The Complete Book of One Hundred Women - 15

Those brimming with knowledge will never starve. Wang Jishan, a minor official in Linqiong County, was one of his many admirers. How could he stand by and watch his idol become a beggar on the streets? He respectfully invited the talented scholar into his residence, treating him as an honored guest, providing him with the best food and drink. In his spare time, he would chat with the scholar about current affairs and seek his guidance in poetry and literature to increase his own knowledge. At banquets, he could also show off his skills and elevate his own status!
In recent days, in order to win Wenjun as his concubine, Wang had been frequently visiting Zhuo Wangsun's residence, inevitably neglecting Xiangru. However, after many days of effort, not only did he fail to achieve his goal, but he was also humiliated by the young widow, who made him extremely drunk. If it weren't for his good health, he would have almost lost his life. Left with no other option, Wang, the official, suddenly remembered Sima, his idol, and invited him over. After some pleasantries, the fat, big-eared Wang naturally steered the conversation toward the wealthy Zhuo: "Idol, do you know Zhuo Wangsun?"
"Hmm," Sima hesitated for a moment, his face showing disdain. Scholars have always looked down on merchants, no matter how rich they are: "I've heard of him, but in my humble opinion, he's just a mediocre merchant who made his fortune in liquor. He's a country bumpkin who's made his fortune in nothing. Even if he has mountains of gold and silver, he's still engaged in the lowest of the low!"
"That makes sense. Studying to become an official is the right path!" Wang chimed in, then, with a lewd grin, said, "Zhuo Wangsun is indeed vulgar beyond measure, only interested in money. He knows nothing but making money and doesn't know that life has many pleasures besides making money! However, his daughter, Zhuo Wenjun, is extraordinary. She's an absolute talent, her literary skills comparable to Changqing's! This woman is not only learned and talented, but her drinking capacity is also astonishing. This beautiful young lady is newly widowed at home, and in order to win her over as my wife, I was practically forced to drink under the table by her! If I hadn't been rescued in time, hehe, I probably would never have seen my idol again, alas..."
"Oh," after hearing Wang's story, Sima Xiangru understood a bit: "I was wondering why I hadn't seen you these past few days. So you've been out chasing women again! Hehe..." Xiangru winked mischievously at Wang: "I suppose that Miss Wenjun is newly widowed at home, she must be feeling incredibly lonely, right?"
"Yes, yes," Wang's fat jiggled involuntarily at the mention of the beautiful young woman. "My idol! She's not some young lady anymore. She's been married, dealt with long ago, transformed from a virgin into a young woman. Hehe, even though she's a young woman now, she's still so innocent, so lively, with a touch of flirtatiousness in her purity, and a gentle beauty within her boldness. When I go to her house for drinks, she hides behind the screen. As soon as she hears that my poetry is off-key, she runs out to correct me, regardless of who's present, without any politeness, always making me look bad in public! Alas, I've been ridiculed by her countless times. But, although she's a bit cold-mouthed, she's quite good at interpersonal communication. Even though she always makes fun of me, I still hope to drink with her, even though I have to crawl under the table after every drink. I'm willing to do it, ah," Wang became more and more excited as he spoke. As he spoke, lustful thoughts surged within him: "If I could win the heart of this young lady and take her home as my concubine, to sleep with this fiery little pepper in my arms, she would surely be both spicy and crisp. Ah, I would have no other desires in this life, hehe!... Alas," after a moment of lewd laughter, Wang couldn't help but feel dejected: "However, upon closer reflection, I realize it was all wishful thinking. Through my interactions with Zhuo Wenjun, I have a hunch that the young widow has never taken a liking to me at all; she's just bored and using me for amusement, my idol." At this point, Wang slapped Sima's hand: "It seems I have no hope. With my half-baked knowledge and clumsy tongue, I'll never win the heart of this young widow. I declare defeat and officially withdraw. My idol, I invited you here today for this very reason. I think you can give it a try! Come, follow me to the Zhuo residence, display your talents, and win that young lady's heart!"
