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Various women in dresses and cheongsams are sitting on the lawn in the courtyard. They have thick pink cheeks and fashionable hair curls. Their fair thighs are exposed from the cracks in the cheongsam. They surrounded Wan Xiang, they visited this antique from the previous dynasty that was married to the gorgeous young master of the Ning family.
Wan Xiang kept the smile on her face, softly and silently, but she couldn't hide her tiredness at all. That look aroused waves of bitter and jealous jokes.
"Oh, look at our Mrs. Ning's haggard look, has she been 'used up' by Master Ning?"
"Isn't that right? We sisters are all aware of Master Ning's ability. He was well-known in Shanghai. Not only did he have many celebrities in his house, but he also hired several concubines outside!"
"When Master Ning was at his craziest, it was said that he hired several geishas in one night!"
"It is said that Master Ning even played with a young lady in the army!"
"Pfft, I know that young lady. She is famous for her beauty, and she has slept with countless men in her bed. But I heard that the one she will never forget the most is him. She comes here every two or three days to hook up with him, trying to lure Mr. Ning back to bed!”
"It's useless. Mr. Ning is only interested in new things. He will be happy for a while and then it will fade away. He will never look back."
"Mrs. Ning, don't worry, you're just going to have to suffer for a few days. When Master Ning's fresh energy wears off, you can get through it and you don't have to be so tired, heh!"
A nest of women's mouth is venomous, squeaking, and making bitter jokes that were full of jealousy. Wan Xiang was thin-skinned. After being talked about for a while, she can only silently endure and clench her hands tightly.
"Shut up, it's so noisy."
Wan Deng scolded her coldly. There was still a dull pain between her legs. She was leaning on a European-style flower-carved chair with a pale face. Her hair was tied up in a fashionable style and she was wearing a charming cheongsam with gold and green flowers. Even if she rested in the shadow of the tree, her beauty can't be ignored.
These ladies had long been jealous of this pair of beautiful jade dolls. Miss Chen glanced sideways at her and disdainfully.
"We are talking to Mrs. Ning. Why are you interrupting us?"
"I'm tired, Have you spoke enough?"
"Hey! It's the bride who's been 'overworked'. Why do you look so haggard as if you've been with a man?"
Miss Chen covered her mouth with a handkerchief and chuckled.
"I told you, one woman is not enough for Master Ning! Could it be that the two of you sisters are only pretending to be giving away your marriages, and that both of you are really serving the young Master?”
"Oh, that's strange." Wan Deng sniffed and sneered disdainfully.
"Why do I smell vinegar? Miss Chen, please cure the pimples on your face first, and then come in front of my sister to provoke my brother-in-law. Won't you?
Miss Chen choked, and a bunch of raised red pimples on her face were faintly highlighted under the thick powder, making her look even more ferocious. She threw down her handkerchief and ran away in tears. The others were also bored and stood up to leave.
Wan Xiang burst out laughing and secretly gave her sister a wink of appreciation.
Wan Deng pretended not to see it. The sunlight filtered through the shadows of the trees, like falling gold, and shone brightly on the lake green cheongsam.
It's late autumn, there are osmanthus seeds, ten miles of lotus ponds, and a lake of soft and thick reed flowers. The season is full of flowers.
Wan Deng is behind a tree, with the withered soft yellow autumn grass curled up on the fingertips, she slowly walked out of the shadows, her bright eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Her slender waist was swayed as she moved to the man sitting leisurely in the courtyard.
Ever since Wan Xiang entered the door, Ning Huayong felt pain like nothing else. He was really obedient and responsive to all requests. The relationship between the two of them has been growing by leaps and bounds, and they are as close as each other and extremely affectionate.
The cold and romantic nobleman in Shanghai in the past has completely turned into a wife slave. All his tenderness was only used on that Beijing princess, which made countless people in the Spring Boudoir Dream bite their silver teeth with hatred.
Wan Xiang is still Wan Xiang, but Wan Deng is no longer Wan Deng.
She was quickly attracted by Shanghai, and learned all the various styles and bustling charms of this land of feasting, greenery, and tenderness. The soft and gorgeous colors were so rich in her body that she could no longer compare to the youthful fragrance of a girl.
"The new era is good, but Deng'er, I don't want you to learn everything. You are progressing too fast. It's better to take it slow..."
