Prepare to show off your skills and slaughter these men who think they are the masters. This is the place where money and joy are exchanged, the home of gentleness for men, and the treasury of women.
Yes! This small street, which passes the archway, faces the river, and is less than a mile long, is the flower street that makes men happy and wives hate it.
In the elegant pavilion of Baihua Building, the sound of the piano like flowing clouds and flowing water slanted out from the attic. Lying on the soft floor inside the attic was a man with a lazy expression, his starry eyes half-squinted, and his slender fingers were slightly curled.
He gently tapped the soft body under him, as if he was beating the rhythm with the music of the piano, and seemed to be doing whatever he wanted.
In front of Ruantan, a gorgeous woman with half-dressed clothes was concentrating on playing the piano, but her charming eyes that seemed to be seducing kept glancing at the man on Ruantan.
"You're distracted, Yan Ji." A low and lazy voice came from Luantao.
"It's not all because of you. You haven't come to see me for so long. I think they thought you had fallen in love with a girl from somewhere." The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and Yan Ji stood up from the stool, walked to Ruantan, and followed
She moved lightly, and a fragrance floated in, which immediately made people feel relaxed.
"I'm here right now. I know you'll feel relieved and lonely when I'm not here." A wicked smile touched his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. He stretched out his long arm and touched the face that was leaning on the side.
Ji La fell into his arms.
"Well, how are you?" Yan Ji fell into his arms that would make all women fall in love.
Her pretty face was flushed with an intoxicating blush, and her weak, boneless hands gently caressed his chest.
"Don't you like it?" His slender arms were wrapped around her waist, and one hand had already penetrated her open skirt...
"You're so evil. You asked questions knowingly...ah..." Yan Ji couldn't help but moan happily.
"You are still so sensitive." His deep eyes were half-squinted, staring at her expression of love within a moment, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. How many women threw themselves into his arms, how many women wanted to
He fought to a bloody head.
But that woman, whenever he thought of her betrayal, his heart would weep with blood all the time. Even though so long had passed, he still could not forget her betrayal, nor could he forgive her for abandoning her.
Yan Ji couldn't help but reach out to pull his belt. At this moment, a gasping sound suddenly came from outside the door.
"Don't you even have eyes when you walk? It's true." A voice said unhappily.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Another one said with a panicked voice.
"Be careful next time you walk," the unhappy man said.
"Yes." They seemed to have finished speaking, and footsteps sounded.
When Tang Liefeng heard the sound, his expression suddenly changed. He suddenly reached out and pushed Yan Ji away from him, and stood up on the soft bed.
"Master Tang, where are you going?" Yan Ji, who had been so aroused by him, never thought that he would push her away at this critical moment, so she couldn't help asking urgently.
But Tang Liefeng seemed to have not heard her call and ran towards the door as fast as a whirlwind.
Was that the voice that spoke just now? Her voice, her appearance, and her every smile had been deeply engraved in his heart.