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The groom was dressed in red, embroidered with flowers. His long, dark, beautiful hair was draped over his shoulders, and his amber eyes were filled with surprise.
Ning Huayong held the bride's hands with a red veil in his hand, but sitting next to the old man in the front yard was another jade doll that looked exactly the same!
Everyone in the room burst out laughing, accompanied by shouts.
"Oh my! Master Ning, don't you know there are two princesses in our palace?"
"Princess Wan Xiang and Princess Wan Deng are twins, they're so similar that even their parents can't tell them apart!"
Wan Deng huddled her back and leaned closely against the old patriarch, clutching the red peony on her skirt. She secretly peeked at Ning Huayong who had a somewhat surprised smile on his face.
Wan Deng's chest was warm. Today was her sister's wedding. Wan Xiang put on the white Western bellyband given by the grandmother of the Ning family, but she secretly wore the red bellyband chosen by Ning Huayong himself.
In this way, could she secretly fantasize that Ning Huayong married her instead of her sister?
"Master Ning looks really... tsk tsk..."
"What a handsome man!"
Seeing Ning Huayong dressed in bright red, those who came to drink the wedding wine couldn't help but squint their eyes and wonder, where did this Princess Wan Xiang find the good fortune to marry such a gorgeous husband?
Ning Huayong frowned and looked over his shoulder at the little bride with her head hanging low, then turned his head and looked at Princess Wan Deng's face, the bottom of his eyes slightly icy, as if he were trying to discern something.
Wan Xiang was dizzy by the noisy atmosphere and had a headache. As soon as she shook her hand, her hand was held by a slender and warm hand.
Ning Huayong had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold. He lowered his body and whispered in Wan Xiang's ear.
"Princess Xiang, how much did your spring fish and water painting cost?"
Wan Xiang felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, and her hands shook with fear!
"You---What nonsense are you talking about? I haven't sold anything---"
"Don't deny it."
Ning Huayong's fingers clenched her wrist tightly, so hard that it almost crushed her bone. His voice was low and compressed between the two of them.
"I just want to ask you, Princess Xiang, how much did you sell it for?"
The old patriarch was sitting happily on the big chair in the front hall, smoking, and their mother was wiping her tears with a handkerchief. Everyone in the room was blessing her with mixed joy and sorrow, but this man actually chose this moment to ask her the secret she was most afraid of! Her selling antique paintings to foreigners!
If--if grandfather knew...
"Don't! please don't tell grandfather..."
Wan Xiang panicked and wanted to run away. She pushed Ning Huayong away reflexively, but was hugged back to his chest. his cool voice came through the red veil.
"Don't be afraid. I just need you to tell me correctly, how much did you sell that painting and who did you sell it to?"
His voice doesn't sound cold as before, but instead had a hint of teasing smile.
A thin and pitiful voice came from under the red veil.
"I sold it to Smith, about three 10-tael gold bars. Do you really want to file a complaint at this time..."
Ning Huayong's expression completely relaxed, and his eyes were filled with a warm smile again.
"I apologized if I offended Princess Xiang. I just found out that you have an identical twin sister. I have to make sure that I'm marrying the right person, otherwise, changing brides in court can be troublesome."
"You, you..."
Ning Huayong put his arm around the bride's slender waist, pressed her panicked shoulders, and forced her to kowtow and kneel to the smiling old patriarch. She was distracted and panicked. She couldn't see her husband's face, but her cold and soft little hands were gently held by him.
"I am your husband and the person I want to marry is a little Beijing girl who sneaked through a secret passage and went to the foreign trading house hidden in the church six months ago and sold a painting of fish and water in spring."
His cool voice, outside the red veil, was filled with smiles and affection.
"That little Princess panicked like a thief, knocked over my servant, got up and ran away, covering her face, so I could only see a rough outline. Smith told me that you are a Princess, right?" "
God, it's him!
Wan Xiang was so frightened that she almost fainted. It was the first time she was selling antiques in her house. She was so frightened that she bumped into someone and ran away, for fear of being recognized. It turned out that the person was Ning Huayong!
A soft and frightened voice came from under the red veil.
"Please don't tell grandfather and mother..."
Before she finished speaking, her body went limp and her vision turned black. She fell into a strong and warm embrace.
"Ahh! the princess fainted!"
"Grand princess!"
The wedding hall was in chaos, seven aunts and eight aunts rushed up one after another, but they could not take away the fainted princess from Ning Huayong's arms.
Ning Huayong smiled, his slightly scattered black hair sticking coolly to Wan Xiang's cheek. The smoke was light and the rain was small. His amber eyes were smiling as he affectionately hugged Wan Xiang intimately without hesitation.
Ning Huayong's looks so happy and slightly satisfied. He no longer opened his eyes to examine the other princess. He looked so loving and doting as he gazed intently at the slightly trembling little body in his arms. The clear sunlight was swaying in the red shadows in the wedding hall.
The ashen cold slowly climbed up from the soles of Wan Deng's feet.
The red bellyband she wore was like a hellish lotus fire, burning the tender skin on her chest until it was torn and hot. The laughter in the wedding hall seemed to penetrate straight from the top of her head into the center of her head, splitting down to her heart.
"Take the Grand princess to rest!"
After Wan Xiang finished kowtowing, she was pulled away, but before leaving, she grabbed the corner of Ning Huayong's clothes hesitantly.
"Please don't tell them about that painting---"
Wan Xiang was still scared. He twisted Ning Huayong's sleeves in a low voice, and her dawdling caused bursts of laughter.
