The Hairpin of the Red Chamber

Not only Sister Feng was puzzled, but Ping'er herself often wondered what was wrong with her.

It's not that she doesn't know what she thinks about Sister Feng—she's no longer a virgin, she's familiar with bed affairs, and she's also clear about the changes in her body.

What she was suspicious of was how and when did this idea arise.

Ping'er is the son of the Wang family. She was chosen to accompany the young lady when she was a child. When she grew up to the age of marriage, she naturally became a companion. I was able to do it myself, and there were many people who needed it at that time. Although Ping'er was a first-class girl, she and Sister Feng were not as close as they are now.

Later, the maids who accompanied Ping'er to Jia's mansion saw that Jia Lian was a handsome young man, and he was used to flirting, so they inevitably had their own secrets. The small ones were all dealt with neatly and neatly. Only then did Ping'er's usual prudence emerge, and Sister Feng gradually began to rely on her and value her. A girl who served her master's grandmother personally, became the first-class figure in Jia's mansion.Sister Feng didn't believe in others, only Ping'er. She never said anything to others, she said it to Ping'er, and she never lost her temper with others, but it was all on Ping'er. ...Give it to Ping'er.

Ping'er guarded this trust carefully and served Sister Feng respectfully. The contact with her parents and brothers in the family gradually decreased, but she talked more and more with Sister Feng. More and more obedient.Sister Feng is her heaven, surpassing the heavens of earth, relatives, rulers, and teachers. Everything she does exists for this heaven, whether it is body or mind.

Ping'er thought, maybe she really had been with Sister Feng for too long and was so close that she would naturally think of her when she breathed and acted.Sister Feng was ill, she was so angry that she refused to show weakness, she secretly went to seek medical advice, and even spent a lot of money to ask that Ma Daopo.Sister Feng had something on her mind, so she wept sadly beside her, but she hid it and refused to let others know.Sister Feng wanted to do something shocking to the world. For Sister Feng's benefit, she persuaded her several times. Once she saw that Sister Feng was determined to do it, she immediately changed her mind and became the most diligent and caring person.

Ping'er once thought that such a relationship was already the deepest and most intimate relationship between a master and a servant in the world.

However, she did not expect that the deepest and closest relationship in this world is far more than that.

The period when Jia Lian left was the happiest and most worrying time for Ping'er.

Happiness is because of herself, and worry is because of Sister Feng.And because the worry is for Sister Feng, that little bit of my own happiness is no longer worth worrying about.

But I didn't take it to heart, it's not that I didn't.This little seed of happiness grows secretly and vigorously in Ping'er's heart, from a small bud to a huge flower of desire.

Suddenly, from a certain moment, Ping'er's heart no longer belonged to her.When I saw Sister Feng smile, I couldn't help laughing, and when I saw Sister Feng frown, I couldn't help feeling sad.A gesture by Sister Feng can make her heart beat like a drum, and a look by Sister Feng can make her heart sink like still water.

Ping'er finally found that her enthusiasm for Sister Feng was not ordinary, and the maidservant's loyalty to her master was not like that of a girl in a boudoir or a childhood sweetheart. She already had a strong desire for Sister Feng, a desire to touch her. , the desire to possess, belongs to the ... desire between men and women.

This was something she had never experienced when she was with Jia Lian.It is also a secret that she has always buried in her heart and dare not let anyone know.

But Sister Feng only used one look and one word, which made her want to pour out this secret irresistibly.

Ping'er didn't think much, she just straightened her clothes and turned around a little so that she could kneel down in front of Sister Feng neatly and squarely. She raised her head and looked straight at Sister Feng. As respectful as before, but not wild and rude.

"If I have to say what I have in mind for girls, it's probably...I like girls." Ping'er opened his mouth flatly, his tone was not serious, and his voice was unhurried, "It's not the slave's liking for the master, It's the way girls liked Jia Lian in the past."

"Who says I like him?" Sister Feng raised one eyebrow, tilted her head slightly, and looked at him, but her toes were still rubbing Ping'er's face up and down.Her toes have the same fragrance as Ping'er's body, because Ping'er rubbed the balm for her. Her toes are bright red, and every inch of her skin has been stroked by Ping'er just now.

