoming's arms. Listening to Yin Niang's delicate voice that kept saying it was tickling, he had the urge to crush her.
The joy of the boudoir is not enough to be compared to outsiders, and the beauty of spring is boundless for a while.
It wasn't until Yin Niang's eyes began to show spring, that Wu Xiaoming got on his horse and said lovingly: "Honey, I'm here!"
"Hey, it hurts so much"
"River Crab"
It is said that men are born with eighteen abilities and seventy-two unique skills, many of which are self-taught.
Wu Xiaoming felt that this was true. He had too many impulses in his heart and too many thoughts that he wanted to take action. Unfortunately, Yinniang burst into tears in pain, and he, an old scalper, had to stop.
Holding his little wife in his arms, Wu Xiaoming kissed her like raindrops, hoping to relieve Yinniang's pain.
Yinniang was frightened. She had never thought of doing that. It would hurt so much. She wanted to push her husband away.
"Husband, if you don't do it well next time, it will hurt Yinniang so much."
"I won't do it anymore! What should I do?"
With tearful eyes and a frightened look on Yinniang's face, Wu Xiaoming lost his impulse.
The impulse in my heart is gone, but the impulse in my body is still there. It is really painful to endure it.
Yinniang also knows what responsibilities she should fulfill as a wife.
After hesitating for a moment, Yinniang closed her eyes in shock and frightened, and groped down with a pair of jade hands. Everything ended without saying a word.
"Why isn't it working?"
"Yinniang, be good, try it with your feet."
Being a woman is really hard, she bleeds and sheds tears, and she has to satisfy her husband's bad tastes.
Yinniang is just a little loli, with a delicate body and soft body, no way she can stand up to the big bad wolf's methods.
Wu Xiaoming coaxed and lied, but Yinniang was tired of coping. She cried sometimes, laughed sometimes, and after a long time, they hugged each other and lay on the bed.
"Husband, will you love me forever?"
"Yes, I will definitely do it. My husband will always love you."
"Then I'm going to sleep with you in my arms, and you're not allowed to touch me anymore, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."
"Okay, Yin Niang, go to bed early. My husband will spare you tonight."
Holding each other in their arms, they sleep in each other's arms, with the moonlight shining through the window paper.
At night, Wu Xiaoming had another strange dream. In the dream, he became a bounty hunter and experienced one world after another.
One day, he took on a mission, which was a large-scale mission called Journey to the West.
Immortals, Buddhas, demons and ghosts, heaven and earth
This is a world where immortals and humans coexist, and demons and demons coexist. In the dream, he wanted to go against heaven, but he was blocked by the four great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism over the East China Sea.
"Guanyin!"
With a low shout, Wu Xiaoming sat up suddenly, and memories surged in like a flood.
In an instant, all the lost mana returned. Wu Xiaoming's eyes suddenly flashed with blue light, and he said with a smile: "I'm back!"
"Husband, what's wrong with you?" Yinniang was woken up and looked at him sleepily.
Wu Ming's eyes were full of complexity. Now that his magic power had returned and his memory had awakened, he could not see that the Yin Niang lying beside him was actually the incarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
"Yinniang, I want you" Wu Ming's heart was evil and he pounced directly on Yinniang.
Yinniang exclaimed, realizing that her lover seemed to be a different person, and even though she begged him in every possible way, he still ravaged her ruthlessly.
After the storm, Yin Niang cried so hard that her body was covered with bruises and bruises, and her eyes were full of confusion. She didn't know why her lover could be so cruel and still tortured her even when he begged for mercy.
On the other side, after venting his anger, Wu Ming stood up and poured a cup of tea, then sat on the bed, thinking about his relationship with Yin Niang.
Luan, Yinniang is the incarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Although it is not the original body, she is also the self-incarnation of the three corpses. It is not wrong to say that she is Guanyin Bodhisattva.
He married her and even slept with her. How could he be expected to step in and enter Buddhism to practice the joyful meditation method?
Wu Ming remained silent without saying a word. If everything went back to the beginning, he would rather kill a dog than go to bed with Guanyin Bodhisattva.
It's a pity that he woke up too late, and now it's a done deal, and this cause and effect is not easy to fool around with.
"Husband, do you not love me anymore?" Wu Ming's cruel actions made Yin Niang cry continuously.
The pain in her body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. Yinniang felt that her husband had changed his mind, otherwise how could he be so cruel to her.
"Yinniang"
Hearing his little wife's sobs, Wu Ming felt soft in his heart. Thinking of his childhood sweethearts over the years, he couldn't help but hold Yinniang in his arms and said softly: "You are a Bodhisattva in heaven, and you have endless rights and wealth.
Sooner or later we will separate, wait until"
Before she finished her sentence, Yin Niang raised her finger and touched Wu Ming's lips, blocking his next words.
Struggling to sit up from the bed, Yinniang fell into Wu Ming's arms, looked up at him, and said: "I don't care, I only know that I love you so much, and we will never be separated. Yinniang only wants to stay with you until forever."
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Wry smile, what else can Wu Ming say besides a wry smile.
Today's Yinniang is just Yinniang, she has not yet awakened her memory and magic power to become the aloof Guanyin Bodhisattva.
When the magic power returns and the memory awakens, these accompanying years are no less than a dream in the world of mortals. Dreams always have to wake up.