"Grand princess is already a young lady, why are you still holding on to your husband's sleeves like a little girl?"
"Master Ning has a heavenly appearance. Princess Xiang's heart has already fallen in love with him. She is unwilling to let go!"
"Pfft!"
"The princess is indeed outgoing, and didn't even shed a tear when she got married. You are now the princess of Ning family!"
The only one who didn't laugh was Wan Deng.
She lowered her eyes and looked at her sister's hand twisted in Ning Huayong's sleeve, and slowly clenched her fist.
Wan Xiang felt anxious as she listened to the bursts of laughter, but she didn't see her husband move in front of her. Her aunt took her hand and pulled it. In the end, she kept turning around, fearing that Ning Huayong would turn around and complain as soon as she left.
"Coward."
Ning Huayong smiled and sighed, not caring about the sleeves being wrinkled by her, and watched Wan Xiang leave. His long fingers lightly pressed the corners of his raised sandalwood lips, his eyes were glazed. His smile as intoxicating as the clear river in a dream.
“Come, Wan Deng, pay your respects to your brother-in-law.”
After a rounds of toasting, it was her turn. She slid down from the big chair, her face dimmed by the candlelight, as beautiful as a peach and plum, but without any smile.
"Brother-in-law."
Wan Deng spoke with a delicate and weak voice, filled with boundless despair but Ning Huayong only leaned slightly towards a pair of narrow and beautiful spring water misty eyes, lightly curled his lips, but no longer paid any attention to it.
The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Wan Deng lowered her head, stretched out her finger, and silently touched her lips, which were so moist and bright, the fragrance and warmth of his kiss.
All he wanted was is Wan Xiang even though they look exactly the same, it was her sister that he wanted, not her.
"Master Ning, can you tell the difference between the two princesses?"
Someone drank too much alcohol and started laughing and making a scene.
Ning Huayong lazily lowered his eyes, his fairy-like beauty reflecting the pale and sparse red flames. He casually raised his head and clinked glasses with the noisy people one by one.
"They looks so similar that I can't tell them apart."
He replied casually, this is the truth, not to mention the day Wan Xiang knocked down his servant and ran away, he didn't see her clearly.
"This pair of jade princesses are the most beautiful little ones in our deep courtyard in Beijing. They look exactly the same. If they didn't say anything, even the old prince wouldn't be able to tell them apart!"
Since it’s the same, then you want me the same, right?
Wan Deng thought quietly, smiled bitterly, and vaguely felt that the air was dead, the gods between heaven and earth were silent, and in the bustling wedding hall, the bustling loneliness made Wan Deng feel shrunken.
"Master Ning, it would be perfect if you married them together!" Someone else yelled drunkenly.
"Yes, if you put two identical ones in the house, it will be pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at them."
"He he, Princess Wan Deng, what do you think? Young Master Ning is so handsome, do you want to marry him together?" Someone teased her.
Wan Deng's heart fluttered, and she slowly raised her head, secretly glancing at Ning Huayong's expression.
“Don't mess around and ruin a girl's honor.”
Ning Huayong lightly pursed his lips, but with a sense of authority, he silenced the ducks in the room
"Three wives and four concubines were things of the old dynasty. These are not fashionable in Shanghai. One wife at home is enough."
The room was filled with absurd laughter, but he was cold to the point that Shanghai was indeed a different place from Beijing. His expression was cold and proud, and he coldly distanced himself from these old and young people from the previous dynasty, and from her.
Wan Deng closed her eyes, not to look at the seemingly easy-going, but in fact cold, beautiful man.
With dark hair, dark eyes, and a cold and careless look, Ning Huayong would only listen slightly when others talked about Wan Xiang's affairs. His focused expression stabbed Wan Deng's heart like a knife.
In an instant, she felt the pain of wanting to cry, the pain was so heartbreaking that she couldn't resist or get rid of it.
"Huayong, although the ceremony has been completed, the wedding banquet in Shanghai has not been held yet, uh..."
The old patriarch looked around, beckoned Ning Huayong to lean over his ears, and hesitantly spoke.
"Our rule here is that we wait until the wedding reception on your side is over before having to put off the candle at the bridal chamber---"
"I understand."
Ning Huayong's beautiful eyes curved, and he gently pushed away the old man's wrinkled face with his fingers.
"What the old patriarch taught me is that the main banquet is in the south. I won't touch the princess until both parties are done."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest with relief. Only in this way would Wan Xiang not be underestimated easily.
But Wandeng only felt as if he was seeing a little starlight in the dark night, as if he was reborn.
After the wedding in Beijing, the twin sisters took the same train and went straight to Shanghai. Wan Xiang is to get married and Wan Deng is there to represent the royal family.
Ning Huayong returned to Shanghai as early as possible. The wedding there required more preparations than in Beijing. He didn't even have time to spend time with his new wife, so he hurried home.
Wan Xiang sat on the train, looking at the regressing scenery outside the window, holding her chin in thought.
Wan Deng sat opposite her, looking at the glass of bitter and strangely sweet black water in front of Wan Xiang.
"Sister, what are you drinking?"
"Coffee."
Wan Xiang picked it up elegantly and took a sip. Her face wrinkled like a bun, but she drank it down without hesitation.
"It tastes terrible."
She breathed a long sigh of relief, lay down softly on the small table, held the lamp and stretched out her hand, drew a little of the remaining black juice, put it on the tip of her tongue, and smiled bitterly.
"No, I think it smells good."
"Really?"
