Chapter 23 The handkerchief hidden in the crisp chest

Between the palaces, this used to be the monologue of those women in the harem who mourned out of thin air. However, at this moment, I think there is the difference between the women in the Jingxianju and the warbler and the swallows in these harems.

The human wall surrounded by those women is like half of the iron wall of a copper furnace without any gaps. I stopped my eyes and looked at Piao Bi standing on the outer edge of the circle, calling Yin Cui's name.

I sat on the hexagonal chair against the wall and moistened my mouth with a cup of tea. The blue sound is like a shallow and low-key flute, which has been covered by waves of praise before it spread.

Yin Cui didn't hear anyone shouting.

It seems that the women around her didn't hear it either.

How long will this state last?

The little girl also leaned aside, but her eyes stared at Yin Cui. I don't know whether it was because of excitement or envy.

I was very noisy waiting for the fairy pavilion, but I heard the voice of the little girl. She said, do all men like such women?

With a second of hesitation, I thought I had started to listen to my back again.

Do all men only like such women?

The girl did not look at me, but aggravated her tone and repeated the previous words.

Such a woman? What kind of woman? Yincui? The little girl stood very seriously and couldn't see any abuse and jokes.

"This problem... to a large extent, yes... However, there are exceptions, which do not rule out human irresistible factors." I talked endlessly about this question. The little girl asked the right person. Men, I naturally understand it, because I am also a man.

"Is there an irresistible factor... Will there be any..." The girl's red lips stretched slightly, and after muttering, she turned her mind and looked at me curiously. Her face was confused, and it took her to squeeze out a word for a long time. She said, "Hey, did you just say anything?

"I just..." I stopped talking. I don't know if I should answer the girl's words. After saying so much, she didn't hear a word.

The feeling of failure, yes, that's the feeling, just like being frozen when watching the snow.

Few women will and can put me in such a position, not to approach or show my goodwill. Maybe I haven't hit a wall on a woman for a long time.

I didn't look at the girl angrily. I don't know when I began to be a little bit like a woman, and I was extremely eager to revenge on the girl.

I asked what I just said. Of course, I said that a woman like you who wants to have no figure, face and face, will run away when a man sees it.

I shook the fan with a disdainful face.

The girl's reaction was unexpected. She just looked at me and looked at me. She was not angry, not angry, and did not take advantage of the situation to step on my high-headed silk boots fiercely. She just said lightly, "I think so too."

Hmm? That's it?

That was the first time I was at a woman who was speechless and at a loss. Usually, she is used to bickering with the little girl, but this time, her expression is clear and bleak, but it is clearly full of seriousness. Suddenly, there was a little sadness, so sad that for a moment, breathing began to stop.

No, no, no, that's not what I mean, in fact, I am...

I got up and walked to the girl. I have to say something, everything is fine.

Before I fully reacted, a soft body had collapsed on my chest, and the faint fragrance of powder wrapped around the tip of my nose. A row of long tassels tilted and slipped under my shoulders. I could feel the body twitched slightly a few times and slightly close to my chest. River.

It was Yin Cui. It was Yin Cui who suddenly rushed out of the encirclement of those people and fell into my arms.

She is like a very domineering child, holding me and never going to let go. The slender ten fingers wrapped around my waist and claspped tightly on my back. She hugged me tightly again, very hard, as if I would disappear as soon as I let go. I was shocked by Yin Cui's abnormal performance, and her hands were clumsyly suspended in the air and had nowhere to hide.

The little girl walked out quietly. Maybe she felt that she was the only superfluous on such an occasion. Piaobi is my maid. She is used to my teasing and flirting posture for women, and naturally stands next to me. So who is she? Who is she? Why did she stand here to watch this scene? Is that what the little girl thinks?

Piao Bi widened her eyes and was stunned. She didn't even notice that the little girl went out.

The word embarrassment should still be written on my face, although I think I hide it well. However, at that moment, I knew that I had an uncontrollable impulse to chase her out, even if I didn't know what I should explain to the girl, and even if I chased her out, what identity should I rely on? Is Su Yunliutian, who is self-proclaimed to be romantic?

The slender fingertips unconsciously put out a little more weight and slowly moved down. I finally lowered my hand and gently put it on my thin spine. I hugged her back, like all the women I liked, skilled, gentle and delicate, and then listened carefully to her slightly convulsive voice.

