Courtesan

Wei Lian thought about this day for a long time.The day we met Wen Niang again.He also imagined many different opening remarks. In his dream, he thought about countless times, how to hug Wen Niang, how to attach to Wen Niang's body, and how to carry out every move in the next step.After he left Ru County, he has been to many places, met many people, and had many women, but there has never been a woman who can really make him dream like Wen Niang.

In fact, he doesn't understand the reason and mystery of this, and sometimes he even wonders if it's because he hasn't got Wen Niang yet, so the feeling of worrying about gains and losses always haunts him.

Therefore, when Wei Lian left Ru County and couldn't see Wen Niang, he always lingered in various jiyuans, having fun with different prostitutes, and acting on every occasion.Sometimes, he is very happy, but most of the time, he is always lost, and he keeps looking at other women and asking himself: What is good about Wen Niang?It is obviously like a goldfish lacking oxygen, staring at you without memory, only spitting useless bubbles, but will not have any sweet words for you.He is a man who lacks everything, why would he be unforgettable for a goldfish.

Now that he saw Wen Niang again, all the familiar and strange feelings poured into his heart like a tide. Although it was not warm, it gave him a very full feeling. The loss of "satisfaction".So after he saw Wen Niang, all the opening remarks and scenes he had imagined before became useless. At the first sight, he fell completely. His toughness and ruthlessness were all used to disguise his heart. He came out of nowhere panic.

He said: "Why don't you teach me first?" He approached Wen Niang step by step.He watched Wen Niang's frown tightened, and the mist in his eyes blurred his eyes. He knew what he was going to do next, and he couldn't wait for the next step, cheering happily.

Wen Niang was like a small animal aware of the approaching danger, her hand was held by Wei Lian again, unable to break free, she could only resist verbally: "Mr. Wei, I am here today for business, so it is inappropriate. "

Wei Lian raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkled, and asked: "What's wrong? What's the matter, if I want you, I have to go to the small mountain parrot by the Taojiang River."

Wen Niang knew that soft words could no longer stop Wei Lian, so she straightened her face and said, "Mr. Wei, you know what I mean by inappropriate words, please respect yourself."

Wei Lian raised his head and laughed, staring straight at Wen Niang: "Do I need a prostitute to teach me what's appropriate and what's not?" He increased the strength of his hand, grabbing Wen Niang and making a sound of pain.

Wen Niang knew that the man in front of her was ruthless, and she knew she couldn't refuse, so fortunately she went all out, anyway, she was just a prostitute.

They are already prostitutes, and there is no such thing as being taken advantage of in this matter, or in other words, it can even be said that it is already a very honorable thing for someone like Wei Lian to be able to fancy her as a prostitute.

Wen Niang looked at Wei Lian coldly, with an indifferent attitude, as if she was letting others slaughter her.Wei Lian suddenly lost interest at this moment, he wanted Wen Niang, wanted Wen Niang eagerly, but he didn't want this kind of Wen Niang, what he wanted was the one who was cold, resistant, and looked at other men. Wen Niang.

Wei Lian cursed this kind of self over and over again in his heart, obviously surged up with such passion, his chest was full of impulsive desire, but it disappeared at this moment.

He pinched Wen Niang's raised chin, and the two of them faced each other in a very ambiguous posture.He had no choice but to force himself fiercely: "Ms. Wen, do you hate me so much?"

Wen Niang didn't express anything, but in Wei Lian's eyes, she affirmed it.

Wei Lian wanted to annoy the indifferent woman in front of him, so he whispered into Wen Niang's ear, "It's also thanks to you, because of you, Xia Jue would have broken his leg. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to deal with him." It feels like a waste of energy.”

Wen Niang only had the temperature of anger at this time, and could only curse coldly: "You!"

The author has something to say:

I really wrote No.1 and said that the psychological description sucks.

please forgive me

sigh