I have the beauty of the villain's love

As soon as Zhou Lang entered the room, Yun Zhuang closed the door behind him.

Yun Zhuang's room is just like hers, with bright red everywhere, even the gauze that wraps the candles, and bowl-sized peonies embroidered with red thread.

Zhou Lang walked to the table and saw a round fan pressed on the table. On the round fan was a beautiful woman wrapped half of her body in red gauze. The beauty's eyebrows were very similar to Yun Zhuang.Yun Zhuang saw that Zhou Lang was fascinated by the round fan, walked over to hold his hand, and said, "You gave it to me before."

"You still keep it." This fan was drawn for her when she and Yun Zhuang first met.

Yun Zhuang led Zhou Lang to sit down, "I'll keep whatever you give me."

"If you like it, I'll draw another one for you." Zhou Lang saw that the corners of the fan were a little damaged.

Yun Zhuang watched him sit down, bent over and pillowed on Zhou Lang's legs, "The painting is not important, the important thing is the person."

Zhou Lang heard a ray of sorrow in Yun Zhuang's words in an instant, "Yun Zhuang, are you blaming me for not coming to see you for so long?"

Yun Zhuang raised her head, "How dare Yun Zhuang blame Zhou Lang—" There were tears in her big eyes, "I just lamented my background, living in this filthy place, I can't stay with Zhou Lang forever."

Zhou Lang coaxed women, how handy he was, "Don't underestimate yourself like this anymore, how can a woman like Yunzhuang be compared to those vulgar fans in the world?"

Hearing that Zhou Lang referred to all women in the world as her foil, Yun Zhuang really broke his sad face and laughed.

Yun Zhuang is Zhou Lang's favorite appearance and also Zhou Lang's favorite temperament. She is extremely beautiful and weak like water.Her misty eyes looked over, like silk, tightly entangled all the men in front of her.

But this person in front of him is different from others.

He is the lover of every woman, he has the face that women like the most, and he speaks the sweet words that women like the most, and then he is like the heartless man in the world, abandoning your heart in a blink of an eye shoe.But how can you not love him?There are so many sweet-talking men in the world, and men who are truly infatuated are not extinct, but when this handsome young man in front of you speaks deceptive words, you can instantly wash away your grievances and change into a happy face.

"Zhou Lang, I don't want to be with you forever, I just want to have a good night with you." Since there are some things you can't ask for, you can only grab what is in front of you.

For a woman to say such words, she is still a stunning woman.

Which man in the world can resist?

What's more, this woman is still lying on your lap, sticking out her scarlet tongue like a cat and licking your wrist holding a round fan.

"Yun Zhuang..." Zhou Lang wanted to withdraw his hand, but Yun Zhuang stuck it up and kissed his wrist and fingers.

"Zhou Lang, you just agree to me this time." Yun Zhuang stretched out her hand to tease Zhou Lang's clothes.

Zhou Lang grabbed her hand, "Yun Zhuang, don't touch it randomly."

Yun Zhuang smiled innocently, "Zhou Lang used to like it the most."

This seemed to bring back the happy past of the two of them, Zhou Lang let go of Yun Zhuang's wrist, and Yun Zhuang stretched out his arm to caress Zhou Lang's leg.

……

Nan Fengyu also entered the Fuchun Tower over there, and Hua Niang had already started to speculate in her heart when she saw such a handsome young man.

Seeing many disheveled women flirting with men, Nan Fenglian felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to leave.

Hua Niang walked over, shaking her round fan, "Young master, you are so nervous, is it the first time you come back to my Fuchun Tower?"

Nan Fenglian opened his mouth and asked, "Is there a Mr. Zhou in your building?"

When Hua Niang heard Nan Fenglian's first question was to ask Zhou Lang, she firmly believed in her heart that this was the third guest Xie Xiaohou mentioned. She covered her lips with a round fan and smiled, "Young Master Zhou is here, in the Yunzhuang room."

Nan Fenglian's face was a little pale, but the lights were dim here, so she couldn't see any change in her face.

