[Quick Transmigration] Your feelings

Zhuang Yan entered the room and sat down next to the beauty. He was a little idle and a little nervous - the night of the big competition was also the day when they began to choose prostitutes.He couldn't help thinking about what his first benefactor would look like. With his appearance, that person must be either rich or noble, but what kind of person would that person be?

handsome?Frivolous?Or, would he be a greasy bastard at all?

The more Zhuang Yan thought about it, the more confused he became, he simply didn't think about it, and leaned against the beauty and closed his eyes slightly.

Anyway, no matter what, he had no choice.

After a while, Zhuang Yan was almost sleepy, the door was gently opened, he woke up suddenly, and sat up from the couch.The visitor has already crossed the screen and walked in.

It was a man in gold-rimmed black robes, handsome, young and handsome, with a majestic look on his face.

Zhuang Yan was slightly shocked by his appearance, so he didn't put on his shoes in time to come down to meet him.

But the man was not angry, he came closer and stared at him, his voice was low and pleasant: "What? Are you sleepy?"

Zhuang Yan knew that he had lost his composure, and it would be hasty to make amends at this time, so he simply sat there and looked up at him, and said with a smile: "The guest asked me to wait for a long time, although I was a little sleepy just now, but now that I see the guest, naturally I don't care about it." Yes." The beauty's black hair is winding, and her white legs are half hidden and half exposed under the red dress, which only makes people love and pity her.

The man raised a faint smile, raised his hand to caress his cheek, and asked, "Have you taken off your makeup?" The prostitute in front of her took off her makeup and looked more immature.

Zhuang Yan looked at him obediently, and asked suspiciously: "Naturally, she took a bath to remove makeup... Could it be that the guest likes makeup? Or," he looked a little disappointed, "The guest thinks that Zhuang Yan's plain face is not beautiful? "

The man kissed his eyebrows and said: "If I don't think you are beautiful, how can I choose you?"

Zhuang Yan put on a happy smile and asked, "I don't know how to call you, young master?"

The man said: "My surname is Zhang." But he didn't intend to tell him his full name.

Zhuang Yan nodded, and said kindly: "Mr. Zhang."

Seeing his pipa not far away, the man said, "How about playing another piece for me?"

Zhuang Yan didn't expect that this person faced the beautiful scenery on a good day, not only went straight to the point, but also wanted to listen to music. He was really an interesting person, so he got up and took the pipa, sat on a chair and began to play.Naturally, he would not tell Mr. Zhang about his hand injury, so he played a tune of strength and softness.

After finishing the song, Zhuang Yan raised his eyes to look at him, and saw him sitting at the small table, drinking fine wine, watching him.So he put down the pipa, walked up to him, and poured him a glass of wine.

Mr. Zhang pulled him into his arms and put the wine to his lips.After Zhuang Yan drank, a trace of wine slipped from his lips, and was crushed by the man.Zhuang Yan leaned half on his solid chest, soft as if boneless.

"He is a wonderful person, but Yin is a bit regretful." Mr. Zhang held his hand, squeezed it lightly, and asked, "But you were injured?"

Zhuang Yan never thought that he was so sensitive, so he replied honestly: "It is true."

"It's a pity." Although the man said so, there was no regret on his face.

This person gave Zhuang Yan a sense of ambiguity, and Zhuang Yan lost his guard against things he couldn't understand, "Since the young master is proficient in rhythm, why did you choose me instead of the young master Rong Yue?" His tone was direct, It's easy for guests to feel offended.

But the man still looked calm, but there was a hint of teasing in his tone: "Probably because I like you like this."

"Did the young master bring flowers?" Zhuang Yan asked.That flower is naturally the flower of the oiran.

The man said, "No."

Hearing this, Zhuang Yan could not restrain a look of disappointment on his face.The beauty looks sad, and anyone who sees her will feel sorry for her.Mr. Zhang suddenly let out a low laugh, picked him up and put him on the couch, and pushed him down.

"It's time to get down to business, Xiao Yaner."