Wu Ming's eyes were filled with bitterness, he stroked Yinniang's smooth back with both hands, and said with a wry smile: "In this life, you have to do something to risk your life, so that you can live up to this life. What about royal power and wealth, what about being afraid of rules and regulations? These
When I think about things, I feel too sad, so I’d better drink and get drunk today.”
There is a noble Bodhisattva who willingly lets himself play with himself day and night. What else can he ask for in such a life?
Wu Ming was not frightened, so he immediately fell into bed with him. He thought that if there were flowers that could be cut straight, he would have to talk about the rest later.
At the age of seven, I met Lang Zhi, at the age of eight I met Lang Zhi, at the age of nine I was able to embroider, and at the age of ten I was able to weave.
At the age of eleven, she learned how to make clothes, played the harp at the age of twelve, recited poems and calligraphy at the age of thirteen, and became a gentleman's wife at the age of fourteen.
Asked about childhood, sweet horses and childhood sweethearts, eight years of stormy nights, who would you marry if you didn’t marry your husband?
Yinniang, who has not awakened her memory and magic power, only regards herself as a good wife. Her heart is devoted to Wu Ming, and even herself is secondary.
Days like this went on day after day, and soon three years passed.
I don't know if it was due to the fate of heaven, but Wu Ming and Yinniang never had children. Although they lived a happy life, they inevitably had some regrets in their happiness.
"Yinniang, your feet are so beautiful and so chubby, I really can't put them down."
The sun was shining brightly at noon, and Yinniang felt a little sleepy while lying on the mat, letting her little feet be played with by Wu Ming.
After playing for a while, Wu Xiaoming untied Yinniang's clothes, not caring that it was against etiquette to profess prostitution in the daytime, and started farming like an old scalper.
On the bed, Yinniang seemed to be unable to wake up. She pushed her husband on her body. When she saw that she couldn't push him anymore, she closed her eyes. She didn't know if she was going to sleep or to enjoy herself.
Wu Ming held Yinniang's body, as if he was playing with a doll, and started playing with himself without noticing the confusion in Yinniang's eyes.
Bed East, Bed West, Bed South, Bed North
The large bed, which could accommodate five people, became a battlefield between the couple, and with the continuous sprint, Yin Niang's brows slowly wrinkled.
"Yinniang, you call me twice, I want to hear your voice."
Wu Ming was working hard, rubbing Yinniang's breasts with both hands, and said without raising his head.
No one answered, and there was no gasping sound. Yinniang was completely unresponsive.
What's more, what makes him strange is that Yinniang's body seems a little stiff, and her legs are tightly clamping his waist, harder than usual.
With this doubt, Wu Ming raised his head and looked at Yin Niang, and almost softened at the first sight.
The look between her brows and eyes seemed to be angry, and Yinniang's temperament became more and more superior, giving the illusion of self-harm and shame.
Especially in his eyes, there was complexity, admiration, resentment, hesitation, and all kinds of expressions, which made Wu Ming couldn't help but think of a person named Guanyin.
"When Yinniang looked at me, her eyes were not so complicated. Could it be that" Wu Ming's heart tightened and he whispered: "Yinniang?"
Yinniang still didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.
Wu Ming also fell silent. After a few breaths, he lay on Yinniang's body and began to exercise like an old horse who knows the way.
On the bed, on the floor, by the window sill, by the desk
The whole room was a battlefield, and many of the tricks that Yin Niang refused to do on weekdays were also performed today.
From noon until sunset, the two of them didn't say a word, just enjoying each other's tenderness.
It wasn't until the sun went down in the west and the maid Cuiyun came to ask the two of them to have a meal that the war, which had no winner or lose, came to an end.
As the storm gradually subsided, Wu Ming brought Yin Niang's clothes and put them on for her one by one.
After Yinniang put on her clothes, she also followed Wu Ming's example in undressing him. Her movements were gentler than usual, and she even smoothed out the folds on the clothes with her hands.
After doing all this, Yinniang looked back at Wu Ming, opened the door and left without saying a word.
Wu Ming did not follow Yin Niang out, nor did he go to see where Yin Niang went. He just sat at the table, poured a glass of sake, and drank alone.
"The young master is not good, the young mistress, she, she flew away!"
In a panic, Cuiyun rushed in from outside, with an incredible expression on his face.
Wu Ming drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, as if he hadn't heard anything at all, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go out."
"Master?"
"go out"
Cuiyun was at a loss and could only walk out with confusion.
After Cuiyun left, Wu Ming came to the window with a wine glass, looked at the lotus pond not far away, and sang softly: "Time passes and never comes back. The past can only be an aftertaste. Recalling the childhood sweethearts and green plums, the childhood sweethearts were with each other day and night."
First there was the song "The past can only become an aftertaste", and then there was the song "Daughter's Love".
Wu Ming lamented in song, lamenting the meeting between himself and Yin Niang, lamenting the bad fate that should not have happened, and tears seemed to be shining in his eyes.
"Yinniang, will you cry for me?"
Looking at the lotus pond outside the window, Wu Ming suddenly noticed that it was drizzling outside, and it actually started to rain lightly.
Stretching out his hand to catch a drop of rain, Wu Ming suddenly smiled and said, "So, you cried too!"