"The Ning family adapts to foreign lifestyle. They drink coffee, chocolate tea and other things. I have to get used to it early, otherwise Master Ning will be in trouble."
"Huayong."
"Huh?" Wan Xiang looked at her sister in confusion.
"You should just call him Huayong, he likes it when you call him that."
"How do you know?"
Because behind the rockery, he said so.
Wan Deng hid the words in her mouth, sneered bitterly and turned around.
"He said it when he came to pay his respect, but you probably didn't hear it."
"Hua...Huayong."
Wan Xiang hesitated a little, holding her snow-white forehead with her palms.
"I can't say it. Wan Deng, I'm a little scared of him."
This man was so beautiful that he was almost too beautiful to look like a human being. He looked more like a god. Moreover, he also forced her to ask about her reselling ancient paintings at the wedding hall, which made her feel lingering fear.
Pretentious!
Wan Deng almost blurted out, but was frightened by herself. She hurriedly stood up and closed the door of the box. Her body twisted softly and fell on the soft bed, burying her little face in the snow-white quilt.
"Wan Deng? Wan Deng, Wan Deng..."
Wan Xiang's soft voice knocked anxiously on the door of the box, but she couldn't summon Wan Deng.
"Sister, I'm tired. Let me rest for a while."
The hoarse voice was buried in the cotton wool, and Wan Deng couldn't control the big tears in dropping from eyes, like a small animal that couldn't find its owner, huddled in the corner and trembling, crying as much as it wanted.
Sister, how about we change, how about I get married in your place...
Wan Xiang and Wan Deng, two ancient antiques from the past, were frightened by the gorgeous and prosperous scene as soon as they set foot in Shanghai. Compared with Beijing, here is like two different countries, creating a huge contrast between the times.
The two sisters turned into country bumpkins. They sat in the car sent by Ning Huayong and passed through the flashing neon lights. They stared at the women walking back and forth on the street wearing high heels and cheongsam with large slits and heavy makeup.
"I don't want to dress like this..."
Wan Xiang was scared, and she and Wan Deng trembled and hugged each other. They couldn't accept this kind of clothing and decorations.
The driver in front of me laughed.
"Don't worry, madam, Young Master has already prepared your clothes. The wedding banquet will be held when you arrive at the mansion."
The moment she saw the dress, Wan Xiang felt that she had a battle ahead of her.
"Madam, put this on so that it can be cuffed around your waist!"
"Madam, raise your face and I will apply powder for you..."
"Madam, this is what women in Shanghai wear, so just wear it..."
The incense has been stripped off, and the huge white wedding dress is like a pile of new snow, as beautiful as a dream. This is what Westerners call a wedding dress, it's nothing, but the she refused to wear that little cloth with round bulging front on her bre*st no matter what.
Wan Deng is on the side, but couldn't squeeze into the red and pink wearing ladies of surrounding her sister.
Wan Xiang hugged her chest as not to let the women around her pull away her arms and put on her the strange cloth. Some even fell on their backs, disrupted several powder boxes on the table, and broke several lipstick sticks as they struggled to put on her the undergarment, but she still didn't give up resisting.
"What's wrong?"
A gentle voice with a smile came in. Wan Xiang screamed, hastily picked up the white veil to protect her chest and shrank into the bottom of the dressing table. She raised her messy hair and looked up at the man who folded his arms and leaned against the door.
Wan Deng could barely control her feet, and was about to step forward when she saw Ning Huayong passing her and walking directly towards Wan Xiang. She obediently stopped, suppressing the suffocating breath in her chest, and watched him walk towards her sister.
"I-I don't want to wear that weird thing..."
The tears of grievance hung on her eyelashes, and she bit her lower lip, not daring to look at her husband who walked up leisurely.
"This is the most fashionable bra shipped from Europe! What's the weird thing─"
The girl who was dressing Wan Xiang on the side was about to collapse, holding her forehead and yelling.
"You all get out."
Ning Huayong looked at the tearful face who refused to cooperate. He waved his hands helplessly to drive them away. He knelt down and faced Wan Xiang face to face.
"Xiang'er, it turns out you have quite a temper."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to pull her, but he saw the little lady shrinking further in and looking at him aggrievedly.
With a slight sigh, Ning Huayong softened his expression and sat down on the spot. His fingertips rested on Wan Xiang's bare shoulders. The coolness made Wan Xiang's heart tremble.
"Come on, come out and let me hug you."
The jade doll hugging the dress hesitated for a moment. Ning Huayong was calm and quiet, patiently waiting for her for almost a quarter of an hour before she slowly leaned out.
Ning Huayong watched her moving slow. After a while, a moist and soft little hand slowly placed on his palm.
Ning Huayong pulled her out and held her tightly in his arms!
Wan Xiang trembled in fear, but did not run away. She just wrapped her arms around her naked upper body.
The pink and smooth skin rubbed against his chest. Ning Huayong saw that she was as pitiful as a little chick, and his heart was filled with emotion. He couldn't help but smile affectionately.
"Xiang'er, I don't want to scare you. If you don't like something, just say no. You are my wife. In this house, your words are more effective than mine, you know?"
"Then, then I don't want to wear this."
The little lady pointed at the strange bra with tears in her eyes.
"Okay, don't wear it."
"The shoes hurt my feet, I can't stand, wuwu---" The sharp golden high heels made her stagger and tremble in pain.
"I'm going to ask someone to buy flat shoes."
"The powder in Shanghai is so thick and fragrant, I keep sneezing---"
"I brought you rouge from Beijing."
"Master Ning, why are you..."