Wan Xiang still had the same long, straight black hair with thin bangs as in Beijing, clean and warm, but her eyes looked at her sister's charming curly hair permed into huge waves with some disapproval, and she persuaded her worriedly.
But she did not listen to her sister at all.
She wants to change. She doesn't have much time or opportunity. She wants to be a completely different person from Wan Xiang. She wants to attract Ning Huayong to fall in love with her, who is completely different from Wan Xiang.
Now, Ning Huayong can quickly distinguish the two sisters. Even if they wear exactly the same clothes and sit still with a straight face, he can still correctly identify Wan Xiang.
Now it is impossible for Wan Deng to use the same appearance and disguised identity to deceive his tenderness. She can only get close to him desperately, silently hoarse, and capture his occasional glance back.
So tired, so sweet, so sad.
It hurts.
With a smile on her face, Wan Deng leaned closer and saw Ning Huayong carefully carving something.
A rouge-colored coral hairpin.
The coral was fragile, so he was extremely careful. He placed it in a wooden box and covered it with soft brocade. The small sharp knife flashed sharp silver light in the shadow. He slowly rubbed the coral on the tip of the knife, and the red powder followed the movements of his fingers. They fell one after another, carrying the fresh smell of sea water.
"Brother-in-law."
The soft tone is full of charm as she sat next to Huayong, hugging one of his arms lovingly. She looked over like a cat.
"Brother-in-law is carving something? Please teach me."
"Mm."
Huayong's lips were soft and elegant, and his smile was kind and warm. He seemed to have unintentionally withdrawn his arm that was hooked by her, and explained to her the techniques and patterns of seal carving very patiently and politely.
"What pattern is my brother-in-law carving?"
"Golden Chrysanthemum."
"Oh, my brother-in-law likes Golden Chrysanthemum?!"
She moved the chair under her butt, trying to get closer to him.
"No, your sister likes it."
He lowered his eyes as brightly as a fairy while Wan Deng gritted her teeth.
In the distance, there are faint mountains and rocks, fields of lotus leaves, and clear and round water. She takes a deep breath, leaning her head, hoping that the breeze will bring her the soft fragrance of his body for her to treasure.
"Wan Deng, please do me a favor."
Huayong's tone was low and gentle, without the slightest hint of impatience. His narrow and beautiful eyes were slightly curved, which attracted Lantern to respond eagerly.
"What's wrong, brother-in-law? What help do you need from me? No matter what, I will..."
"Sit farther away, don't block my sight."
He slowed down his tone kindly, but there was a cold and polite look in his beautiful eyes.
"If you get too close, you will touch my hand. Coral is delicate, and if it is broken, it won't be possible to start over, so please move aside."
Wan Deng stared with big eyes and trembled, then regained her consciousness and stamped her feet flirtatiously.
"Brother-in-law, you are chasing people away secretly!"
"No, I'm driving people away openly."
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she fumbled with her lapel in a panic before realizing that she had forgotten to bring her handkerchief, so she hurriedly wiped it off with her sleeve, only to find that the more she wiped, the more tears she shed.
"Brother-in-law, do you think I'm causing trouble to you by staying in Shanghai? I also know that I should go back to Beijing, but I really can't help but worry about my sister. I'm not here to cause trouble for you."
"I didn't drive you back to Beijing."
"Brother-in-law..." She was delighted.
"But you did cause me a lot of trouble."
Ning Huayong squinted his eyes, his beautiful amber eyes and black hair casually draped, lazy and indifference. He slowly rested one hand on the side of his beautiful cheek, the smile at the corner of his mouth was cold and distant as he looked at her coldly.
"Brother-in-law, I didn't mean it."
She wiped away the tears with her hands urgently. Huayong turned a blind eye and lowered his long eyelashes. His crystal-clear eyes were as clear and cold as glass beads.
"I, I don't want to go back to Beijing..."
The voice was suddenly panicked and messy. Beijing was so far away, and she might never see him again for the rest of her life. Even the small happiness of seeing him at such a close distance would eventually come to an end.
"I want to stay in Shanghai and spend more time with my sister."
Spend more time with you!
She rushed over and hugged Huayong's arm.
