Second floor, Heavenly Chamber.
The door was not locked, just ajar.
Fang Mo stood at the door without knocking. He took a deep breath, adjusted the restless energy and blood in his body, then raised his hand and exerted force on his palm.
The light in the room was dim, with only a few beams of light coming through the window lattice, and dust flying in the beams.
Nian Nu'er was leaning on the couch next to the window, wearing a very thin light Purple Gauze Dress. Inside, the bellyband embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water was looming.
She was playing with a silk handkerchief in her hand. When she heard the movement, she did not get up, but her enchanting peach blossom eyes were raised lazily, with waves of anger and resentment in her eyes.
"You damn person." Nian Nu'er's voice was soft and waxy, with a hint of hoarseness as if he had just woken up, "Why do you always come at this time? I don't know, I thought you were an official who came to check the ward, specifically to catch the mistakes of us poor women."
Fang Mo said nothing. He hooked the door with his toes and locked the door bolt.
The next moment, his figure suddenly rose up, bringing with him a strong gust of wind, like a hungry tiger descending from the mountain, and pounced directly on the beauty on the soft slope.
"Ah--"
Nian Nu'er let out a sweet cry, but did not dodge. Instead, she fell backwards, letting Fang Mo's aggressive body pin her down.
The two breathed each other. Fang Mo did not rush to make a move, but buried his head deeply in Nian Nu'er's neck, sniffing the Strange Fragrance greedily. Then, his lips were pressed against Nian Nu'er's small and delicate earlobe, and his voice was low and he said in a steady voice:
"Have you ever known Blood Soul Soldier Lord eighteen years ago?"
The hot air in his ears carried the unique masculine and bloody smell of men, which made all the fine hairs on Nian Nu'er's body stand up.
Her pair of eyes that were originally full of charm, the moment she heard the four words Blood Soul Soldier Lord, the depths of her pupils shrank very vaguely,
That trace of strangeness was fleeting and was covered up by her even more intense charm.
"Young Master is so funny." Nian Nu'er chuckled, and the plumpness in his chest trembled slightly with the laughter, rubbing Fang Mo's hard chest.
She stretched out an arm like a white jade carving, and her fingertips slowly slid down Fang Mo's chin, across her Adam's apple, and finally stopped at his heart, swirling.
"When you come to a place like this to have fun, you don't ask about romance or romance, but you want to ask about Soldier Lord, Blade Lord."
Nian Nu'er's eyes were watery, and there was a hint of teasing in his voice, "The slave is just an Israeli servant Brothel Girl. On weekdays, he only serves patrons who only know how to undress his clothes. How can he know any big shots who wield swords and guns?"
As she spoke, her soft, boneless hand was like a spiritual snake, sliding in along Fang Mo's slightly open skirt, and her fingertips gently rubbed his tight muscles, bringing with it a heat that stirred people's hearts.
"Unless..." Nian Nu'er leaned close to Fang Mo's ear and breathed out like a blue, "That Lord Soldier Lord is also a guest of the slave family? In that case, the young master can talk about his merits and demerits, and the slave family may still have some impression."
Fang Mo grabbed her little hand that was making trouble in her clothes, pulled it out of her arms, raised it above her head, and pressed it firmly on the soft body. He was condescending, his eyes were scorching, there was no trace of lust in his eyes, only two blue will-o'-the-wisps were dancing.
"Do you recognize it, or don't you recognize it?"
She did not struggle, but instead twisted her waist, and with the force of Fang Mo's hands holding her down, her body turned like a swimming fish.
The world is spinning.
The positions of the two people are reversed.
Nian Nu'er was riding on Fang Mo's waist, with long hair hanging down like a waterfall, covering most of their faces, leaving only an ambiguous shadow.
She leaned down, the tip of her nose almost touching the tip of Fang Mo's nose, her eyes flashing with danger.
"How does it matter if you know it? What does it mean if you don't know it?"
Her hands were on both sides of Fang Mo's body, and her right hand reached down intentionally or unintentionally, and her fingertips touched the handle of the [Blood Soul]Wooden Sword knife at Fang Mo's waist.
"Zila--!"
There was a crisp sound like cold water splashed on red carbon.
A wisp of green smoke rose from the place where the two people touched.
"Hiss!"
Nian Nu'er As if bitten by a poisonous snake, he retracted his right hand as fast as lightning.
A black burn mark appeared on her fingertips that were originally as white as jade. There was no blood on the wound, only a faint Black Qi lingering around, but it was quickly swallowed up by a red light.
The seemingly ordinary Wooden Sword, the moment it sensed her breath, the Blood Crystal inside the blade suddenly lit up, like a Fierce Beast protecting its master, baring its fangs at her.
Fang Mo looked at this scene, the smile in his eyes became even stronger.
Not only did he not take the opportunity to attack, but he stretched out his big hand, hugged Nian Nu'er's unbearable slender waist, and pulled her towards him again.
"It seems that I know him." Fang Mo grinned, showing his white teeth. The smile was full of teasing and pride.
"Humanity is to eat meat three times, not three inches into it. Girl Nu'er and I are so close, I almost couldn't hold back the knife and wanted to unsheath it. I don't even know how many inches have been inserted. You are still here playing charades with me. Isn't it obvious?"
Fang Mo said this in an extremely obscene way, with a double entendre. It was not only teasing the ambiguity just now, but also hinting at the knife that almost killed her.
Nian Nu'er looked down at the burnt blackness of her fingertips, a trace of anger flashed in her eyes, but it soon turned into a charming smile. She stretched out her intact left index finger and gently pressed it on Fang Mo's lips, blocking his next dirty words.
"The official's mouth makes people both love and hate him."
Nian Nu'er sighed lightly and leaned forward slightly, the plump softness almost pressing on Fang Mo's face.
"Don't make fun of me."
"Nu'er's body is used for free. As long as the young master is capable enough, it doesn't matter even if the slave family pays for it. But this news of free whoring..."
Nian Nu'er's eyes were slightly cold, and his fingertips gently drew a circle on Fang Mo's lips.
"No way."
Fang Mo Hearing this, he did not move any more hands or feet. He supported the bed board with both hands and sat up suddenly.
Nian Nu'er slid back and sat on the other side of the soft body. She straightened her messy gauze to cover up the glimpse of spring.
The two of them sat across from each other across a small table, and the atmosphere instantly changed from the charming and ambiguous moment to a tense situation on the negotiation table.
"Make a price."
"As long as the price is fair, I can give you whatever you want."
"What do you think?"