Of course Zhenliang is talking nonsense. She feels that even if she is possessed by Ju Mei, she will not let herself be hungry and choose what to eat. Any man will do.
Her big dream of leaving the palace was shattered this time, and she didn't know how to describe her feelings.
I have already cried. Although the tears on my face are still wet, I can no longer shed a single tear.
The effect of the charm potion has gone away, her heart feels ice cold, and her whole body is no longer hot and uncomfortable.
If there is still a chance before returning to the palace, who can she rely on to help her get rid of her innocence?
Among the familiar people, apart from An San, she could not think of anyone else.
An San has a clear and resolute attitude, and she definitely can't count on him. So, should she consider a strange man?
Maybe, a strange man is better?
Half sincerely and half playfully, Zhenliang looked at An San and asked, "Third Master, is there a place like that in the capital? It's the Nanfeng Pavilion, just for waiters?"
In modern times, Ma Ryo accidentally read in a book that there were male concubines in ancient times, just like concubines. Because their status was lower than concubines in Qinglou, there was often only a blank space in front of the Nanfeng Pavilion that was open.
The plaque...
Zhenliang is thinking about whether she can patronize the waiter she likes and let him serve her?
Hearing this, An San's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes darkened.
Zhenliang thought he didn't understand, and was about to explain further when the man's big hand slapped her butt hard, making a crisp "pop" sound, and he gritted his teeth.
"There is no need to do this and humiliate yourself. Your innocence has already been destroyed by me."
An San even wanted to yell at Zhenliang: I can only destroy your innocence as a woman in this life.
However, he could only roar in his heart at the words that were destined to be ridiculed and despised by her.
Zhenliang rolled his eyes at An San in disbelief, "Liar, do you think I am a three-year-old child?"
"Fool," An San said without moving his hand from Zhenliang's buttocks, but gently squeezing it, "Did you forget that I put my finger in it?"
Zhenliang's eyes widened in shock. Indeed, his finger had gone in, and it even seemed that the whole finger had gone in.
Because Zhenliang really enjoyed it because of his fingers. Although the fingers were thin and short compared to his scary guy, the principle was still the same?
Where exactly is the membrane that symbolizes chastity, and how does she know?
Just when Zhenliang was suspiciously deep in thought, Ansan seemed to be afraid that she wouldn't believe it, or that in order to make her believe and surrender, so that she would no longer consider other men, he said again, "It's broken. Just now, my
There are quite a lot of blood stains on my fingers."
Bloodshot?
Zhenliang's heart trembled. Could it be the so-called Broken Young Blood?
If An San hadn't lied, and ruled out the possibility of him hurting her, she was sure that it should be the blood of Broken Young Woman, because she had been menstruating for some days, but had not yet reached the day of her menstruation.
"Why didn't you tell me just now?" Zhenliang asked a little dissatisfied.
An San continued the movement of his hands, his eyes lingering on her beautiful figure, "How to tell? You were yelling at that time, even if I said it, you couldn't hear me."
Indeed, when An San was comforting her, her mind was completely blank. She only cared about the comfort of her body. How could she have time to care about other things?
Zhenliang's face turned red and demanded, "Which finger, show me."
"Want to see bloodshot eyes? Are you stupid? It's gone a long time ago."
Zhenliang insisted, "How could it not be there? Bring it over and show it to me. Even if you rub it, it will always rub somewhere." For example, somewhere on the mattress or quilt.
She already somewhat believed that her innocence had been destroyed, so she really wanted to see what her young child's blood looked like. She couldn't just let it pass and be lost without knowing it.
Ansan shook his idle left hand in front of Zhenliang's eyes. Zhenliang looked at it with wide eyes. His big hand was clean. Where was there any blood?
Suddenly, Zhenliang reacted and said angrily, "It's not this hand!"
There is also a hand of the dark third moving under her buttocks. Where can I take it out?
After squeezing it hard for a few times, it felt really cool and he let out a groan of comfort. Then An San lazily said, "I've already eaten you. What do you think?"
Zhenliang's face couldn't help but turn redder, and he cursed, "Disgusting. Stop talking nonsense to me."
"It's absolutely true. There's no need to lie to you about this kind of thing. Some credit can be taken and some credit can't be taken. However, in order to tell you a fact, I said what I didn't want to say."
Zhenliang's heart sank. What this man meant was that he had broken her body with his fingers. He was very disdainful and didn't feel proud at all.
He was clearly becoming more and more convinced in his heart, but Zhenliang deliberately said, "Only if you believe in me will you be the devil."
An San pointed to his mouth with his left hand and said, "If you don't believe me, come here and smell it, it still smells like blood."
Zhenliang stared at him hatefully, not believing at all and unable to accept that he would really eat her Hinako's blood.
He is not the kind of man to become a wife, he must be playing tricks on her on purpose.
The two were silent for a moment, and Ansan suddenly withdrew his hand from under her buttocks, and was about to pull the quilt to cover Zhenliang's body, but Zhenliang stood up suddenly, grabbed his arm with one hand, and boldly covered him with the other.
The avatar showed no signs of missing anything, lowered his eyebrows and said submissively, "Don't get me wrong, you helped me, I don't want to owe you anything."
Her meaning was very clear, and she would also help him dispel the charm drug in return for her kindness.
An San stared into Zhenliang's eyes. Although he wanted to accept it silently, he did not agree in the end. Instead, he forcibly peeled off her fingers one by one. He stood up and walked to the clothes he had left on the floor, with his back to
She said, "This kind of thing is still suitable for my future wife to do."
Zhenliang's eyes were hot. He looked at the man who was dressing quickly and said sourly, "I'm not worthy, am I?"
After An San put on all his clothes, he slowly said, "You will find someone worthy of you."
Zhenliang sneered and wanted to say something depressing about a dirty girl matching a dirty man. Suddenly she thought of Zhenqi and quickly said before he left, "Can you take Zhenqi away?"
An San paused in his steps, and without asking why, he turned his back to her and nodded, "That's fine, even if you eat dog meat, it won't be anyone else's turn."
Zhenliang said angrily, "You are not allowed to eat its meat, otherwise... otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
"Otherwise I will eat your flesh to avenge Zhenqi."
An San walked to the door and said, "Then I'll wait for you to come and eat my flesh next time you leave the palace."
Will there be a next time? Apart from the fact that he is willing to take her out of the palace after one year, before that, Zhenliang feels that even if he meets An San, he doesn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.
He was already determined to resist her, so why should she humiliate herself again?