She learned Shanghai's feasting and banquets, but she couldn't learn the crazy love philosophy of drinking and getting drunk here. When she saw the person she loved frowning and being cold, she couldn't help but want to cry. In the end, she was still a useless princess from the Beijing Palace.
"It's okay if you don't want to go back to Beijing. I have many houses in Shanghai. You can live in any one you like. If you miss Wan Xiang, it doesn't hurt to come back and visit here."
He sneered politely, lowered his eyes in disgust, and looked coldly at Wan Deng's fingers wrapped around his arm.
"But please don't interfere with other people's lives. Wan Xiang and I are newlyweds. Please give us a pure world for the two of us. Don't linger here every day."
She slowly put away her tears, and watched him withdraw his arm in shock.
Her mind and soul scattered.
She is like a clown, cloying herself with him every second of every day, putting on his favorite makeup, wearing clothes that are close to his taste, and striving to integrate into his life circle. She hides all her tears behind her back and only blooms a happy smile for him every day. She exhausted the most tenderness in her life, just to be a little closer to him! He frowned, and she would worry and toss and turn all night long. With a slight smile, her whole day would be filled with beautiful spring flowers.
She was almost empty. Love was so tiring, but she got four words that were so cold and ruthless, disgusting and boring.
But the still ghost lingers, it wont leave.
It was as if a stake had been driven into her heart, and the poisonous thorns in her heart from long ago began to sprout and spread, piercing her heart and entangling wounds that would never heal.
"Huayong! Deng'er!"
Wan Xiang walked downstairs, her face is full of sweet and bright light. She didn't notice the dark tension in the corner of the courtyard and came skipping over.
Ning Huayong suddenly stood up with his slender body, stretched out his arms to hug her.
In the brocade box on the table, there shines the concentric hairpin made of coral. It is a very rare deep red color and the carving is excellent. It is embedded with golden chrysanthemums that he drilled and carved by himself. The gold reflects the blood-colored coral, as if it is gold.
"Xiang'er."
Huayong's eyes reflected Wan Xiang, and his frozen jade-like eyes turned into clear water, as blurry as the smoke waves in spring.
"Do you like this hairpin? I've engraved it with golden chrysanthemums."
"It's golden chrysanthemum again? You seem to like giving me golden chrysanthemum very much..."
He gently pulled Wan Xiang and let his warm hand hold the hairpin, rolled up a long black hair diagonally, and fixed it on the back of her head, with the rouge-colored coral hairpin reflected. The light and shadow swayed gently, rippling.
"It looks good."
Ning Huayong smiled, with a low voice that was soft and charming.
"I vaguely remember that on our wedding night you wore a red bellyband embroidered with golden chrysanthemums---"
"Bang!"
Wan Deng placed the tea cup heavily on the table, interrupting Huayong's words.
Her face was as pale as a ghost, and her whole body was trembling. Under Ning Huayong's beautiful but cold inquiring gaze, she hesitated and spoke to Wan Xiang, who is looking at her confused.
"Sister, I don't seem to feel well---"
After speaking, she feel like the sky is spinning, and her body fainted on the ground, with Wan Xiang's shrieks coming in her ears.
From that night on, Wan Deng developed a high fever.
Wan Xiang was very anxious and stayed with her day and night. She got up several times every day to check the temperature of Wan Deng.
"It's really strange. Deng'er is in good health and has never been sick since she was a child. Why did she suddenly become so sick?"
Wan Xiang was anxious of her burning temperature, but Ning Huayong was not in a hurry, although he invited the doctor to come. He also did not mention about letting Wan Deng move out, but he did not come to her room to visit her at all.
Wan Deng waited everyday for him to visit, but only her sister comes, not Ning Huayong.
Finally one day, when Wan Deng is a little better, Wan Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, and the two sisters were lying on the sofa downstairs chatting.
The lingering fragrance of spring is gone, the rain is falling, and the gramophone sings quietly about loneliness, with a low and hoarse squeak, as if a beauty is in her twilight years.
The door opened, and Ning Huayong, who she had not seen for many days, came in slightly wet from the rain.
Wan Deng stood up quickly, grabbed the towel on the coffee table, and wanted to run over and wipe his wet black hair with moisture.
Ning Huayong's soft black hair was wet. As if he didn't see Wan Deng and regardless of his sorry appearance, he took off his coat and walked straight towards Wan Xiang.
"Brother-in-law..."