"I," Sima Xiangru muttered, looking at his coarse clothes, quite self-aware, "friend, I am a down-on-my-luck man, penniless and without any official position. How could I possibly dare to step foot on the gates of the Zhuo family mansion? All wealthy people are arrogant. If the host were to ask me, 'Who are you? What do you do?' how would I answer? I won't go; I have no face to go!"
"My idol, you're overthinking it," Wang encouraged him. "You can't think like that. What's so great about being rich! Zhuo Wangsun has mountains of gold and silver, while you have a belly full of books! Didn't you say that studying for officialdom is the right path? No matter how rich Zhuo Wangsun is, he can't compare to you; he'll always belong to the lowest class!"
To be honest, after hearing Wang's story and his encouragement, and seeing Wang's lecherous demeanor, even the usually dissolute Sima Xiangru began to have fantasies: Was the young widow of the Zhuo family really as Wang described? If so, it would be quite worthwhile to have a fling with her! So, Sima Xiangru verbally declined, but his lustful heart had already slipped into the Zhuo family mansion. He decided to take this opportunity to catch a glimpse of the young lady's beauty. If he had another chance, he would spontaneously recite a poem, and with his talent, he was sure he could arouse the young woman's feelings, ignite the desires hidden deep in her heart, and win Miss Wenjun's heart. And then, hehe!
"But," at Wang's urging, Xiangru pretended to reluctantly agree to go to the banquet. However, he had no money for clothes. Looking at his shabby appearance, Changqing tugged at his torn clothes, his face showing bitterness. Wang understood immediately and hurriedly ordered his concubine to rummage through her most prized possessions, clothes she had always kept hidden away, and selflessly presented them to her idol. Sima Xiangru feigned reluctance, saying, "How could I possibly accept such luxurious clothes?"
"It's nothing," Wang replied magnanimously. "My idol, I deeply admire your talent. I have no selfish motives towards you; I'd give you anything! Let alone a piece of clothing, even my woman—if you like her, I'll give her to you immediately." As he spoke, Wang helped his idol put on the clothes, while simultaneously flatteringly praising, "Hehe, clothes make the man, and look at my idol! Not only is he brilliant in literature, but he also looks incredibly handsome in these clothes. That flirtatious widow from the Zhuo family would be utterly captivated! Hehe." At this point, Wang leaned close to Sima and whispered in his ear, "My idol, if you really manage to win over that young lady, don't forget me! Same old rules, we'll share the good fortune!"
"Hahaha," Sima Xiangru said, stretching his long sleeves with a flourish, his words vague: "Friend, no problem, prepare the carriage, watch me, Changqing!"
Thus, Sima Xiangru accompanied Wang Jishan to the Zhuo residence. He played the zither, poured out his heart, and indeed, his skill was extraordinary, truly captivating the young widow's heart. Looking at the trembling screen, Wang felt the moment was perfect, so he gave Sima a secret signal and excused himself. Back at his residence, Sima ordered a servant to bring pen and ink, and spontaneously composed a short poem, attaching a gold hairpin (borrowed from Wang Jishan's concubine). As usual, Wang gave a silver ingot to a servant of the Zhuo residence, who thanked him and left. Sima immediately followed him out. Wang was filled with doubt: "Idol, wait a minute, let's see if the servant returns. Miss Wenjun never accepts my letters or gifts."
"That's you. If it were her, she would definitely accept them. Friend, I won't be staying at your house tonight," Sima Xiangru said confidently, stepping out of the Wang mansion gate. Under the stars, he swaggered towards the Zhuo mansion. From afar, he saw a wooden ladder high above the Zhuo mansion's courtyard wall. Sima was overjoyed: Ha, the young widow has taken the bait!
The romantic scholar Sima Changqing strode to the wall, grabbed the ladder, and climbed up. In the darkness, Xiangru pressed his hands against the top of the wall, and sure enough, "he took flight!"
