Chapter 242 She Is His Prey
His palms were warm and cool.
But Nan Baozhu quickly retracted his hand as if he had touched a hot teapot.
She carefully moved to the corner of the bed, grabbed the skirt of her skirt uneasily, and whispered: "Well, wasn't that just a moment of anger... They made noises and forced me to wear a wedding dress, but with so many people staring at me, I Quite shy..."
Ning Wanzhou moved to her side.
His fingers inadvertently ran through her hair. When he smiled, his lips were red and his teeth were white, full of boyishness, but he secretly had dangerous desires: "Now there are only you and me. Can you show me your sister's wedding dress?"
Nan Baozhu was afraid that he would mess up, so she lowered her head and did not dare to answer.
The young man muttered: "Sister, if you don't say anything, I will take it as your promise."
He stood up and held the lamp.
In an instant, the house was bright and brilliant.
Nan Baozhu couldn't refuse, so she could only hold the wedding dress and said softly: "Turn around first."
"No, I want to watch my sister."
Ning Wanzhou refused neatly.
Nan Baozhu bit her lower lip in shame.
This little kid seems young, ignorant and approachable, but in fact he has no idea how difficult it is to deal with. He has a stubborn and bad temper. I don't know who learned it from him.
She could only lower her eyelashes and untie the ties shyly.
The hairpin is tilted, and the clothes are stretched to the floor.
Her jet-black hair was spread around her waist, looking as beautiful as a cloud.
She is obviously a girl who likes to eat and drink. She looks mellow, but after taking off her clothes, her figure is no less beautiful than any woman. Her neck is slender and white, and her deep collarbone is so beautiful and attractive that it seems like it can hold a cup of grapes. Fine wine.
Ning Wanzhou watched quietly.
The main waist with embroidered peach blossoms outlines the beautiful figure of the girl, which is more charming than those girls who deliberately pursue slimness and slimness.
He knew how ecstatic it felt to have sex with her between the sheets.
Nan Baozhu didn't dare to look at him at all.
She picked up the expensive wedding dress and put it on carefully one by one.
The wedding dress was complicated and grand, and it took her more than a quarter of an hour to get dressed properly.
Ning Wanzhou stared at the girl in makeup, her Adam's apple rolling slightly.
Nan Baozhu pushed her long cloud-like hair behind her ears, then lowered her head to straighten the train of her wedding dress, and whispered: "It fits quite well. There seems to be nothing that needs to be changed... How did you know my size?"
Ning Wanzhou approached her step by step.
He grabbed her waist and forced her close to his chest.
He rubbed her lower back, condescendingly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Zeng measured it with his hands every night, how could he not know?"
Nan Baozhu blushed instantly.
These words...
How should she answer this?
Ning Wanzhou seemed to have read through her thoughts, holding her chin and leaning towards her ear: "Sister, there is no need to speak, as long as you enjoy it, that's enough."
Nan Baozhu's pupils shrank slightly.
By the time he realized what this little brat wanted to do, it was already too late.
Luxurious and exquisite wedding dress,
It was torn open casually and discarded on the ground like wrapping paper.
The young man is unruly and willful.
He was originally the only child in the Zhenguo Duke's mansion. He was born in a famous family, he was noble and domineering, he didn't care about etiquette, and he didn't know what tolerance was.
If he wants it, pick it up.
His sister is his prey.
He hates others getting involved, and hates his sister harboring other people in her heart, even if it's Nan Baoyi.
I want to monopolize her and treat her well.
But Ning Wanzhou didn't know how to treat her well.
All he could think of was to give all of himself to her and let her get what she wanted.
If she doesn't like being a concubine, then give her an expensive wedding dress, give her a wedding where a matchmaker is marrying, and give her a serious status as a concubine.
The bed tent hangs low.
Ning Wanzhou pinched Nan Baozhu's waist from behind, leaned close to her ear, and said hoarsely: "Sister, am I good to you?"
Nan Baozhu: "...What a - ah!"
Her waist was deep, and before she could finish her words, she was led into the abyss of desire.
He could only make pitiful broken sounds.
Ning Wanzhou chuckled: "As long as sister likes it."
Nan Baozhu bit a ball of handkerchief, and was forced to bear the boy's monopoly. Her blushing face was filled with tears.
She didn't even finish what she just said!
Is Ning Wanzhou nice to her?
What a head!
The next day at dusk.
Nan Baoyi came back from the government office, but Nan Baozhu was still missing.
The girl asked Heye curiously: "Where is the Zhuzhu man?"
"She refused to come out of the dormitory. Breakfast and lunch were brought in by the slave." He Ye was also confused, "The fourth girl seems to be sick. The slave asked if she wanted to call a doctor, but she refused."
Nan Baoyi was slightly surprised.
She knocked on the door and entered the bedroom. The bamboo curtain was rolled up, making the bedroom elegant and clean.
The little cousin was sitting on the bed, lowering her head and playing with a camellia.
The camellia was pure white. She plucked off the round petals and threw them on the brocade quilt unhappily.
Nan Baoyi sat beside the couch with concern: "Zhuzhu, what's wrong with you?"
Nan Baozhu quietly glanced outside the house to make sure that Ning Wanzhou was not eavesdropping, then he let out a melancholy sigh and held her sister's hand: "Jiaojiao, can I wait a year and a half before we get married? Young Master He...he..."
Her cheeks turned red, and she was too embarrassed to say those words.
Ning Wanzhou was so aggressive that she couldn't bear it.
During the day, he would scream "Sister, sister" and seemed obedient and well-behaved, but at night, he would let her cry and beg in all kinds of ways. As long as he got into the mood, he would not let her go.
She was really scared.
Nan Baoyi tilted his head in confusion.
Zhuzhu and her young father-in-law are obviously very affectionate, so why wouldn’t she want to marry him?
Could it be the disharmony at night?
That's right, the young master is not yet in his prime years, so I'm afraid he is lacking in that aspect, which will make Zhuzhu feel disappointed, empty and dissatisfied.
She comforted: "Don't worry, he will know how to love you when he grows up in the future. If it doesn't work, isn't there Brother Jiang? I asked him to get some medicine that won't hurt the body, and you can drink it for me. , I think it will be very effective.”
Nan Baozhu blinked.
Give Ning Wanzhou medicine...
Why didn't she remember it?
Thinking of this, she finally burst into tears and smiled: "Then I'll just rely on Jiaojiao."
The spring is melting, and time can’t stand to pass by.
As spring flowers bloom from tree to tree in the garden, March is finally here.
Nanfu is busy day by day, nervously preparing for the wedding tomorrow.
In the dormitory, Nan Baoyi gave Nan Baozhu a bottle filled with elixirs and warned: "This is from Brother Jiang. You can only take two pills at a time, but don't take more."
She was afraid that Zhuzhu wouldn't be able to bear it.
Nan Baozhu held the medicine bottle as if he had found a treasure.
She nodded happily: "Don't worry, I won't give him more food."
It would be strange not to eat more...
It's better to tell him that he won't be able to do it for ten and a half months!
While the two sisters were talking, Nan Chengli came in from outside.
After seeing each other as gifts, he handed the ebony box to Nan Baozhu and said with a smile: "Fourth sister is getting married. This is a gift from my brother. Keep it safe. It will be a source of support and confidence in the future, so that you will not be called Zhen Guo." The people in the government underestimated you."
Nan Baozhu opened it curiously.
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