Chapter 137: The Right Time for a Wedding

Yang Wenyuan still refused to give in.

No matter how the prey in front of him moved left and right, it was eventually blocked in a corner by Yang Wenyuan.

Take and take away.

It was a feeling I had never felt before.

The breath is filled with the fragrance of orchids, refreshing the heart.

Yang Wenyuan had already been forced to drink a lot of alcohol.

Add to that Hualan's sudden and coquettish voice just now.

Hot, intoxicating, with a dizzying aftertaste from top to bottom.

At this moment, Yang Wenyuan felt that he was immersed in a beautiful dream, and the fire in his heart was fueled by fuel.

I don’t know how long it took, but the song ended and everyone retired.

Yang Wenyuan was panting like a cow.

Hua Lanxiang was sweating profusely and hummed softly with pursed lips.

And a silver thread appeared between the two of them at some point.

Hualan's pretty face was instantly flushed with red.

She quickly stretched out her soft hand and wiped it.

He immediately fixed his face, looking as if he was trying to cover up something that was only making it more obvious.

But that heart-warming beauty could not be concealed.

Yang Wenyuan stopped talking.

He stood up, put his arm around Hualan's slender waist with one hand, held her long, well-proportioned legs with the other, and walked towards the bed.

Gently placed the slender Hualan on the bed.

Lift the skirt and take off the silk shoes.

The embroidered shoes fell lightly, and the silk shoes were attached.

A pair of soft and boneless breasts immediately came into view.

Feeling the fear in the tiger's paw, Yang Wenyuan smiled calmly, did not squeeze it tightly, and gently let go. The whiteness in front of him suddenly disappeared and hid under the bright red quilt.

Throw yourself up to it.

Immediately afterwards, a soft touch rushed into Yang Wenyuan's mind from all parts of his body.

He met Hualan's beautiful eyes again.

At this moment, her breasts were surging, her breath was as red as orchid, and her face was flushed with a different kind of red that spread to her ears and even her pink neck.

Although Hualan's brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes were full of affection, and the reflection of Yang Wenyuan was shining brightly in her eyes.

Apart from this, there is no other difference.

Before a woman gets married, she must have her face made up, which is called face making.

Hualan was already a natural beauty, and her skin was as white as mutton-fat jade, so delicate that it seemed as if it could be broken by a single touch.

Her eyebrows were as dark as distant mountains, her eyes were like rippling autumn water, and under her small and delicate nose was a slightly upturned, rosy and plump mouth that shone with a crystal-like luster, which was truly breathtaking.

Yang Wenyuan was about to probe again, but Hualan blocked him with her jade hand. Facing Yang Wenyuan's doubtful gaze, Hualan was timid, her long and curled eyelashes drooped, and she hummed:
"Wait, wait a minute...Under my dowry, there is something my mother gave me, it's..."

After that, facing Yang Wenyuan's fiery eyes, Hua Lan could not say anything else.

Yang Wenyuan immediately understood that it must be the dowry map given by the family when the girl got married, and he just laughed softly:
"No need to go to such trouble."

Even if you ask the man who made the dowry painting to come over, he has to call me "Sir" in front of me!
The curtains were drawn lower, and the dresses gradually fell off.

The beauty in front of me has a graceful figure, skin as crystal clear as jade, whiter than frost and snow, and without any flaws.

She has a well-proportioned figure and a pair of strong and slender legs, which complement Yang Wenyuan's strong and powerful body.

Yang Wenyuan is a diligent learner.

For places you have never seen, you have to explore them on your own.

Hualan had never experienced such a strange feeling before.

Wherever the warm touch passed, it caused shivers.

Yang Wenyuan then lowered his head.

Touching the swan-like swan-like white neck.

The cascading hair exudes a delicate and elegant fragrance, as well as its unique rich aroma.

After that, everything will fall into place.

"Hmm~!"

A gentle, clear and melodious humming sound suddenly burst out of nowhere.

Hua Landai frowned slightly, her brows full of lovable fragility:
“Gently…gently…”

"Ok!"

Yang Wenyuan nodded in agreement. He quickly followed the advice and moved on to another place.

After a moment, the frown smoothed out.

“Okay…Okay…”

"Ok!"

There is no need for Yang Wenyuan to say much at this moment.

Hua Landai frowned.

A soft moan like a kitten being scratched came from her cherry-like mouth.

Yang Wenyuan likes to proceed step by step and slowly.

But this is not enough.

You must learn to always prepare some little surprises.

The plot should be full of ups and downs.

There will be more ups and downs afterwards.

You also need to learn the skills of twists and turns.

Only in this way can it be fascinating and make people applaud.

Only in this way can we achieve results that make people happy both physically and mentally.

As a student, Yang Wenyuan did not feel tired at all.

Do push-ups and keep fit with a firm will.

The ups and downs are dramatic and the movements are standardized.

After a while, Hualan's smooth skin like white porcelain was already covered with crystal beads of sweat.

"Um……"

"Hmm~!"

Followed by a strong sigh full of emotion, and a rapid singing with a hint of crying.

The room suddenly became quiet.

In a moment, Yang Wenyuan was full of energy again!

I finally found a use for my strong recovery ability!
As she was ready to go, Hua Lan felt the renewed passion and immediately cast her watery eyes towards Yang Wenyuan. She ignored the beads of sweat on her smooth forehead and pleaded:

"Sir, can you let me take a rest first?"

"it is good."

Yang Wenyuan kissed Hualan's forehead lovingly.

He knew that today was Hualan's first time and he shouldn't be too presumptuous. He didn't plan to continue and turned sideways, holding her in his arms.

There is ample time!

After a while.

Unexpectedly, Hua Lan came close to his ear and whispered:
"Sir, are you feeling uncomfortable because you are holding it in? I heard from Madam Liu that men shouldn't hold it in because it will harm their health."

Yang Wenyuan's eyes immediately determined, and he quickly lowered his head to look at Hualan, whose face was rosy. After making sure that she was fine, the fire that had been slightly extinguished in his heart was rekindled.

There is ample time!
"Don't..." Looking at Yang Wenyuan who was pressing on her again, Hua Lan was so scared that she quickly closed her beautiful watery eyes, while her red lips slightly opened, full of shyness.

"Didn't you tell me not to hurt myself? You should have rested too!"

Hearing this, Hua Lan looked at Yang Wenyuan with some resentment, then lowered her head shyly, her eyelashes fluttering.

The war resumes.

The rain drips on the banana leaves, and the courtyard is filled with heavy rain.

I am so happy here that I don’t miss Shu!
"Sir, don't..."

"I really can't do it anymore. I'm really tired..."

"..."

The flowers on the temples of the cloud are shaking, and the hibiscus is warming the spring night.

The spring night is short and the day is high, and since then the king will not go to court early.

In the second half of the night, the clouds and rain gradually stopped.

Early in the morning, a ray of rising sun shines through the window and falls on the bed.

The sky is bright.

Yang Wenyuan's original biological clock makes him wake up on time.

Sitting up, Yang Wenyuan looked at Hualan, whose hair was scattered beside him and whose arms, as tender as lotus roots, were covered in the quilt.

She had been raised in the boudoir since she was young, and she did not have the physical strength and recovery ability as Yang Wenyuan. At this moment, she was still asleep, breathing long and steady, with a faint smile on the corners of her mouth beside her rosy cheeks, like a child who got sweets in a dream.

Even though he was still full of energy, Yang Wenyuan had no intention of getting up. He moved forward, lay down again, and hugged Hualan's graceful waist again.

Xuanzong, Donghuan realized it!
(End of this chapter)