"Where is Yunzhuang?" Nan Fenglian still wanted to see it with her own eyes.

Hua Niang said according to Xie Xiaohouye's intention, "Yun Zhuang's room is upstairs, I will take the young master there."

Nan Fenglian looked around again at the scene where the men and women were embracing each other, feeling a little uncomfortable all over.But she still didn't want to show her timidity, so she straightened her back and followed Hua Niang upstairs step by step.

"Young master, wait here for a while, I'll go in and ask." After Hua Niang led Nan Fenglian upstairs, she excused herself and left.

Standing on the corridor, Nan Fenglian saw a man with a big belly walking past with a young girl in his arms. The strong smell of alcohol made her want to vomit.

If Zhou Lang is like this...

Nan Fengyu really didn't want to believe it, so after hearing so many other people's words, she insisted on going to see her in person.

She won't believe it until she sees it with her own eyes.

Hua Niang walked around Yun Zhuang's room and went to the next room to knock on the door.The woman playing the piano came to open the door, and Hua Niang walked in, seeing Young Master Xie lying on the imperial concubine's couch with eyes downcast as if asleep, she called out softly, "Master Xie."

Xie Yinghuai opened his eyes and looked over, even though there was a layer of white gauze in front of her, Hua Niang's heart trembled when he looked at her.

"She's here?" That she was naturally Nan Fenglian.

Hua Niang said, "Yes, I have already brought that young master up."

"Don't ask her to come in and disturb you." Xie Yinghuai said.

Hua Niang understood what he meant, "It happens that there is another room next to Yunzhuang."

Xie Yinghuai waved his hand, "Go out."

Hua Niang was about to leave, Xie Yinghuai said again, "Tell that piano player to go out too, it's too noisy."

The woman playing the piano gave Hua Niang an aggrieved look, but Hua Niang glared at her and took them out together.

Hua Niang came to look for Nan Fenglian, and seeing the undisguised disgust on the handsome young man's face, she guessed that the family was decent and hadn't tasted the fishy smell yet, but it was not her business to ask, so she came over and used Tuan Fan patted Nan Fenglian's shoulder, "Young Master, Young Master Zhou is busy, if you are looking for him, go to the room next to him and wait."

When Nan Fenglian heard that he was busy, she turned her head and wanted to leave, but she endured it and followed Hua Niang to the next room.

Hua Niang took her in, closed the door and left.

Nan Fenglian was sitting in the room waiting, she felt so wronged now, she wanted to rush to Zhou Lang to question her - but she didn't dare.

The obscene language in the Fuchun Building was unbearable. Nan Fenglian stood up several times and wanted to leave, but when she reached the door, she was unwilling to leave. While waiting in the room, she suddenly heard a voice coming from the next room. The sound of the teacup falling to the ground.

She was short of breath, thinking of what the flower girl said, Zhou Lang and Na Yunzhuang were next door.

She walked over and leaned against the wall to listen, humming softly.

"Zhou Lang, is Miss General comparable to me?"

This sound was like a thunderclap——Zhou Lang really was...

Nanfeng leaned against the wall, but suddenly there was an extra glazed lamp next to the bed against the wall, she stretched out her hand to push it away, and the light from the red candle next door leaked into her palm.

The light seemed to have a fragrance.

Nan Fenglian lowered her head to look, and saw a pair of arms resting on the table. At first she thought it belonged to the woman named Yun Zhuang, but after a closer look, she found that it belonged to Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang was sitting on the chair, but his upper body almost fell on the table, and he pushed down the teacup just now unintentionally.

From this angle, Nan Fenglian could only see Zhou Lang's side face—a beautiful side face no matter when he looked at it.

The clothes on his upper body had been stripped to his arms, and his bare chest was covered with an ambiguous light.Clouds of ink hair spread out on the table, some hanging down, swaying like willow branches hanging by the stream.

shaking.

shaking.