Wan Xiang looked up at him timidly. She even felt that she was being willful and unreasonable but why is he so good-tempered and easy to talk to?
He rubbed Wan Xiang's delicate ear with the tip of his nose affectionately.
"Is there anything else you want? I'll arrange it as well."
This is the beautiful woman he found with great difficulty from the distant courtyard of Beijing. She is too frightened to keep up with this frantic and advancing era, but she is stubborn and progressive. It is really endearing.
He scared her at the wedding ceremony in Beijing, but he had to confirm who among the two identical jade dolls was the one he had unintentionally fallen in love with. He had always been aloof, but that time outside the church was the biggest surprise in his life. Her soft body bumped into him in panic. In an instant, his world was captivated by her.
How is he going to take care of this beautiful fragile doll?
As if he didn't mean to, his long fingers gently touched her breasts which were half covered by the dress in her embrace, revealing the top of her white full bre*sts. Wan Xiang jumped up in fright, but her arms were bent and held firmly back in his embrace. And he softly pressed his warm and greedy red lips on her.
Wan Xiang was frightened to tears, but her arms was pulled back behind her back by him, trembling like a fallen leaf in the wind.
"If you don't like it, you can tell me to stop. I won't force you."
The man who was as beautiful as a fairy slightly loosened his red lips and breathed ambiguously into Wan Xiang's ear, but he really have no intention to stop.
The large windows of Shanghai's western-style buildings exude a hot spring atmosphere and a moist breeze, with sunlight shining through the snow-white curtains on the man's face.
The flowing spring-like long hair hangs down slightly from one side of his cheek, and the slender white neck like a crane has an unusually graceful Adam's apple curve. Wan Xiang lies on her back on the ground, still holding layers of the white dress, looking a little dazed.
"There's nothing I don't like..."
Wan Xiang blurted out, looking at the man on top of him, his eyes narrowed happily, he opened his arms to embrace the little lady tightly, and his cold forehead gently pressed against Wan Xiang's lips.
"In the name of the Father, you are mine", he murmured.
Wan Deng clenched her hand, her palms were slippery, and she almost pulled the door handle off, but she just stood there frozen, watching him bend down his flexible and slender body, and kissed his sister's lips with satisfaction over and over again.
She heard the sound of her world completely shattering, and pieces of her soul shattering into fragments that could no longer be pieced together.
In the end, Wan Xiang didn't wear that strange bra. Instead, she secretly wore the white bellyband that the Ning family had given her inside and covered it up with a wedding dress.
Wan Xiang has a very good figure, with ample chest and looks stunning even without make-up. She struggles to straightened her back as she held Ning Huayong's arm, shuttling through the flower gates and banquets. The wedding tables in Shanghai were covered with white cloth, and clusters of flowers were piled up. Guests held parasols and drove small cars, as if they were in another country.
Wan Deng quietly picked out a bellyband embroidered with golden chrysanthemums and wore it under her cheongsam. Her plump breasts revealed the same charming curves as Wan Xiang's, which attracted jealous glances from the blond foreign girls.
She ignored it and just looked up at the window decorated with flower vines on the third floor above the western-style building.
In that window is Huayong and Wan Xiang's bedroom. After today's wedding banquet, it will be their belated wedding night.
Sister, let me steal a night...
Just one night.
The second floor of Ning Huayong's villa was vacated for entertaining guests, while the layout of the third floor was completely symmetrical. Their wedding room was on the right side of the stairs, and there was a large room on the left. The two rooms had exactly the same layout and even the furniture are the same.
Wan Deng clenched her hand, remembering her sister's surprised and happy expression when she first opened the room in Shanghai when she first arrived in Shanghai.
"What a big bed!"
They jumped up and down on the soft, snow-white bed. They couldn't believe that there was a soft bed that could bounce people up.
Wan Xiang rolled around on the bed, the smooth satin sliding across her skin.
"It's so comfortable. If possible, I want to send a few back to grandfather and mother."
"Okay, how big and tall do you want it to be? Do you want a bed top? And a few footstools of the same style?"
Ning Huayong asked with a faint smile, his beautiful eyes only showing warmth when looking at Wan Xiang.
They looked so much alike that it was still difficult for Ning Huayong to tell them apart, so he always asked them to wear different clothes.
His tenderness is very clear, only for Wan Xiang.
For others, there is only the indifference behind that smile.
For Ning Huayong, she tried her best to adapt to this strange place and strange era. Without saying a word, she put on a strange bra and cheongsam, climbed on the painful high heels, drank champagne. She accepted everything from coffee to unfamiliar words and unfamiliar recipes. She only hoped that Ning Huayong would see her efforts and see that she was more adaptable to this era than Wan Xiang.
It turned out that she was so eager to get his love, his tenderness, and his gaze. She was so brave in front of him and tried so hard to please, but she was not even an object of charity and pity.
But my sister is different.
Unlike her, who almost exhausted all her energy to love like a moth to a flame, Wan Xiang is at a loss. She doesn't know what her attitude towards this man is yet, she just enjoys the tenderness that Wan Deng cannot ask for!
Since childhood, my sister has always been able to get what she likes, whether it is intelligence, the favor of her elders, the admiration and obedience of everyone in the palace, and even the love of Ning Huayong.
Wan Deng stared blankly at the yellow-orange golden champagne in front of her. Amidst the priest's blessing, she watched her sister throw out the bouquet, raised her hand, and drank the champagne in one gulp.
It's late at night, and the guests are returning.
The colorful wedding banquet dispersed, leaving behind a mess in the courtyard, with messy candy and cakes cut into pieces, and silver beads of chocolate scattered all over the floor, sparkling like dewdrops on the lawn.