This was truly:
After selling his poems and calligraphy, he used clever words without batting an eye.
He used his beauty to climb over the high wall, and under the starry night, he took advantage of the widow.
"Young master, be careful," Sima had just climbed over the wall, spread his wings, and was about to take flight—when he leaped down. The servant, who had accepted the payment, was already waiting at the foot of the wall. Seeing the handsome scholar perched on the wall, the servant stretched out his arm to help Sima jump down, and even diligently brushed the dust off Xiangru's body. Then, he lowered his voice and gestured towards Miss Wenjun's boudoir: "Go quickly, my young lady is waiting for you!"
"Thank you!" Sima Xiangru was overjoyed. Led by a servant, he quietly slipped into the living room, bypassed the greasy dining table, and abruptly stepped behind the screen. Changqing's vision was completely dark, so he tentatively opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the gloom, while tiptoeing towards the boudoir. Hearing footsteps, a shadow flickered before the window where the crescent moon hung low. Sima stopped and peered forward. A long, shadowy reflection stretched from the window to the door. Sima was secretly delighted: this was an abstract, impressionistic painting of Miss Wenjun! As Sima approached, the shadow trembled slightly, seemingly anxiously and silently conveying the message to the talented scholar: "My lord, my daughter is here, come quickly!"
Gazing at the trembling figure in the moonlight, Sima was overjoyed, but then became bewildered: How should I address her upon our first meeting? I suppose Miss Wenjun is already married and must be a bit older than me. Perhaps I should call her "elder sister," which shows proper respect and conveys a sweet sense of intimacy! Wow, a younger brother pursuing an older sister, and the older sister being a passionate young widow—what a romantic thing this would be! Thinking of this, the philanderer was overwhelmed with excitement: "Alright, it's settled then!" "Elder sister, I'm here,"
Xiangru called affectionately, taking a few steps to the bedside. Her blurry figure nimbly turned aside, seemingly intentionally avoiding the talented man's embrace. Xiangru thought to himself: "Heh, what are you hiding for? You were all set up the ladder waiting for me, and now that I'm here, why are you hiding? Pretending to be virtuous, all women having affairs are like this!" Her heart was filled with thoughts of the man coming quickly, coming quickly, coming quickly. If he really came, she would act all cute, dodging and weaving, even covering her face, pretending to be embarrassed and ashamed. Actually, all she wanted was for the man to come and embrace her!
The talented scholar, a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters, noticed the figure darting left and right. The cunning Xiangru didn't rush in, unlike some impatient young men who, faced with a lustful woman more eager than anyone else, would kneel, bow, hug her legs, and lick her feet—doing every groveling imaginable act, utterly disgracing themselves as men. But our talented Xiangru, though filled with desire for the readily available flesh, managed to control himself at the crucial moment, maintaining the decorum expected of a man. A scholar is indeed different from an illiterate brute. Xiangru silently leaned towards the trembling figure, seemingly to comfort her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. The soft, delicate shoulder deeply stirred the scholar: "Sister, don't be nervous!"
"Hmm," the figure responded obediently in the darkness, like a frightened child. Under Xiangru's soothing words, it gently and awkwardly reached out a small hand and shyly placed it on Xiangru's palm. Xiangru sat down and put his other arm around the figure. He moved his lips to the figure's small hand and kissed it skillfully and ingratiatingly. Seeing that the figure did not react, Xiangru finally became audacious. He grinned and began to lick the figure's face. The figure still pretended to struggle, its chest heaving violently, and its hot little mouth exhaling tempting breath. Xiangru stopped licking, cupped the figure's face in his hands, and examined it carefully. However, his eyes were tired from reading too much, and by the moonlight alone, the talented scholar couldn't make out Miss Wenjun's beautiful face: "Sister, please light the lamp so your brother can see your beauty!"
