The middle-aged woman straightened up, crossed her waist, raised her eyebrows, and said viciously: "You are so dirty, you can't wash it off without any effort!"
Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged woman began to toss with Xiao Man's hair, grabbing, combing, cutting, and applying potions. Xiao Man grinned and screamed in pain, almost kneeling down to beg for mercy.
I don’t know how long it took, but the middle-aged woman finally got over her troubles. She put on Xiaoman a white dress and took her into a guest room.
The exhausted Xiaoman was no longer in the mood to look at the surrounding environment. As soon as she entered the room, she fell down on the soft chaise longue next to her and fell asleep deeply.
After meeting Master Xiaoyaozi, Wen Qing walked through a secluded path and came to the door of Xiaoman's room in the back courtyard. He was about to reach out and knock on the door, but unexpectedly found that the door was ajar.
Wen Qing opened the door and walked in. Waves of lily fragrance hit his nostrils.
He glanced around the room and quickly noticed: on a mahogany chaise longue, a stunningly beautiful girl in white was lying motionless on it.
Her black hair fell on her fair and jade-like skin, shining like satin.
Wen Qing gently approached the imperial concubine and leaned over to stare at Xiaoman's beautiful sleeping face.
In the dream, he never saw her peerless face clearly
Therefore, he had made countless conjectures and predictions, but now it seems that he was wrong because she turned out to be more beautiful and charming than he imagined.
As she watched, Wen Qing's heart began to beat wildly, and her fingers wandered back and forth on her jade-like skin.
Wen Qing is 15 years old. In this world, 15-year-old men and women are considered adults. Therefore, someone has already taught him about the things between men and women.
Suddenly, the little beauty on the chair moved, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile that confuses all living beings.
An inexplicable throbbing of youth erupted from the bottom of Wen Qing's heart, making him obsessed, and kissed Xiaoman's hair, Xiaoman's forehead, and the tip of Xiaoman's nose.
Wen Qing's lips stopped half an inch away from Xiao Man's red lips. After all, the girl of his dreams was only ten years old.
Wen Qing hesitated for a long time, letting Xiaoman's gentle, thin, feminine breath stroke his lips again and again, seducing his body again and again.