Ping'er felt that although her heart was calm, her body was already boiling, her throat was dry, as if something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't swallow or vomit, and her eyes were hot, which almost made her feel sick. I couldn't see Sister Feng's face clearly, everything in the room seemed to be a phantom, the only thing that was real was the scent she was all too familiar with, oh, and the bright vermilion on Sister Feng's tender white toes.

The red was as dazzling as blood. Sister Feng's feet moved, and the red swayed accordingly, so that Ping'er's eyes moved up and down, and her hand stretched out to grab the foot. I wanted to put it on my lips for a kiss, but the red color of the point suddenly disappeared, and when I came back to my senses, Sister Feng had already put on her shoes, stood on the ground angrily, crossed her waist and scolded: "Are you a dog! Bite!"

Ping'er was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Sister Feng's reaction to what she said and did just now was just such a reaction.She originally thought that Sister Feng would be furious and send someone to throw her daring servant out and beat her to death with sticks. At worst, she would end up being kicked out of the house. She had already made all preparations, and only waited for Sister Feng to make a decision. , she also did what she should do, who knew that at the end of the day, Sister Feng just said such an understatement, and what she scolded was not her thoughts on Sister Feng, but... such a shameful behavior.

Ping'er suddenly glimpsed a glimmer of hope in the desperate situation, she quietly glanced at Sister Feng's face - although Sister Feng's face was angry, it was not the kind of real anger, but a kind of dumbfounding, somewhat helpless expression. …get angry.

Ping'er didn't know where he got the courage, he lowered his head slowly, walked his knees in front of Sister Feng, and slowly raised it up again.Her apricot eyes stared straight at Sister Feng, and Sister Feng turned her face away uncomfortably, before whispering: "Young lady says I am a dog, then I am a dog, and young lady likes fluffy western flower ideas." A pug, or a fierce mastiff, or a smart and handsome barbarian? For the dogs in the world, the girl can just say what she wants, and if the girl says it, then I will be it.” ——At this moment, her face was bewildered She was blushing, but even though her face was burning like this, she was still cheeky, and said these words in the most sincere tone of her life, which sounded like *, and then carried a smell like a daughter-in-law-to-be-married As shy and expectant as he was, he hugged Sister Feng's legs with both hands, leaned his head between Sister Feng's legs, and rubbed gently and slowly.

Sister Feng asked herself that she was not the kind of person who is careless and soft-hearted, who takes pity on the weak.Even those cats, dogs, birds, and fish that daughters would like are nothing more than valuable or worthless objects in her eyes, but such a small gesture of Ping'er seems to tease her. Like a string in her heart, her heart twitched, a feeling of pity was born naturally, and she gave orders to her subordinates naturally, causing her to reach out and touch Ping'er's chest Face.

Once you touch it, you can't take it off again.

It was a face that was commonplace, and the feeling in her hands was ordinary, but it seemed that there was a strange force pressing her hand on Ping'er's face. She couldn't break free no matter how hard she struggled. If she didn't open it, she actually bent down so that she could see Ping'er's eyes more clearly.

Of course, without looking, you can know that Ping'er's eyes are all about her.But Sister Feng just couldn't help but to take a closer look, and she saw a lot of incredible things: Ping'er's eyes showed envy, infatuation, and reluctance, and there was something that made Sister Feng jump when she saw it. It is determined, but those ordinary eyes are like two deep pools, as if they want to suck people into them.Sister Feng made her eyes frightened and wanted to turn away, but she still couldn't make up her mind.She always wanted to take another look, but every time she looked, the eyes became more radiant and more attractive to her. Sister Feng was indulging in this fatal attraction, and couldn't help getting closer , In the end, the noses of the two people were facing each other, their mouths were almost touching their mouths, the same fragrance flowed between their eyes, and even their breath was full of charming amorous feelings.

Sister Feng pushed in horror, and when she touched Ping'er, she immediately held back her strength, but this push was enough to make Ping'er fall to the ground, and Sister Feng stretched out her hand to pull her in panic, but stopped halfway, and was caught. A cold snort came out of his nostrils, and he retracted in fright, his fingers were still shaking.

Sister Feng felt that she was already insane. Eyes and nose, nose and mouth, mouth and heart, heart and hands, none of them had the same idea. They were all part of her body, but they seemed to have nothing to do with her. Don't listen to her orders.