"No, I won't," Miss Wenjun suddenly raised her small hand, forcefully pushing away Xiangru's hands that were cupping her face, and threw out a sentence that greatly disappointed the scholar: "Go away!" ( Chapter 4 of "

The Rich Woman 2 ") The young widow truly regretted it. The moment Xiangru slipped into her boudoir, Miss Wenjun felt she had acted too hastily. She had fallen for him with just a love song and a few lines of bad poetry, as if she were drunk, or perhaps under some kind of spell, shamelessly setting up a ladder and letting a lecher into her room. I knew absolutely nothing about him, let alone his character. How foolish I was! Why did I accept his letter and hairpin, and even set up my own trap? How shameless I was! How brazen! Didn't I even bother to find out if he was married or had a wife? I just rashly led him into my room! Alas, for a moment of pleasure, I've ruined my reputation. It's truly a loss! "Sister, what do you mean by that!" Disappointed, Xiangru embraced the hesitant young widow and kissed her even more passionately, sending irresistible pleasure through Wenjun's flushed cheeks. The young widow, with her eyes closed, pushed him away while thoughtfully asking, "Is the young master married?" "Not yet!" Xiangru cupped Wenjun's face again, scrutinizing her carefully even though he couldn't see clearly. Hearing her question, he drew out the word in a low voice. Upon hearing the word "not yet," Wenjun immediately opened her beautiful eyes, her bright pupils sparkling with joy. Seeing this charming but unmarried scholar staring at her with his nearsighted eyes, Wenjun's initial shyness vanished, as did her regret. She turned her head away, grabbed the candle, and prepared to present herself to the unmarried young master Sima. As Xiangru eagerly awaited Miss Wenjun's attempt to light the lamp wick, the young widow disappointedly stopped again. Her bright eyes fixed intently on the talented scholar, and then, slowly but firmly, she uttered two weighty words: "Marry me!" "Yes, I'll marry you!" Eager to catch a glimpse of the young widow's beauty, Xiangru readily agreed without hesitation. Seeing his nonchalant expression, the young widow knew better than anyone that Sima's attention was entirely focused on her body. Therefore, Miss Wenjun spoke solemnly and remindingly: "My lord, you need to think this through. I'm not playing games with you!" "I understand!" "What do you understand?" "I'll marry you!" With a snap, the candles were finally lit. In the candlelight, a beautiful woman, as lovely as a flower, appeared before Sima's nearsighted eyes. Illuminated by the lamplight, Wenjun's beautiful face glowed a fiery red. She slightly raised her small hand, displaying the gold hairpin—the token of love given by the talented scholar—to Sima. Xiangru excitedly accepted it and carefully placed it in the fiery young woman's hair. A raging fire ignites dry tinder, a widow embraces her breasts. A little chili pepper, what a precious darling. Right hand caresses her soft breasts, left hand inserts the gold hairpin. Before the lamp, vows are made, to grow old together forever. "Oh, what are you doing!" After inserting the hairpin, Sima's hands began to grope the young widow's body restlessly. Wenjun smiled and dodged, but Sima's hand slipped into Wenjun's breasts, cupping one tender breast and making the young widow giggle. Taking advantage of Wenjun's inattention, Sima slid his other hand towards the hot girl's crotch, about to slip it into her trousers, when the young widow suddenly closed her legs tightly: "No, no, you're so annoying! You're being silly!" Humph, what a pretentious act, Sima muttered to himself, his hands impatiently loosening the young widow's trousers. Wenjun still kept her legs tightly closed, and asked with great concern: "Young master, do you really want to marry me? You really don't care that I've already been married?" “No, sister, you worry too much… If you think that a married woman knows the preciousness of love better, and can better understand its true meaning…” The charming scholar’s sweet words completely won over the young widow. The beauty no longer resisted, and under Xiangru’s insistence, her legs obediently parted. In the soft candlelight, Xiangru’s hand slipped between Wenjun’s legs. It was already wet and sticky inside, making Xiangru’s hand wet and sticky as well. Sima thought to himself: See? I wasn’t wrong at all. The young widow was already aroused, she couldn’t wait any longer, she was just waiting for this moment! Thinking this, Xiangru’s fingertip pushed in, and with a soft slurp, slipped into the hot, moist opening, stirring uncontrollably. The beauty’s body trembled, her legs slightly closed, and she moaned softly, “Oh, be gentle!”