Wan Xiang is a bride who was drunk and went upstairs to take off her makeup early to rest. Ning Huayong finished entertaining the last batch of guests and walked to the door in person, shaking hands gracefully and saying goodbye.
Wan Deng pursed her lips as she watched the waiter in charge of the wedding banquet bring him a glass of decanter.
He didn't pay much attention, he held it with his long fingers, raised his head and drank it into his mouth.
Her heart and eyes were burning anxiously with the movement of his Adam's apple, almost drowning her.
"Oh, is this left or right..."
Ning Huayong somehow he felt like the world was spinning, and couldn't see the ground clearly. He walked to the third floor, holding on to the spiral staircase and mumbling dizziness.
The left and right sides were exactly the same, even the decorations were the same. He sighed drowsily, and ran his long fingers through the scattered beautiful black hair on his forehead. There was silence around him. He didn't like that there were many people at home, so he sent them away early to watch the fun. His relatives and servants were all on the first floor, and he waved his hand not to go upstairs without permission.
The little beauty he had longed for appeared in front of him. With a sweet and kind smile, he said, This is the right side.
Well, it's right.
Wan Xiang.
Ning Huayong's slightly red white jade cheeks suddenly showed a soft smile. He followed the little jade's guidance and turned to the left. He opened the door of the wedding room according to the position in his memory and pressed her on the snow white bed full of roses.
"Ah...ah..."
Wan Deng's legs were forcefully pulled apart, and she covered her chest in panic with the torn fabric. A pair of snowy breasts bounced out in embarrassment. The red bellyband embroidered with golden chrysanthemums could not cover those beautiful round bre*sts. Ning Huayong chuckled, his silky black hair falling on her body, and he lowered his head to taste it.
"Well...you are so obedient today."
Ning Huayong's lips were full of indulgence, and she clasped her thin waist with affection, impatiently pulling away the last few pieces of clothing she had left, and her long fingers gently stroked the golden chrysanthemum shining in the moonlight on her belly.
"I gave this to you, right? Do you still like red?"
"I don't like red. I like you."
Wan Deng opened her legs and moaned in pain, tears slowly flowing down her tender cheeks, as if she could not bear such cruel torture.
"You like me?"
His voice was intoxicating and soft, and the moon-white smoothness glided over the side of his face that was as beautiful as an elf.
"Heh... how much do you like me?"
"I like you like this."
Wan Deng knelt down, one hand behind her back, and slowly untied the thin red rope on the back of her bellyband. The thin red fabric fell to the ground, leaving a trace of stunning red.
What was exposed to the air was a crystal soft, almost perfect body, trembling slightly in the cold spring air, longing for his love and mercy.
If Huayong touched her tonight, then tomorrow when he woke up, she would secretly switch identities with her sister and lie to Huayong that she was Wan Xiang, and Wan Xiang was her.
Anyway, no one can separate them, not even Huayong. She loves him so much, but her sister doesn't love him. When her virginity is revealed, Wan Xiang will definitely propose to change her identity.
Sister, I will stay here in Shanghai for you. You should go back to the Palace of Beijing. The man I love is here. I want him, this person, and I won’t give it to you.
"Huayong, Huayong."
Lantern called her sweetly, knowing that Huayong liked her to call him like this.
Ning Huayong's desire has been completely aroused. He is impatient with the slow flirting and puts the naked little lady on the bed, almost wanton teasing.
"Ahh..."
Wan Deng leaned her lower back on the big soft cushion, with the tenderness between her legs wide open, moaning sharply, her plump and swollen bre*sts squeezed in his large hands.
As soon as the tender p*ssy was touched, it was wet and flowing with honey. Wan Deng took the initiative to lift up her chest and rubbed the two trembling soft balls in front of Huayong's chest, which made him laugh in surprise and amazement. He pulled out the wet white jade fingertips from the flower hole, opened his red lips and sucked the erect red nipples.
"What a sensitive little lady, are you ready so quickly? Now, open wider!"
She was so obedient, obeying his wishes and opening her legs wider, allowing him to admire her red and tender petals.
"Xiang'er..."
He leaned forward, kissed her sweet lips, raised her white and tender legs with one hand, and pressed upwards on her swollen breasts. The arc outlined by the moonlight was so beautiful, and he rubbed her soft cheeks lovingly as he slide his huge length ambigously at her hole.
"Be good, Xiang'er. Tell me if it hurts, um..."
"I won't cry, I want you."
As soon as she finished speaking, the man directly spread her legs wide. His body was trembling slightly, his eyes were as intoxicating as spring water, and he stood up and thrust in fiercely!
The huge c*ck pierced the thin symbol of virginity. It was huge and violent, and penetrated deeply into her tight opening.
"Huayong, Huayong..."
She screamed in pain, and her nails pierced the skin of Huayong's shoulders. Her body was torn apart so cruelly. He was so huge that she could hardly hold it. Her hole was painfully stretched. The bright red blood slowly slid down the place where the two are connected. She raised her head in pleasure and pain, straightened her chest and raised her buttocks, letting him grab her thin ankles and gallop almost madly.
"Ah, ah, ah...More, more, Huayong..."
The honey flowed across the river, and the thick man's length kept moving in and out between the white and tender legs, making a lustful and shameful sound. Through the moonlight, she saw the man's slender body that was constantly thrusting. Look at his fine beads of sweat covering his jade-white forehead, look at his extremely graceful and charming appearance.