"Cloud makeup—"

Zhou Lang's voice was also different from what she heard, it was no longer as clear as spring water, but had a soul-stirring deepness.It seems to be suppressing something, trying to suppress something.

Yun Zhuang lay between his legs and stretched out her hands to cover his chest.

"Zhou Lang." She dropped a kiss on Zhou Lang's neck.

Nan Fengyu has never seen such a scene. Although there are old nuns in the palace to teach, no one can express this dirty thing that needs to be covered up so, so...

Lust?

Zhou Lang's five fingers fell into Yun Zhuang's black hair, and the golden hairpin and jade eyes fell on the table.

The golden steps fell on Zhou Lang's arm, and the thin string was like a chain, easily fettering his slender arm.

Yun Zhuang was also like a goblin who sucked human spirits, licking the tip of her tongue, obviously in a prostrate posture, but seemed to be controlling it condescendingly.

"Slower, slower—"

Zhou Lang hadn't touched a woman for half a year, and those stimuli were a bit unbearable.

Yun Zhuang obeyed his words and slowed down.

"Yun Zhuang, why are you becoming more and more like a goblin?" Zhou Lang was forced to squint his eyes by Ruyi, looking at Yun Zhuang under him.

In Yun Zhuang's eyes, there was even more fiery infatuation, "Zhou Lang is a goblin."

Zhou Lang didn't hear her words clearly, because his own panting had overwhelmed all the surrounding voices.

His chest heaved violently, and his five fingers with cloud makeup painted with cardamom gently slid down his neck all the way, causing an uncontrollable tremor.

"Zhou Lang, which one do you prefer, Miss General or I?" No matter how understanding Xie Yuhua was, she wanted to ask this question.

Zhou Lang thought of Linghurou in a daze.

Then he woke up suddenly.Remembering that she had already been divorced by Linghu Rou, she presumptuously fell into the tender land of women again.

He didn't want to answer this question, "Yun Zhuang, you are the most beautiful."

The most beautiful, but not the favorite.

Yun Zhuang could hear it, so she worked harder as if venting her anger.She had been waiting for him for half a year in this Fuchun building——this heartless gentleman finally came long overdue.

This stimulation was already somewhat irresistible to Zhou Lang, he propped up his arms and wanted to sit up and push Yun Zhuang away, but Yun Zhuang clung to him like a vine.

"Zhou Lang, I just ask for a spring night, so you can obey me."

These words are all in his mind, but they are not, and there are his low and shallow panting sounds, one after another.

The arm propped on the table finally slid away feebly, the slender arm hangs down, the five fingers are still entangled with Jin Bu Yao's bead chain, entangled with his five fingers, shaking gently.

Nan Fenglian had never seen such a scene.

She should have flung her sleeves and left angrily, but seeing such a scene, her whole body seemed to be nailed in place by countless nails, and her eyes were fixed on Zhou Lang's side face.

Eyes closed, eyelashes drooping, red lips tempting kisses.

She didn't feel disgusted or scared, on the contrary, she wanted to...

Yun Zhuang got up and swallowed what was in her mouth. She held Zhou Lang's cheeks with her ten fingers, as if she was treating a lover in a dream, and moved her cheeks to his chest, "Zhou Lang, are you comfortable?"

Zhou Lang opened his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and held Yun Zhuang's finger in his mouth, "You're going to suck my soul away."

Yun Zhuang laughed idiotically, "Then I just have a chance to taste, what does your Bo Xinglang's soul taste like."

"come."

Zhou Lang opened his eyes and smiled lazily.

Nan Fenglian pressed her heart, her cheeks were so hot that her heart seemed to be jumping out of her chest.

"Taste for you." Zhou Lang stretched out his scarlet tongue and tapped Yun Zhuang's fingertips.

It's soul-stirring, but that's all.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Scumbag author: This is the last time you touched a girl, how do you feel

Zhou Lang: [Holds head] I haven't touched it yet! ! !

Scumbag author: From now on, your role will be the same as that of a girl

Zhou Lang: [Holds head] Why am I not a Pixiu! ! !