Just as Wan Deng was about to approach him, Ning Huayong casually pulled a thin blanket and wrapped it tightly around Wan Xiang's thin shoulders.
"It's a cold autumn day, why are you dressed so carelessly?"
He spoke in a pampering tone, and the servants behind him carried back a large pile of beautifully wrapped gifts.
“These again? I have more things that I can use.”
Wan Xiang scolded him in a low voice, but she was helplessly wrapped around her waist like a baby.
Wan Deng was holding the towel with stiff hands, she lowered her head and said nothing.
"Madam! This is not something sold in ordinary shopping malls. The Master specially found someone to buy it from Europe."
The servant said with a smile, then turned to Wan Deng.
"Ms. Wan Deng, Master bought something for you too."
He placed large and small parcels in the living room, colorful, splendid and luxurious, all in duplicate.
"Don't just rush to open the gift, let me hold you for a while."
Ning Huayong chuckled helplessly, hugged Wan Xiang tightly, and sat on the sofa, his long fingers swept through his wet hair.
"Don't be like this, Wan Deng is here."
Wan Xiang's chest felt unruly rubbing, and her face suddenly turned red as fire. She quickly opened Ning Huayong's hand, twisting and fidgeting.
Ning Huayong originally wanted to tease her, but she reacted by twisting and turning. He smiled and sighed, and whispered softly with his red lips next to Wan Xiang's ear.
Wan Deng stretched her ears and took in every word they whispered, and her whole body trembled.
"Xiang'er, there is a gift in the bedroom, just for you. Can you open it and take a look?"
"What is it?"
"It's a nightgown."
With that said, Wan Xiang's face turned red, she pushed him away and ran upstairs. Ning Huayong propped up her body, and caught up with her upstairs.
"Let's eat."
Wan Xiang curled up on the sofa in the living room, spoke coldly, surprising the servant who was still sorting the packages.
"Now? Aren't you going to wait for Young Master and Madam.?"
She gave an ugly, mocking smile.
"They won't be coming down for dinner."
On the soft big bed, the jade doll wearing snow-white European-style nightgown was pushed down on the quilt. The lace neckline was loosened, and slid down to the round snow-white shoulders. Her long hair was messy and she kept crying for mercy.
The lace is so thin that it is almost transparent, and the layers are soft and rolled up to her slender waist. The snow-white beauty raises her plump butt*cks high to allows the man behind her to vent passionately.
"Ah...ah...Huayong..."
She cried and moaned, her rippling green hair intertwined tightly with his long hair. Her little hole couldn't withstand the fierce pounding, trembling slightly, leaving behind traces of obscenity.
Huayong continued to roughly thr*st his thick lower body and gazed down with beautiful cold eyes, admiring the hazy and tempting waves of her snow-white and full breasts thrown out under the cover of thin lace. He reached in with one hand and leisurely grasped and kneaded it in his hand, while the other hand pulled over the delicate chin of Wan Xiang and leaned against her crystal like lips. The tip of his tongue stretched out gently, sucking slowly and gently, wrapping around her soft tongue.
"Ahh..."
Wan Xiang couldn't stand being pounded fast by Huayong, so she had to twist her round buttocks to try to avoid his crazy impacts from various angles. Her pink and tender flower hole was penetrated back and forth by huge c*ck, creating a crystal clear and smooth obscene liquid.
"Ughh..."
The swollen and throbbing c*ck in the flower hole became hotter and harder, and with the excitement of each impact, it made an extremely clear lewd sound. She can only clenched the soft pillow when her legs were suddenly spread wide open by force. The sweet little hole was pounded harder.
"Huayong, Huayong, I'm going to break..."
Wan Xiang cried, and her breasts bounced violently up and down with his rough movements.
"How could that be?"
Huayong smiled, bending his seductive and gorgeous eyes. He suddenly pulled out and stood up. He hugged her and looked at Wan Xiang's soft and pink body with admiration.
"Xiang'er, if I had known that you will look like this in this clothes, I would've bought it earlier..."
After saying that, he spread her trembling legs and wrapped them around his waist, and pressed her against the wall. The huge c*ck squeezing in against the soft delicate hole. He vigorously knead and squeeze Wan Xiang's snow-white buttocks hard, and fiercely f*cked her again. Faster and rougher as he go on.
