Behind the ancient well, Yinmang half-squatted and half-kneeled.

As soon as she fell back, her waist and back were tightly pressed against the man's strong chest, and her delicate round buttocks happened to fall on his knees. Her legs were separated from each other, and in an extremely indecent posture, she seemed to be riding on his legs.

Su Wanrong struggled to get up, but heard the man above her head "shush" softly.

He lowered his head and leaned forward slightly, leaned his thin lips closer to her ears, and whispered: "If you don't mind being seen by the two outside, I'm fine, so you can keep moving."

Hearing the sound, Su Wanrong's body stiffened. She noticed the rustling of leaves around her, and the sound of footsteps still lingered in her ears. The eldest son and the maid had obviously not left yet.

She gritted her teeth and moved her back a little more resistantly, but then stopped moving.

"Since the young master has promised this, I can't repent. I'll tell my mother about this when I'm back today and make my mother happy."

The little maid was obviously happy by the eldest son's words, her voice was joyful, and she could hear clearly from such a distance.

But the eldest son frowned in disapproval and said, "No, I have to discuss this with my mother first. Don't make any statements on your side for the time being. Otherwise, if something happens, don't blame me again."

When the little maid heard the eldest son say this, her joy just now was reduced by half.

Thinking that before the young master got married, the relationship between the two was probably shameless and was always unhappy. But after thinking about it, the words did make some sense, so I could only respond in silence.

The eldest son comforted and said, "You are content. Since I promised you to give you a title, I will endure the time and there will be not many good days in the future."

After saying this, the two of them gradually walked away.

Until he could no longer hear footsteps. Su Wan, hiding behind the ancient well, tolerated her shame and held her breath to keep her indifferent posture just now. She was waiting for the two of them to leave in pain, which was like a second.

After a long time, the people outside always left. She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up with force under her feet. Who would have thought that there would suddenly be more force on her waist?

"What are you going to do again?"

She was annoyed and couldn't help but look back and glar at the man behind her.

"They have left, please let me go!"

But the man didn't say anything, half-squinted his eyes and glanced at her leisurely. After a while, the girl was so angry that her neck turned red, she slowly said:

"Why do you listen to you? I see that the stars and moons are shining today, and the night is very beautiful, so you can sit here for a while."

Su Wanrong looked up.

These days, the rainfall was dense, and dark clouds were piled up for several consecutive days. At this time, the night was dark, and there was only a faint and dim moonlight, and there was no star.

Su Wanrong's eyes fell back on the man's face, gritting her teeth. "If you want to sit, you can sit by yourself, please let me go."

As he said that, he grabbed his arm and pushed it out hard. His arms were as hard as stones, which hurt her waist. In addition, the current posture seemed to be intimate, a strong sense of discomfort instantly crawled throughout her body.

The fragrance in his arms was soft and restless. He held his arm and pushed it hard. Yinmang let her do it. For him, her little strength was just a few strokes of cat claws, without any pain or itch.

But who knows, she couldn't push him, and she sat on his knees like a slippery fish, and began to struggle and twist. Then a wisp of warm fragrance on the girl's body seemed to penetrate into his nose as if nothing had happened. Yinmang immediately breathed and scolded in a low voice: "Don't move!"

Su Wanrong was stunned, paused for a while, and Fuzhi understood what he meant as if he was spiritually. His face turned red, and he became more ashamed and angry as he became, but he was frozen there and dared not move.

"You tyrant, you have never seen anything as despicable as you do. Do you still have the word "no shame" in your heart? Let me go!"

Holding the extreme humiliation in his heart, Su Wanrong stared at him hatefully, these words almost squeezed out from his teeth.

But she thought about it again, took a deep breath, and said coldly with her emotions:

"I know you intend to hide in the Taifu Mansion. Although you don't know what purpose you are for, I am the only person in this mansion who knows your true face. You have repeatedly joked about me and annoyed me, which will not be of any benefit to your own situation."

Yinmang turned a blind eye and his eyelids drooped.

The little girl stared at him with her head raised, her bright eyes wide open, her white and tender cheeks dyed red, and she had a more delicate and beautiful color. The two rows of black eyelashes were curled and curled, like palm-leaf fans. The two were very close, so close that he could see the subtle hairs on her nose.

Yinmang's eyes moved downward without moving, and fell to the little girl's two cherry lips that were red without touching.

She was delicate and small, and her chin was white and slender. But these two lips were plump. Look carefully, the upper lip, which was slightly pursed due to anger, had a round and protruding lip beads embedded in it.

The man felt dry mouth and itchy when he saw it. He couldn't help but stretched out his tongue and brushed the upper teeth from left to right.

He stared at her for a while, and suddenly said, "Let me let you go, in fact... it's not impossible."

Su Wanrong was stunned, but thought he had heard a little about what he said just now.

Just as he was about to make a sound, he asked him to let go of his hand first, but before her, he spoke again and continued slowly: "But there is a condition."

Su Wanrong thought to herself that this man trapped her here in the middle of the night, and it was originally his fault. What position does he have to look for her?

But this was just a rough barbarian in front of her. She now knew very well. What reason would be said to such a person is simply a talk between a chicken and a duck, and a waste of words.

She frowned slightly, was silent for a while, but still looked up and followed his words, asking hesitantly: "What are your conditions?"

Yinmang's eyes were still firmly on Su Wanrong's Yan pink. The two rosy and plump petals followed her and opened and closed, with an extremely delicate and soft curve.

He swallowed his saliva with a "gulp" and couldn't help it. He said hoarsely: "... kiss me... kiss me and I'll let you go."

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Let’s have another prize betting!

How could Yin be shameless when his elder brother kissed the heroine?

(a) Must be kissed

(B) Not present

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