"A Romantic Journey Through Time: A Deep and Rainy Night (Chronicles of Time Travel)" - Chapter 653, The Road to Conquest: Inviting the Wolf into the House

page views:1 Publication date:2023-08-09 08:17:37

After dinner, Lu Erjie was summoned to Song Qingling's room for the first time. Song Qingling and Lu Erjie sat side by side on a single sofa, one on each side. Song Qingling looked ahead and said slowly, "Mr. Yang Xingfu was assassinated by the Kuomintang." Song Qingling sighed.
“I know this happened in August, and it caused quite a stir back then, but it’s all in the past now. You don’t need to be overly sad. But I don’t care about the fate of any one person. Sacrificing for the nation is inevitable. So, the reason I asked you to bring these insightful people under my wing is also for the purpose of protection.” Lu Erjie looked at the beautiful woman with her delicate brows furrowed and felt that such a beauty exuded a unique quality from within, which was inexplicably captivating.
"Thank you for doing so much for them, you are truly amazing," Song Qingling said sincerely.
"We are all Chinese, why say such things? You can pursue your political ambitions, and I will fully support you financially and in terms of human resources."
"Why did you do so much for me?" Song Qingling asked, looking intently at the little boy in front of her.
"I have both selfish and public motives. My selfish motive is that I want to win you sisters' hearts, and my public motive is to use your influence to consolidate my power in politics, business, and among the general public." Lu Erjie and Song Qingling locked eyes, causing the second young lady of the Song family to blush. Erjie felt a surge of heat throughout his body and his heart pounded wildly at the sight of the beautiful woman's charming demeanor.
"You're so domineering and shameless. How can you say such things so openly? Aren't you afraid I'll tear your mouth apart?" Song Qingling pouted, feigning annoyance and shyness.
“I don’t want to hide it. Look at all my women, they’re all scheming and plotting against me. It must be exhausting. If you sisters don’t like it, you can walk away without a care,” Lu Erjie said solemnly.
"Tch, you escaped unscathed? You have no confidence in yourself?" Song Qingling taunted.
"No, no, it's because I'm too confident in myself. I know you guys won't, haha." Lu Erjie proudly raised his head and laughed.
"That's hard to say! I'm leaving tomorrow, hmph! Let you be so smug." Song Qingling was very dissatisfied with the little guy's shamelessness and smugness. He was acting like he had us sisters figured out.
“Alright, I welcome you if you leave, and I welcome you even more if you come. Just let me know where you’re going, so you won’t have trouble finding the Lu Mansion later,” Lu Erjie chuckled.
"Hmph, if we sisters were to leave together, let's see where you can cry then," Song Qingling said coquettishly.
"Then I'll definitely cry my eyes out, cling to your legs and sob, 'Don't go, don't go, I need you!'" Lu Erjie exaggeratedly performed.
Enraged, Song Qingling reached out and pinched Lu Erjie's handsome face, which she found extremely annoying. She pulled it from side to side, giggling, "You're so annoying, you know? My eldest sister, my third sister, and I all want to give you a good beating, beat you until you can't take care of yourself." Song Qingling was amused by her own childishness.
"Yeah, women hate me when they see me, but they all obediently climb into my bed at night. My charm is irresistible, and I'm helpless about it." Lu Erjie shrugged and spread his hands, his head swaying from side to side as Song Qingling pulled his handsome face, but his mouth was full of smirks.
"A little pervert like no other before!" Song Qingling poked the little boy's forehead with her slender finger, looking utterly helpless.
"And there will be no one like her in the future." Lu Erjie chuckled, reaching out to grasp Song Meiren's warm, soft hand. His gaze was fixed on the dignified, beautiful, and gentle face of the Second Miss Song, and he thought to himself, "So beautiful!"
"What are you staring at me like that for? Be careful I gouge out your eyes!" Song Qingling blushed and forcefully pulled her hand away from Erjie's grasp. Her heart was pounding with unease. Logically speaking, she was an adult, yet she was shy in front of this little boy, which showed how uneasy this little thief made her feel.
"Looking at beautiful women is a pleasure that can energize men, improve their eyesight, promote blood circulation, and help them maintain a correct aesthetic sense. Most importantly, it can boost a man's virility and drive in his career. Therefore, since ancient times, beautiful women have had an undeniable influence on the changing of the ages," Lu Erjie presented a series of fallacies and heresies.
"You mean beautiful women are a source of trouble?" Song Qingling was dumbfounded by the little boy's twisted logic.
"Of course not! Beautiful women are innocent; the guilty ones are those stinky men who yearn to possess them!" Lu Erjie hurriedly clarified.
"You finally admit you're a stinky man, hehe." Song Qingling laughed.