Sima Xiangru didn't answer. He stirred the candle for a while, then withdrew his fingers and grabbed Wenjun's pants with both hands. Wenjun lifted her buttocks and turned her face to the side. She opened her mouth and blew out the candle, plunging the room into darkness again. Under the cover of darkness, Miss Wenjun cooperated by pulling down her pants and lying flat on her back. Sima Xiangru pressed down on her, his hard penis pressing precisely against the young widow's entrance. Miss Wenjun blocked with her delicate hand, her fair hand resting on her wet opening, her eyes still fixed on Sima: "Marry me!"
"Marry you!" Sima was getting annoyed. What was this all about? Saying "Marry me!" over and over again, wasn't it annoying? Would it ever end? Looking at the hot girl beneath him, the romantic scholar thought to himself: Marry what? It's just a fling, a casual fling. To be honest, Xiangru didn't look down on his sister because she was already married and a widow. It was simply that he wasn't ready for marriage. Now, in his current misfortune, he was down on his luck, struggling to make ends meet, penniless, and didn't even have a decent house. How could he possibly marry you?
"Really? You'd better keep your word!" Miss Wenjun asked again. Receiving a reassuring answer, she finally moved her hand away. Xiangru, who had been unable to contain himself any longer, thrust his hips forward, and his fiery penis slid into her tender, pink opening. Immediately, he felt a strange softness and smoothness, and his mind went blank with excitement: "So comfortable!" Xiangru thought to himself, and then, feeling quite pleased with himself, he began to work at it.
"Oh, oh," Wenjun groaned uncontrollably under Xiangru's thrusts, her small hands lovingly stroking Xiangru's face, like a housewife tidying Sima's disheveled clothes. At the same time, to cooperate with Xiangru's thrusts, she obediently spread her legs and pushed her body forward: "Young master, if you dare to play tricks on me, I'll die right here, oh, oh, young master, oh, oh..."
As Wenjun murmured, Xiangru silently continued his actions, greedily enjoying the fresh flesh beneath him, his hands repeatedly grasping and caressing the warm, soft breasts, his nearsighted eyes fixed on the young widow's crotch: As expected of a married woman, she knows how to play, she's very experienced!
"Shame on you, I won't let you see!"
The young widow playfully covered her white, round breasts with her slender hand. Whether unintentionally or deliberately, her fingertips lightly scraped against Xiangru's penis, sending shivers down the scholar's spine and causing goosebumps to rise. The young widow grinned lewdly, her long, thin fingers continuing to tease Xiangru's penis: "Hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe..."
"Ah," under the beauty's caresses, Xiangru could no longer control himself. He roared and reluctantly surrendered. The scholar was very frustrated, feeling that it was too short; he hadn't had enough before he ejaculated. Xiangru climbed off Miss Wenjun, hastily put on his outer garment, and gazed at the young widow with lingering desire! The
amorous widow's heart was in turmoil, while the amorous scholar came to enjoy the novelty.
In the darkness, they made love, and the first shot rang out in the boudoir.
“Young Master,” Miss Wenjun sat up abruptly, tidying herself up while softly asking, “Are you leaving?”
Sima Xiangru nodded, politely bowing in thanks and preparing to leave. Miss Wenjun did not return the bow. After a long while, she uttered a few more words that greatly surprised Sima Xiangru: “Take me with you!”
“This, this,” Sima hesitated: Take you with me? Easier said than done! Miss Wenjun said nothing more: "Wherever you take me, I'm going with you. Waiter, prepare the carriage!"
"Oh dear," the servant exclaimed, "Miss, you can't do that! Master will beat me to death!"