She said, "Thank you, prince."

There is only one sentence, that is.

My breath hit her ear, I don't know if it's because of attachment? I also remembered that when I first saw Yin Cui, she was still a shy little maid with a neat floral cotton skirt, and then I kissed her thick earlobe, soft and strong, just like a woman I once attached to.

Sud of a sudden, I smelled a very light fragrance. I don't know if this is the rouge fragrance that the girls in Jingxianju have just been popular. Inadvertently slipped the tip of my nose and inadvertently smelled it, but inadvertently made me hold Yin Cui tight.

That feeling is primitive and **.

At that moment, I unconsciously had some desires that I had never had before.

Or, because of the fragrance, is it too infatuated by this person?

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At this time, the flying Sendai has long been without the previous bustle, and all the people have already dispersed, leaving only many servants of Jingxianju who are tidying up such a large venue.

The gauze curtain has also been removed and replaced by flowers full of flowers falling in mid-air. It floated, but it never fell. Those flowers really don't look real.

The red fire is wearing a bright rainbow-colored Lou silk skirt, and the pattern of hundreds of birds singing together hangs in front of the tall and plump chest, which makes people can't help thinking. Her hands were against her waist and stood on the stage, commanding the maids closest to her, with a clear strong anger on her face.

"Isn't it just a small broken arrow? You can't do this little thing. Why do you guys raise these little guys?"

Men always like to classify women's scolding postures into two categories, pot-style and scissors. Under the thick lips of ink, the red flame posture is more like the former, holding one hand around the waist and pointing to the chest. Sometimes, I also doubt what kind of power it is to let the red fire live so peacefully in such a place as Jingxianju and get such a wonderful job. At the Flying Fairy Conference alone, you can eat and drink without worrying about collecting cash with your eyes closed.

Perhaps the red fire also has a red fire background. I just don't know which man will hold her on the stage.

I covered my mouth and inadvertently showed joy. It's just self-entertainment.

Red fire clapped her hands. Obviously, she was so immersed in her world that she didn't notice it when I stood next to her for a long time. She coughed gently, stuffed the gauze sweat towel in her hand into her smooth chest, and completely disappeared. And followed by an increasingly seductive curve, which seemed to be a little more abrupt from afar.

It's only a few steps away, and you can see the extremely elastic beating between her full chest. Every jump is shocking.

She muttered her fragrant lips and scolded, all useless things, and they all rolled aside. Let me do it!

Naturally, the maids did not dare to make a sound, but quietly gave way and retreated aside.

The red fire lifted his skirt, pouted his upturned buttocks, half lying on the ground, and vigorously pulled out the broken eye arrow still stuck on the wooden floor. The white arrow body is soft and smooth. Even if she exerted all her strength, the sword feather seems to be firmly embedded in half of the stage without loosening at all.

It's strange, why can't it be pulled out?

The red fire made great efforts again. She didn't believe that this time, she could be given a small broken-eye arrow. Besides, how can you lose your face in front of so many maids?

Her hand clenched the arrow feathers again, and the pure white fluff seemed to be a little twisted and crooked because of the previous **.

One...two...three...I seemed to hear the silent cry in her heart. She closed her eyes and was bound to win the broken arrow that was still across the ground in front of her.

"Ah!"

The next moment, the red fire suddenly disappeared from people's sight. However, the loudest shouts are the maids who don't know whether to worry or laugh secretly.

When the red fire opened her eyes again, she was already lying in my arms, as if she was still dull about what had just happened, but her hands were still stained with some white feathers.

Red Fire Sister, are you hurt?

There is infinite tenderness in my eyes. At least, the red fire should feel that way. Otherwise, how could she lean all her body on me? And why do I still feel that she has been rubbing against me?

She shouted delicately, but pushed me angrily, as if she wanted to refuse to welcome me.

In the blue sky and day, it's better not to be so ambiguous. I opened my thick palm and helped her get up.

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It's blocked. I'm so happy to say it.

Thank you to the children who voted red, hug.

I received a black ticket, and my mood is quite complicated.

Is it a good thing? Probably, maybe, when others are jealous.

Self-comfort is also a way to persist.

Please support my support as always. If you don't like it, please explain the reason.

Finally, Amen.

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