"I've never said that men smell good or that beautiful women smell good. Men are inherently smelly. Beautiful women's sweat is fragrant sweat, their handkerchiefs are called fragrant handkerchiefs, their homes are called fragrant boudoirs, their vehicles are called fragrant carriages, their bath water is called fragrant bath, their mouths are called fragrant lips, their tongues are called fragrant tongues, their wrists are called fragrant wrists, their cheeks are called fragrant cheeks, their buttocks are called fragrant buttocks, even the rope used for hanging is called fragrant silk, and even their farts are called fragrant farts. So, do you think women smell good or not?" Lu Erjie boasted and spoke eloquently.
"Hehehe!" Song Qingling couldn't help but giggle, looking at the little man's incessant chatter, and asked coquettishly, "What did that stinky man say?"
"Men are even easier to describe. Everything about them smells bad. Sweating is called stinky sweat, farting is called stinky fart, not washing your feet every day is called stinky feet, speaking in an unpleasant way is called stinky mouth, having bad character is called stinky virtue, and having a bad background is called stinky beggar. In short, they are all stinky! That's what we men are all about." Lu Erjie belittled himself and his fellow men to the point of worthlessness.
"Then what reason do we fragrant women have to like you stinky men?" Song Qingling rolled her eyes and said coquettishly.
"Only with fragrance and stench can things complement each other. Just like a red flower without green leaves cannot show its charming beauty, and Qiu Xiang without Sister Pomegranate and Sister Flower could not stand out and attract Tang Bohu's attention, and there would be no legendary love story of three smiles. Without the fertilizer of a stinky man, a flower cannot bloom beautifully and will slowly wither and fade. Therefore, a stinky man and a fragrant woman are naturally one fragrant and one stinky, so that the couple can live in harmony, bring peace and prosperity to the country, have many children and grandchildren, and ensure national peace, prosperous careers, and abundant food. History will continue between this pair of scoundrels, haha." Lu Erjie began to spout nonsense.
Song Qingling shook her head and said angrily, "That's all nonsense, I can't be bothered with you."
“Am I wrong? It makes perfect sense!” Lu Erjie said confidently, glancing sideways at Miss Song’s charming profile, his heart pounding with excitement.
"What a load of nonsense!" Miss Song cursed. "You're just born to talk nonsense, spout gibberish, and make no sense at all."
"So, Sister Song doesn't like listening to me talk."
"dislike!"
"Sigh, women are all hypocrites, I won't fall for it. I'll just assume you like it." Lu Erjie became increasingly shameless. This was one of the most boring topics they had discussed alone since the second young lady of the Song family came to the Lu mansion.
"Shameless scoundrel, get out. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed." Song Qingling stood up and dismissed him.
"Ah, aren't you going to let me stay?" Lu Erjie wanted to laugh in his heart, but his words became even more shameless.
"I'd rather keep a ghost than keep you. You're too dangerous. I'd better stay as far away from you as possible." Song Qingling grabbed Erjie's arm: "Go!"
"Distance makes the heart grow fonder, I know that." Although Lu Erjie said this, he didn't move an inch, looking like a complete scoundrel.
"If you don't leave, I'll call for help!" Song Qingling said coquettishly, unable to pull him away.
"You go ahead and wash, I promise I won't peek," Lu Erjie said innocently, blinking his eyes with a straight face.
"You still want to peek? I'll beat you to death!" Song Qingling clenched her small fist and slammed it heavily into Lu Erjie's chest.
"I'd rather die than leave!" Lu Erjie was shameless to the end. He knew that if he left like this, it would be even more difficult for him to enter Miss Song's "boudoir" in the future.
Song Qingling was almost driven to despair by the little guy, and could only sullenly shake off his arm, saying in a coquettish tone, "Go if you want, or don't. I'm going to tell your mother."
"My mother won't help you!" Lu Erjie blocked Song Qingling's path.
"You scoundrel!" Song Qingling pouted and scolded, then turned around and went into the bathroom, locking the door with a click. She shouted from inside, "If you dare to peek, I'll gouge out your lecherous eyes!"
"I am the second Liu Xiahui," Lu Erjie shouted into the room, then turned around and grinned smugly, his expression extremely lewd.
"Nobody would believe that!" Song Qingling replied from the bathroom and then fell silent, clearly busy taking off her clothes and showering. She must have regretted bringing that little pervert into her boudoir; wasn't this like inviting a wolf into the house?

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/70335.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=70335&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : A Life of Unexpected Romantic Encounters: The Guide to Ambiguous Relationships

Next Page : "Wrong Elevator, Wrong Door" - Chapter 43: Who's Right and Who's Wrong (H)