Huayong moved wildly, almost bursting into a smile of surprise. Not only did the woman under him not squirm at all, but she screamed enthusiastically, twisting her slender waist, stretched to the limit by him, and trembling under him.
"Little fairy, you're squeezing tight, come on, slow down a little..."
He hugged her and sat up on the big bed, holding her tightly as he stood up. Ning Huayong was sucked in by her so much that he laughed and gasped. He pinched the two swaying and trembling buttocks tightly with his long fingers and pressed them tightly. The lower bodies were rubbed wantonly, and the honey flowed freely down their bodies. The erotic pleasure made him vent even more wildly.
The two of them were like tightly entwined snakes, tumbling and intertwined on the big snow-white bed. The sounds of love between men and women were low and desolate in the moonlit night. The moonlight illuminated the wedding room on the third floor, and the fragrance of the woman sleeping in the bathtub was cold and comatose.
Wan Deng did not expect that Ning Huayong's desire was so strong. He vented it several times and never stopped. He was gentle and slow, violent and fierce, and he was entangled endlessly.
"Xiang'er, open your mouth a little more, um..."
The fiery red lips gently bit her earlobe, her breasts tightly squeezing the cold door panel, and she withstood the rapid and crazy manipulation of the man behind her.
His black hair was entangled with hers, his strong arms supported one of her trembling thighs, and his hard lower abdomen slapped her white butt*cks hard.
"Xiang'er, Xiang'er..."
Huayong pressed his long arms tightly against the door panel, hugged the her tightly in his arms, and murmured the most cherished name in his heart. His long eyelashes cast long shadows, his eyes were glazed, but his smile was gentle. He kissed her trembling neck.
"Huayong, don't call me this name, don't..."
Wan Deng's body was hot, but icy tears fell coldly, but he didn't understand. He thought she was weeping unbearably due to pleasure. He gently pressed against her back, teasing and squeezing her bouncing bre*sts.
"Why, your name is very nice, Xiang'er, Xiang'er, I like it very much, um..."
His smile was extravagant and low, and his lower body kept thr*sting in and out with the murmuring movements. The ecstasy of being sucked by her became more and more intense each time.
"Why? Huayong...why do you like Xiang'er?"
"Why, hmm..."
Huayong chuckled, thinking she was shy, so she called herself in the third person. He pushed his hard c*ck hard, earning a startled gasp from the beauty, and then he bit her ear with a smile while hitting her, expressing all his love. Whispering to her.
"The first time I met you was when you just came out of Father Smith's place. You were in a panic. You secretly hid a scroll in your arms..."
A drop of tear fell gently on her fingertips. She moaned with pleasure, while his heart was filled with despair.
She once had a delusional thought that the person who made him fall in love was not Wan Xiang, but a sudden glance at her across the street. When the reality, when he called her at that time, he thought she was Wan Xiang.
She never went to Father Smith to sell paintings or hide the scrolls. This man had already been in love for a long time, who he really wanted to hold is Wan Xiang.
Um……
Huayong raised his head, hugged the violently trembling delicate body and continued to pound fast. The fragrant nectar was squeezed out of the flower hole by his huge c*ck and contracted violently, making him frown and gasp with desire.
"Is there anything else?"
Wan Deng opened her eyes wide and asked with tears, was there any moment that made his heart move when he was facing her instead of Wan Xiang?
"Xiang'er, why are you crying?"
Huayong smiled while repeated pound and charged wildly. Her delicate body trembled violently, her wet and hot flower hole continued to shrink, but she could see the clear long knuckles slowly wiping away the tears left on her cheeks.
"And that time, after you sold all the paintings, you were crying all the way, and you bumped into my servant in a panic. You were so frightened that you turned around and ran away. I couldn't catch up... so I had to run to the priest to ask for your identity...”
"Xiang'er, I have never seen a girl like you. The palace has fallen and you are not allowed to sell the ancient paintings, but you are so sad and crying all the time. The priest said you are almost overwhelmed by guilt."
"Are those ancient antiques? The splendid history of the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties was resold to foreigners in your hands. You are so sad, but you have to bow to reality? You're a good woman, I will buy them all back for you..."
"I have taken in several foreign mistresses before, but they have been separated long ago. I only want you."
That jade doll that was crying all the way in Beijing that smelled of gunfire, like a butterfly, she swooped in and flew away in fear.
Her long black hair curled behind her back, reflecting her big, bright, watery, panicked eyes, slammed into his unguarded heart and engraved it for the rest of his life.
"I've been looking for you for a long time, Xiang'er. Now that I found you, you will always be mine."
With an evil and beautiful curve on his lips, Huayong continued to push forward mercilessly as Wan Deng collapsed and gasped and cried, violently thr*sting into her tender p*ssy that kept twitching in orgasm.
"What about Wan Deng? What do you think of Wan Deng?"
The passion faded away. Her big bre*sts, lips, and secret hole were all stained with lustful white liquid. She knelt on the ground in despair and whispered to her brother-in-law who was leaning on the sofa and lying lazily on the ground.
She forced a smile, her bangs hanging slightly, and her fists tightly placed on her bare thighs, waiting for him to pronounce his verdict.
"Wan Deng? She's your sister."
Huayong said something, but did not speak again. Instead, he leaned over and kissed her. He was still a little drunk and not sober. The sobering drink he drunk earlier were mixed with a high-concentration dr*g. The medicine effect will take a while to subside.
"Yes, Wan Deng! How do you feel about her?"
As long as he says something, whether he calls her cute or annoying, as long as he says something, she will not care about anything.