"None of your business. Just say I'm leaving on my own!" Once
the fiery girl got stubborn, no one could stop her. Seeing that the servant dared not prepare the carriage, the young widow took matters into her own hands. The servant and Sima watched as Miss Wenjun rushed into the stable, harnessed the horses, and nimbly jumped into the carriage. Seeing Sima standing in the courtyard in a daze, Miss Wenjun cracked her whip and yelled at Xiangru, "Are you stupid? What are you looking at? Are you waiting for my father to come and arrest you? Get in the carriage now!"
Urged by Miss Wenjun, Sima Xiangru reluctantly jumped into the carriage. Miss Wenjun ordered him to give directions. Xiangru thought to himself: Sister, I'm really too embarrassed to take you home! Helpless, Xiangru had no choice but to lead Miss Wenjun to the Prince's mansion. It was already midnight, and Wang Jishan had long since retired for the night. Sima did not disturb him and led Miss Wenjun into his bedroom: "Please come in, sister!"
"Oh, young master," Wenjun looked around the dark room with curiosity: "Is this your room?"
"Yes, it is my room," Xiangru closed the door, embraced the young widow, and since they had acted hastily earlier and had not had enough, it was only natural to relive their love now.
"Oh dear, this quilt hasn't been washed in ages! It's so dirty, it even smells awful!" Wenjun, acting like a proper housewife, climbed onto the bed, pulled back the bachelor's blanket, and frowned. Xiangru, however, paid no heed. He embraced the young widow, roughly tearing at her clothes, determined to strip her completely naked. The beauty knelt on the bed, whipping the dirty blanket: "Young master, what are you doing? Clean up!"
Tearing off the last piece of silk gauze, a pristine white body was laid bare before Xiangru. Sima was overjoyed, his arms wrapped around Wenjun, unable to tear himself away. The young widow nestled happily in the arms of the talented scholar, stretching her limbs with a mixture of pride and shyness as Xiangru pulled her along, displaying herself to the man she had fallen for at first sight.
The beautiful woman's eyes were slightly closed, her body trembling gently as she silently enjoyed the caresses of her beloved. These tender touches brought the young widow indescribable pleasure. Under Xiangru's attentive caresses, Wenjun's once fair and tender body flushed a lovely pale pink; her cool skin became burning warm; her small, bean-like breasts swelled; and her tightly closed vulva oozed a syrupy-like fluid, emitting an alluring, musky fragrance.
This unusual fragrance attracted the attention of the lecherous man, and Xiangru's hand, as if possessed, slid towards the beauty's crotch. His palm, coated with a little syrup, smeared it onto the tender mound of flesh, which shimmered with a wanton light under the moonlight.
From the Zhuo family mansion to the Wang residence, from this dreamlike experience, the romantic and talented Sima Xiangru had a very clear feeling: Miss Wenjun's attitude had undergone a subtle change. At the Zhuo residence, the young widow was aloof and cold. Although she longed for him, she feigned reluctance, forbidding him to look at this or touch that. But once she arrived at the Prince's residence, the beauty became much more obedient. She would strip naked at his command, allowing him to touch her wherever he pleased, however he wanted. Here, the charming scholar climbed between the young widow's legs, his hands parting the juicy mounds. The beauty obediently spread her thighs, revealing a deep, intricate opening between the white mounds. Soft, fine hairs sparsely scattered to the side. At the top of the mound, the pale pink flesh branched into delicate, branching shapes. Xiangru was delighted: What a wondrous little vagina! This branching, apocryphal vagina was something even the habitual womanizer had never seen before! Sima Xiangru excitedly grabbed Wenjun's clitoris and began to play with it with relish. Under Sima's caresses, Wenjun trembled violently, her legs shaking, and she moaned repeatedly. At the same time, seemingly to suppress her moans, the young widow covered her mouth with her hand, biting her fingers with her pearly lips: "Ugh—oh, ugh—oh, ugh—oh..."