Wan Xiang's hands rested softly on his shoulder, weakly hooking his waist, and her white calves swayed behind his waist.
"Hmm... um..."
"You're clamping really tightly...It's really f*cking good..."
The cold wall made her tremble, and her plump breasts kept bouncing with every impact, which made Ning Huayong to attack more wildly.
Wan Xiang can only tilt her head back and tears of ecstasy kept streaming down her face as she trembled. Her delicate flower hole longed to be filled violently and roughly, but she was so ashamed that she didn't know what to do. Like a thin veil of light smoke, nothing could cover it up, and it was wrapped around her jade white body.
He roughly knead the pair of plump bre*sts through her thin night gown. The pitiful night gown is torn and barely hanging now on her body. Ning Huayong looked at the seductive figure of his wife in his arms, and he felt his length suddenly swelled even thicker as he thr*st harder into her tight hole.
"Gently...Huayong, don't go so deep...ah, it's so numb..."
When she bit her lips hard, he thr*st harder as if to punish her. The numbness and pleasure made her scream, and a large amount of lustful essence was sprayed out as she tightly contracts and twist around his wild c*ck.
Ning Huayong was in ecstasy with her clenching and sucking his length more from climaxing. Blue veins slowly appeared on his slender arms. He tilted his head to kiss her sweaty forehead, and gently patted her as she kept trembling and crying from a hot orgasm.
The alluring and congested red bean on the flower hole was wet and glistening with honey. As soon as Ning Huayong stretched out his long finger to touch it, Wan Xiang begged and held his wrist.
"No...I can't do it anymore...Huayong..."
She cried, Huayong's desire is too much, she trembled and sucked hard, unable to withstand his more intense teasing.
"You can handle it. A woman's body has infinite limits. If you break through it, you can get extreme pleasure..."
The evil red lips curved into soft and vicious smile. He chuckled softly and slowly ravaged her, enjoying the trembling, grinding and sucking of the beautiful woman's tight p*ssy.
"I will train you personally every day."
He turned his graceful neck to look at the balcony with fluttering curtains. His beautiful eyes glimmer with interest. He lifted up Wan Xiang and walked towards the open balcony.
"You're bullying! I don't want it. It's still daytime!"
It's still raining outside!
Wan Xiang sensed his intention and was so frightened that she struggled wildly, pulling her hole that was tightly wrapped with the man's desire. Her face turned red and she was about to cry.
"How can I be your husband if I don't bully you?"
"Ahh..."
Ning Huayong was always unrestrained in matters of love. With a smile on his face, he ignored the beating on his shoulders and walked to the balcony holding Wan Xiang's plump butt*cks. But he almost exploded before he reached the door. He cursed and pressed his crying wife on the wall. He slammed and f*cked hard on the wall to vent his desire that was about to collapse.
"Why are you sucking so tightly, you're going to squeeze me to death!"
"Uhhh..."
Countless orgasms made Wan Xiang's voice hoarse. The whole room was covered with messy traces of intertwined love juice and torn clothes. Her legs were spread wide and pressed against the wall. Her delicate hole was numb and swollen, enduring waves after waves. A wave of passionate attacks.
Below the balcony was the river, the Huangpu River rushing and roaring in the rain.
Wan Deng was hiding under the balcony of the adjacent room, squatting down and almost masochistically listening to the sounds of love on the balcony next door.
The white curtains reveal the entangled figures. Wan Xiang was held and sitting on a large chair on the balcony. She shamefully opened her legs wide open, her breasts trembling as she vigorously bounced up and down with the man's movements, sobbing and moaning.
"Uh-huh...uh! Uh-huh!"
Wan Xiang's whole body turned pink, and her hair was soaked with sweat. Her wrists were tied softly with a ribbon and hung high. She was forced to straighten her plump chest, and tears of embarrassment kept falling.
"It's amazing."
Ning Huayong was extremely satisfied with being sucked by her, while he f*cked her harder and harder.
"Every time you climax, it gets tighter... Isn't it very comfortable? Are you satisfied?"
His seductive red lips curved into low laughter, intensifying the force of his attack and ignoring her plea for mercy. He slightly lifted her hips to see her sweet honey drip and flow down on his c*ck. He swallowed back and he almost couldn't control his strength as he slammed her up.