"I don't feel anything."
Ning Huayong said lightly, with a hint of boredom on his beautiful brows, and pressed his aching forehead.
"My head feels dizzy, ugh."
He tilted his head and rested it on his long black hair. He closed his long eyelashes leisurely and slept quietly in the spring night in Shanghai, leaving behind a naked and frozen stiff Wan Deng.
No feeling.
She worked so hard and even handed over her innocent body, only to get three words of such indifference. Even if she and Wan Xiang changed their identities, she would only get a little infatuation.
Even if her identity is changed, she will always be Wan Xiang's substitute. She cannot accept such humiliating love. She is not willing to be her sister's shadow forever.
Ning Huayong, I don’t want to be a shadow, I want you to hold me as me and make you truly fall in love with me.
Wan Deng covered her face and laughed dryly, leaning against the forehead of the sleeping man, making her whole body tremble with laughter.
The slender and heavy body was dragged to the wedding room on the other side. Wan Deng gasped and let go of the sleeping Huayong on the bed. She scattered the three-third of medicine into a wine glass, held it in Huayong's lips, and fed it to him.
Three-thirds of the medicine powder is enough to wake him up, but not enough to restore his consciousness. This was an ancestral drug passed down from the royal family, something that even Wan Xiang didn't know about.
Before she had finished cleaning up, she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. Wan Deng panicked and immediately hid under the huge wedding bed.
She just drank a little but how come she fell asleep in the bathtub?
Wan Xiang drowsily opened the bathroom door and came out, rubbing her eyes, she saw her husband who just woke up holding his forehead and slightly opened his eyes to look at her, his long hair was messy, black as ink and jade, and his mouth was hooked with a sexy and beautiful smile.
Uh...
Wan Xiang was frightened by his expression, and her gaze lingered on his naked body.
"Ahh!"
She didn't know that he was outside and he had no clothes on. Just as she was about to hide away, she was hugged by strong arms, and pushed in the bed.
"Master Ning..."
“Why don't you call me Huayong anymore?”
Ning Huayong frowned slightly, then relaxed his eyebrows again, with a smile on his lips.
"I just slept for a while, so you went to take a shower?"
"I didn't. Master Ning, please put on your clothes..."
"Silly."
Ning Huayong grabbed Wan Xiang's wrist. His thin red lips whispered softly.
"Don't hide... I love you so much, don't hide from me."
The soft whisper was as intoxicating as wine flowing over the silk, and it shocked the two women with the same faces in the room at the same time.
Wan Xiang covered her mouth and saw Huayong drunkenly stand up, smiling and reaching over to kiss the tip of her nose lovingly.
Her thin wrist was pulled by him, and he fell down on the snow-white bed. She was held in his arms and was hugged tightly, for fear that she would escape.
"Xiang'er, Xiang'er, I didn't mean to scare you at the wedding, but I don't want to marry anyone else except you. Don't hide from me. I really love you."
The usually cold and aloof man was like a child at this moment, holding Wan Xiang's waist and slightly trembling.
"I like it when you call me by my name. Don't be angry. Why won't you say my name when you've done it..."
"Ning...Huayong."
"Uhm. It's good." Huayong's eyes curled up.
"Do you really love me? Are you sure?"
I am sure.
The man lowered his head, bit her fragrant red lips, smiled at her, and was fascinated by her.
Wan Deng hid under the bed and bit the flesh on her arms, drawing blood.
"It hurts! Master Ning, please be gentle, ugh..."
Wan Xiang trembled and wiped away tears. The pain of being broken made her almost faint. Dark red blood dripped on the snow-white mattress.
"We just did it, it will only hurt a little, um, you are really killing me..."
The handsome man laughed and gasped, kneeling behind his beautiful and enchanting snow-white naked wife, holding her waist and raising her pink and round buttocks, fiercely thrusting.
"What do you mean we just did it...ughh"
Wan Deng's soft cry was muffled back by her red lips. The sound of love-making resound in the big room. The bed creaked back and forth with Huayong's violent movements, and she shrank. Shaking her shoulders like a small animal, she drank all the crying into her trembling lips.
"Master Ning..."
With her wrists locked and nailed to the pillow, Wan Xiang didn't understand why he didn't pity her newly-lost virginity at all. He was so wild and unscrupulous, thr*sting into her tight hole and ravishing her plump bre*sts. She was squeezed vigorously, causing her to cry repeatedly in pain.
"Call me Huayong. I like it when you call me Huayong."
A sweet voice whispered in her ears, and Wan Xiang screamed. He pressed her into the soft white mattress, leaving only her plump b*ttocks raised high, struggling to squeeze the huge c*ck that was thr*sting wildly into her wet hole.
"Huayong..."
"Uhmm..."
Ning Huayong admired that the woman in his arms. She was so delicate and charming, with shy pitiful watery eyes. And she was tied with a long five-color silk thread, tightly binding all his affection.
His length was tightly clamped by the trembling flesh walls. After Huayong gasped with a smile, he suddenly grabbed her trembling b*ttocks and pounded her hard.
Her long hair was hanging down, and the room was lit with rose perfume. She buried her head and almost cried. Her body was pushed upwards by him, and she tightened her grip and tried to push him out, but she was rewarded with punishing red lips biting, and more fierce affection.
His long fingers reached down slightly and touched the honey that had splashed out from her during the violent thr*sting. He inserted them into her slightly open mouth as she gasped and moaned.
"Bite it. It'll feel better."