The clothes are all faded, and the beauties are groaning softly, and they are picked by others.

It was the time when the Luan turned the phoenix, that Young Master Zhang suddenly whispered in his ear and asked: "Do you really want that flower very much?"

Zhuang Yan was emotionally moved, a little bit showing his true nature, and he said aggrievedly: "Of course I want it! That, that's what I've been waiting for for a long, long time... ah!"

The man smiled lowly, bit his crystal earlobe, and increased his strength until he pushed against him, making him gasp again and again, while saying: "The bed... the bed and the bed are not of the same temperament... If you like, How about I take it out?"

I thought that the beauty would refuse, but Zhuang Yan said bluntly: "Young master's words are hard to follow, so don't fool Zhuang Yan." The lust and desire in the eyes are still bright, but it is very bright, which reminds people The look in his eyes on the stage.

"That depends on how well you serve." The man replied with a smile.

□□ At the end, Zhuang Yan was held in the arms of the guests, and asked softly: "Young master, do you want to take a bath?"

The man nodded, Zhuang Yan got up, hurriedly put on a robe, his legs and feet were soft when he went to the ground, at least he didn't show timidity, took the guest's robe, put it on for him with lowered eyebrows, and led him to come bath.

He took off his clothes for the guest again, and when the guest entered the bath, he knelt behind him and squeezed his shoulders.The man enjoyed it for a while, then lazily said: "You also come down and wash up."

"Yes." Zhuang Yan picked up a hairpin and tied his hair, took off his coat in front of the guests, walked into the pool, took a soft towel and bath beans to scrub the guests, the man looked at him with his head propped up, and smiled Said: "Didn't I let you wash it?"

Zhuang Yan said: "Since the young master is the benefactor of the Zhuang Yan, the Zhuang Yan will naturally put the young master first." As he said, the soft towel was moderately rubbed on the other's shoulders and chest.

Comfortable is very comfortable, but Zhuang Yan never imagined that his behavior like this is enough to kill him a hundred times.It's just that the guest is in a good mood tonight, so he doesn't care about it.

The man touched Zhuang Yan's eyes—he seemed to like Zhuang Yan's eyes very much, they were charming but not vulgar, bright but not evil, and they were even more gorgeous when the tails of the eyes were red.

Suddenly he hugged his waist tightly, and his hands went deep, "I vomited in it just now, you probably don't feel very comfortable."

Zhuang Yan was startled, and hurriedly pushed his chest: "My lord, this matter is filthy, just let Zhuang Yan do it by himself, don't get your hands dirty..."

The man pretended to be displeased and said, "How can you say that my own things are dirty? I really have no eyesight!"

Zhuang Yan was silent, bit his lower lip, and let him go.

After a while, the man let go of Zhuang Yan and stood up. Just as Zhuang Yan was about to serve him, he saw the man push him back into the water and said, "I can wash quickly, you can wash yourself later. Clean and tidy, otherwise I won't hold you in my arms later." After saying that, he put on his robe and went out.

Zhuang Yan was left to hang in the bath by him, and when he saw someone leaving, he relaxed, thinking that this is really a weird person, who is like a nobleman, but he doesn't like him to serve him, and at the same time he raised his arm and smelled it, thinking about the smell on his body. Could it be that there is really some smell that he doesn't like, and he has to wash it off by himself?

After the man went out, he opened the door and gave some instructions to the attendants waiting outside, then closed the door and went back to the bath.Seeing that Zhuang Yan was really washing himself carefully, he also found it interesting, and silently hugged the beauty's shoulders from behind. Zhuang Yan was frightened by him, and splashed water, which actually splashed the dry face of the guest. wet.

The guest let go, Zhuang Yan hurriedly took a soft towel to wipe his face, Qiqi Ai said: "Young master... Zhuang Yan knew it was wrong..." Why did the guest come back again?

The man said coldly, "Get up soon."

Zhuang Yan hurriedly got up from the pool and wiped his body hastily. His legs and feet were still weak, and his figure was shaking a little, making him look even weaker.The guest took a robe and wrapped him up, hugging him.