"I can't stand it anymore, enough is enough, let me go, Huayong, wuwu..."
As she spoke, her tender hole twitched tightly, and a raging orgasm hit her, with honey gushing out like a spring.
"Wife, I'm not satisfied yet."
Ning Huayong's black eyes were blooming with charming and beautiful flowers. He leaned down, his white jade skin covered with thin sweat looked thrillingly crystal clear in the twilight mist and rain, and his snow-white teeth were slightly exposed like ice in his bright red lips. of Xiguang.
As he spoke, he kissed her lips dotingly, and moved forward without mercy, wrapping her open legs around him that was moving wildly.
"Ah...Huayong---"
Wan Xiang bit Huayong's shoulder, and the man's strong arms were tightly wrapped around her waist. Her wet and tender thighs were so soft and powerless, allowing the man to indulge in pleasure.
Raindrops hit her bangs in front of her forehead, shining brightly on her snow-white body. Her delicate flower hole was tortured to a crimson color, and as he vigorously moved in and out, smooth white liquid splashed from the man's repeated thr*sts.
The continuous sound of flesh hitting and slapping mixed with the passionate gasping and moaning made Wan Deng, who was hiding on the other side, grit her teeth tightly. With trembling hands, she reached into the hem of her clothes, and her cold and wet fingers slowly moved towards her wet p*ssy.
Fantasizing that it's him.
Tears of humiliation dripped down, and her forehead burned red. She leaned weakly on the edge of the cold balcony and kneaded her wet hole fiercely.
Why is she so lowly, like dirt, only left with the filthy power of fantasy?
Jealousy is like a poisonous snake, spreading its venomous fangs and piercing into the heart.
A year passed and it's spring again, the stars are shining brightly, Wan Xiang stumbles into the courtyard blindfolded by Huayong.
Ning Huayong let go, and before her eyes appeared a huge sea of roses with bright red light, and a three-layer cake decorated with beautiful flowers and silver sugar beads.
"This is---"
Wan Xiang looked at her smiling husband with happiness and confusion.
"Celebration."
Huayong hooked his lips, took her hand and sat at the table, and with a strong effort, he held her soft body firmly on his lap.
A holiday? Wan Xiang pointed her fingers, but she couldn't figure out what festival was about today.
"I love you, this is the foreigner's way of appealing. The holiday I am celebrating with you today is called our wedding anniversary."
Ning Huayong chuckled lightly, grabbed Wan Xiang's wrist and gently bit her fingertips, causing her face to turn red and she didn't know where to put her hands.
"On days like this, it's time to express love to each other. I love you, come on, say something back to me."
"No, it's so embarrassing. I'm still used to this kind of confession - There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it."
Wan Xiang refused to accept such bold Western enthusiasm and insisted on using ancient euphemistic words.
"This is too subtle... Besides, how could I not know?"
He was not satisfied.
"You already know, what else do I have to say!"
Wan Xiang was anxious, but she was hugged tightly. He gave her gentle kisses with a smile one after another, and greedily kissed her lips warmly.
“I know, but that doesn't mean I've heard enough, go on."
"If I don't see for a day, it feel like three months long."
"Not bad, is there anything else?"
“I wish we could be together for a while. We might as well keep the moon misty forever.”
"What else?"
Tired of his endless coquettish antics, Wan Xiang pretended to be angry and freed herself from embrace. She grumbly spoke in Ning Huayong's ear.
"Also, I had intended to look towards the bright moon, but how could the moon shine on the ditch!"
"Are you scolding me?"
Huayong stretched out his long fingers and pinched the jade doll's face with a smile causing her to beg for forgiveness.
"I was wrong, I was wrong---"
Her sweet lips kissed his beautiful smiling lips, and he leaned back to receive the soft fragrance from her. The moonlight is icy and clear, the neem flowers are floating in the air, the mulberry trees are fragrant. The rivers and mountains flows and the misty smoke thins.
I love you, Wan Xiang.
He murmured and closed his eyes.
"Next year, don't be shy anymore, and answer me properly, hmm?"
"Hmm..."
She blushed with embarrassment, nodded obediently, held his beautiful face in her hands, and kissed him seriously.
Who knows, I can't wait until this time next year.
In a western-style house in Shanghai, two lovers entwined with each other, while Wan Deng is leaning alone in a rickshaw, letting the driver sweat profusely and pull her to one shopping mall after another.