Wan Xiang cried and moaned, closed her mouth and bit the jade-white fingertips that stretched into her lips. She felt that her body was being cruelly kneaded, and his pounding became more and more wild. Wan Xiang had no strength at all, and lay softly on the European style on the carved bedside, letting the man behind her have his way.
"Little fairy, spread your legs wider. Why are you so nervous."
Ning Huayong teased her with a smile, picked her up, and felt that the pleasure was not enough. He hugged her on the edge of the bed, pushed her down, and pulled her towards his standing and aggressive c*ck.
"Uh-huh……"
Her plump b*ttocks were raised high, and her eyes were half-closed, allowing Huayong to be violently hit the mark.
Wan Deng hugged her knees as she looked at her sister's jade-white little feet swaying on the edge of the bed. Huayong's desire was so strong that her sister couldn't bear the teasing, so she softly begged for mercy repeatedly.
The numb flower hole contracted and gushed out a large amount of honey. The messy liquid dripped onto the cold floor in front of Wan Deng as they made love. The big bed above her head, creaked, accompanied by the man's laughter and her sister's hysterical moans.
"Ah... it's too deep! Mr. Ning...Huayong, please be gentle--"
"Yes?"
"Oh, no! No! Huayong, please, harder! Ahhh..."
The panicked jade arms tightly hugged the smiling man who was about to retreat. Huayong had teased her enough. The huge c*ck quickly filling in the wet hole thirstily.
Wan Deng tried to ignore the frivolous sounds and looked out in the dim light of the moonlight and saw many small things from Beijing piled on the floor, which were swept aside at this moment.
On that tiring spring day, the sunshine was clear, and the man she fell in love with at first sight, who broke her heart, was smiling, holding a lot of messy trinkets to please girls in the silk and satin shop, and his eyes were as picturesque as spring. Not even as bright as his smile.
"Hmm..."
Wan Xiang's moans became softer and softer. She gradually lost her strength and gasped tremblingly. She hugged Huayong's neck softly, and her snow-colored feet weakly wrapped around his vigorous waist.
"No more..."
"You don't want it anymore but you're still clamping tightly?"
He pinched it hard with his fingers, continued to torture, and attacked forcefully, feeling the intense twitching of the flower hole. He continued to tease to see her charming messy appearance.
Ah, those trinkets were probably bought by Huayong to please her sister.
"Slow down... slow down... I won't be able to get up and go out tomorrow, ah..."
Lewd moaning continued fill the room.
"Who said you have to go out tomorrow?"
The sprint intensified, and the pearl-colored moist bre*sts were stained with finger marks, making them a sight to behold.
None of these carefully selected things were given to her.
"Let go! Don't look..."
"Let me take a closer look."
The charming smile was endearing.
"Otherwise, there are shackles there. How about I tie your ankles to the foot of the bed one by one?"
It seems that these stars are not for her, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
Two people were loving each other wholeheartedly, and they didn't see that there's a stubborn and crying little figure under the bed.
Deep in love, loneliness cannot be concealed. The murmuring in her ears is like a sigh when a flower falls. Starlight falls on the night in Shanghai, and the sound of the Yellow River comes, vague and wandering.
"Huayong, ahh, Huayong..."
"Huayong, woo woo..."
In the huge wave of despair, the slender and delicate strong fingers tightly held the beautiful woman's sweaty white face and kissed her tenderly.
The girl's orgasmic screams were accompanied by the man's gasping for breath, and the big bed finally came to a slow stop in the frenzied swing that was almost falling apart.
The weak gasps lingered in the air, and the night wind could not disperse the thick musky smell of the intense love making in the room. Wan Xiang pressed her soft and heaving chest with one hand, and was held in the arms of her husband like a jewel. She curled up, lowered her head and rested her head on Huayong's arm. She can feel her husband's fingertips gently caressing her hair.
Looking back, on the spring this year, who did the peach blossoms turn red for?
Who have I missed in my dream? A curtain of dreams, who am I thinking about while leaning on the railing?
The night is so long and seems to have no end.
She was abandoned by fate, trapped under the bed, enduring the torment of this hell.
"Huayong?"
"Hmm, do you want more?"
The charming eyes curved.
"I don't want it!"
Wan Xiang shrank in fear and moved away from him. Finally, she curled her eyes and raised the corners of her lips.
"Master Ning, your name..."
"What about it?"
"I'm used to it, it's easy to pronounce."
There was no sound, only a gentle kiss, falling next to her hair. Wan Xiang saw Huayong slowly straighten up and open the luxurious carved window at the head of the bed. A familiar scent of citrus and goose pear wafted in and she couldn't help but be moved.
"Huayong, this is..."
"The yard is paved with the last few loads of flower pond soil that I had people buy from Jiangnan."
The man's voice after the sweaty session has a soul-stirring lazy sexiness, and the slightly moist and graceful red lips greedily touch the beauty's lips in his arms. His lips lingered over and over again.
"Xiang'er, you're used to that kind of soil. You can go and cool down there in the future, it will feel like the royal palace in the capital. Do you like it?"
"I like it, I like it."
The little hands were tightly twisted, her heart was touched and indescribably thumping fast.
Wan Xiang leaned in his arms, closed her eyes, and looked at the stars in the spring night in Shanghai, her heart was as bright as glass.
I like you, Ning Huayong.
Wan Deng lowered her eyes and looked at the bloody marks on her wrists that she bit. The pain of her body being torn apart was still there, and burning tears fell one by one.
I like you, Ning Huayong.
She whispered silently, without stopping, gritting her teeth, there were only three words, Ning Huayong.
I like you, I like you.