"Yeah." Zhuang Yan exclaimed a little.

The guest hugged him as if there was no weight on his arms, and walked like flying. He came to the bed and put him down. After taking off his coat, he also got on the bed, hugged him in his arms, and pulled the brocade quilt.

Zhuang Yan was held in his arms, his chin was covered by the quilt, revealing his small face, and his big eyes were staring at him without blinking.

The guest held his waist and kneaded it gently.

Zhuang Yan blushed, thought for a while and said in a soft voice: "Your indulgence hurts your body, young master, it's late at night, you'd better take a rest."

When the guest heard this, his hands paused.He was just looking at the weak look of this little prostitute's legs, and thought that his waist was shaking before, so his waist must have been very sore and soft, so he kindly squeezed it for him. Who would have thought that this little prostitute would misunderstand him and want to do that? thing.

Does he look so much like a sensual libertine?

The guest was also a little depressed, and he pinched the beauty's chin and kissed fiercely.The beauty was breathless after being kissed by him, her eyes were wet, but she was indeed very attractive.

The guest pressed his face into his arms and said, "Sleep." After saying that, he closed his eyes.

Zhuang Yan was a little bored, after waiting for the meeting, the guests were really quiet.Thinking of his words just now, he felt that he seemed to belittle the other party.But what the guest did just now...he really couldn't understand it.

After thinking about it, Zhuang Yan also fell asleep.

Maybe he was really tired and slept soundly, but the guest was not used to sleeping with others, after Zhuang Yan breathed evenly and fell asleep, he opened his eyes and looked at the prostitute in his arms.

The cautious look towards him faded away, and the beauty who was sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed had the agility and beauty of being on stage.Seeing that Zhuang Yan's red lips were slightly parted, he couldn't help poking them with his hand.Never thought that this little prostitute would bite her finger and sharpen her knife.

He might have canine teeth, but the bite really hurt the guest, and the guest didn't dare to use force for fear of waking him up.

The next morning, when Zhuang Yan woke up, the guests hadn't opened their eyes yet.He came out of the guest's arms carefully, got down and put on his clothes.

"Why did you wake up so early?" The guest's lazy voice sounded from behind.

Zhuang Yan replied with a smile: "Zhuang Yan gets up first and waits for the guests to get up." The man sat up, and Zhuang Yan went up to dress him and wait for him to wash.Seeing the guests getting dressed, Zhuang Yan stood there waiting for the guests to leave.

Unexpectedly, the guest was not in a hurry to leave, but stood in front of him and showed him a finger.There is a faint tooth mark on it.

"You bit it last night." The guest looked at him leisurely.

Zhuang Yan was stunned again, "My lord..."

"Beauty is very beautiful, but it's not good enough to serve people." The guest sighed.

Zhuang Yan was a little unhappy, so he asked, "Why did I bite your finger last night? Didn't I have been hugged by you all the time?" No matter how you look at it, he wouldn't bite the other party, and besides, he sleeps all the time. An Wen, how could he do such a thing?No matter how you look at it, this young man is suspicious.

He retorted, but the guest didn't continue the topic, and suddenly took something out of his sleeve, took his hand and put it in his.Zhuang Yan looked at the thing in his hand, it was bright and delicate, it was the head flower, and he was stunned for a moment.

The guest lifted his chin and kissed him, and said with a smile, "It's still very pleasing after all." Then he opened the door and left.

When he went out, the attendants saw that he was in a good mood, so they boldly asked: "My lord, you chose the second oiran instead of the oiran last night, and then you let the slaves open their joints overnight and chased the oiran." ...Is this whore really so good?"

Now we can talk about his name——Zhang Ye, the famous Ninth Prince who came back from the frontier, the first thing he did when he returned to Beijing was to visit the Flower Street, and he even made a fortune in beauties, which really made people speculate endlessly.

Zhang Ye rubbed his chin, thought about the cuteness of the little prostitute, and said, "It's really good."

If these words were spread out, it would even confirm Zhuang Yan's fame even more.

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