Although she still lives in Ning Huayong's house, she is alone in that huge house.
Ning Huayong didn't chase her away, but he took Wan Xiang to live in another riverside house. Today was their wedding anniversary, so she couldn't go and join in the fun.
After buying a lot of things, she ordered the driver to stop at the entrance of the alley, and walked towards the Western gouache store in the neon alley.
"Hey! Hey!"
Lewd laughter, along with the men's obscene gasps and the women's panicked screams, pierced the air. She turned around and found a man standing in the corner of the dark alley, and another short man, tearing the woman's clothes apart frantically.
"Stop!"
Wan Deng shouted fiercely, the man suddenly stopped assaulting the woman, slowly turned his head, and uttered a series of gibbering words.
Japanese!? Looking at the disheveled and tear-stained appearance of the woman, she couldn't help but feel angry. She clenched her fists tightly and rushed forward, shouting angrily.
"You bastard! Who told you to bully a woman!"
The man cursed and Wan Deng cursed back at him.
Although neither of them understood the other's language, they barked at each other enthusiastically.
Suddenly, a cold male voice chuckled softly, and as she turned around, she noticed a handsome man slowly walking out from the shadows.
His features is more profound than that of an ordinary person, with his hair giving off a soft brown color in the light. His red lips are cold and eerie. He has long eyelashes and wears a pair of pristine white gloves in both hands.
“Genjiro, let go of that woman.”
He spoke coldly to the short Japanese man in Japanese.
"There's no point in raping a woman."
Cursing, Genjiro straightened up and pulled up his pants, spitting a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.
The handsome man's back had a straightness and coldness that belonged to a soldier. His eyes were sinister. His long fingers wrapped in white gloves coldly pinched her chin, and he spoke lightly in pure and beautiful Chinese.
"He was playing just now. The woman is a prostitute, you are too lenient."
"So what about is she is a prostitute? Why force her to do something she doesn't want to do!? Can't you buy it even if she don't want to sell?"
"Heh."
He sneered coldly and came out from the dark shadows of the alley.
Wan Deng trembled, the man's eyes under the long eyelashes slowly stared over under the illumination of the street lamp. They turned out to be a pure green!
"Devil!"
Wan Deng screamed! The man's beautiful eyes were sinister, and his clean and graceful tone was extremely cold.
"Please speak with respect. If you were in Japan, you would have to call me 'sir' and honorifics."
"You...who are you?"
“I am Onizuka.”
"Oriental woman, what's your name?"
Onizuka asked, his eyes cold, and he curled his lips coldly a second before she spoke.
"You'd better not lie."
Wan Deng noticed that the man's eyes were filled with hunting interest, and suddenly a vicious thought slowly crawled up from her feet. She squinted her eyes cunningly, and spoke under the man's cold gaze.
"Wan Xiang. I am from the Ning family in Shanghai.
The words fell to the ground, and a sharp poisonous thorn grew from there, cold and poisonous, and it could kill people with a knife.
Wan Deng opened her mouth, she was scared by her own malice, and a damp coldness slowly spread from her palm, filling her with an ominous and terrifying premonition.
Onizuka didn't seem too surprised, and his cold fingertips slowly lifted her stubborn chin.
"General Onizuka, remember my name, I am interested in you."
General Onizuka?!
Wan Deng took a breath and heard Ning Huayong and Wan Xiang say that this man is of mixed Japanese and German descent. He is the most radical militant faction in Japan and is highly valued by the Emperor!
She... seemed to have messed with someone she shouldn't have messed with.
Onitsuka turned his head and picked up Genjiro with one hand and walked away, leaving the woman stunned under the street lamp.
"Master Onizuka, Ning Huayong is very powerful in Shanghai. You, you shouldn't..."
Genjiro swallowed and looked back at the woman standing there.
"A minister has dealt with him, sir. Ning Huayong is not easy to mess with."
"I didn't intend to mess with him."
Onizuka sneered, his long legs not stopping, Genjiro in his side panting.
“Then what are you going to do?”
"You can just catch women like this for fun."
He raised his graceful chin in a certain direction.
"Let them do it, and do it cleanly."
"Yes, Sir!"
Genjiro narrowed his eyes and slowly smiled ferociously.