As Sima Xiangru was aroused by Wenjun's clitoris, the young widow's crotch suddenly shuddered, and with a hiss, a stream of white fluid spurted from her vulva, splashing onto Sima Xiangru's face: My goodness, what a beauty, a little vixen who can squirt lustful fluid! Sima Xiangru
wiped the lustful fluid from his face, grabbed the little vixen, and thrust into her! The ferocity and lewdness of it all need no further description!
After their lovemaking, they pledged themselves to another, and at midnight, they drove to the
palace. They continued their lovemaking on the bed, and the second round was fired.
Before they knew it, dawn had broken and the night was long and the night was short. When Wang Jishan woke up in the morning and stepped out of his room, he saw the carriage parked in the middle of the courtyard. He was immediately overjoyed: "As expected of my idol, his methods are truly amazing. Look, the young widow has delivered herself to my door. Right now, my idol must be having lewd dreams with the beauty in his arms. Hehe, let me see."
Filled with curiosity, Wang Jishan approached the window of Sima Xiangru's room. Peering through his squinting eyes, he saw the beauty sleeping soundly, while his idol was already awake. Wang gently tapped the window, and Sima turned his head, giving a knowing, lewd smile before quietly going out to greet him.
This was a night that Miss Wenjun would never forget, and also her most romantic night. The sun was already shining brightly outside, but Miss Wenjun was too lazy to get out of bed, her eyes half-closed, blissfully savoring that almost frenzied night.
"Miss, you're awake!"
A slurring sound came from beside the bed. Startled, Miss Wenjun sat bolt upright. Wang Jishan stood there with a lewd grin. Miss Wenjun hurriedly pulled the blanket over her naked body. "You, what are you doing here? Get out!" (
Chapter 5: The Poor Scholar Pawns His Clothes to Wenjun, the Hot Girl Sells Her Cart to Open a Wine Shop)
"What? You want me to get out? Miss, this is my home!" Wang Jishan sat on the edge of the bed, grinning, his hand under the blanket. "Hehe, it's so hot! It's burning my hand!"
"Your home?" Miss Wenjun shrank back into the bed. "This, isn't this Sima's home? How did it become your home? Young master, come in and explain this to me!"
"Hehe," Wang Jishan brought his large face close to Miss Wenjun's, "This is my residence, Miss, don't be shy!" With that, Wang Jishan was about to become violent. Miss Wenjun's eyebrows furrowed, and she began to curse. Wang Jishan ignored her, his hands grabbing and twisting the quilt. "Miss, you don't know, Sima and I are inseparable. We have a gentleman's agreement: whoever seduces a woman must return to the manor to share the pleasure, hehe."
"If you dare to act recklessly again, I... I'll die in front of you!" Seeing Wang Jishan becoming increasingly audacious, Miss Wenjun trembled with rage. In desperation, she grabbed a pair of scissors and pointed them at her neck. "You... you... what do you take me for? Get out, or I'll die right here!"
"No, no," Wang Jishan immediately withdrew his hand, waving it as he retreated towards the door, "No, no, don't do this! If you don't want to, then forget it, I didn't say anything, please don't, don't, don't do this!" Wang Jishan retreated from the house in a disheveled state, saw Sima, shook his head dejectedly, and sighed, "Alas, what a fierce little widow! I dare not have any thoughts now, or someone might die!"
"Young Master Sima, explain yourself!" Amidst the shouts of the fiery young woman, Sima entered the bedroom dejectedly, spreading her hands helplessly, "Sister, this is indeed not my home. My home is worse than a cowshed. I'm really embarrassed to take you there. Sister, what should we do?" Xiangru revealed a shameless expression, "Sister, that's the situation. What do you say we do? I'm a poor wretch. Sister, just give up. I have no means to marry you. You should pack your things and leave! It's still early; it seems you can still make it back to the Zhuo residence!"
"Pah!" Miss Wenjun hastily threw on her clothes, and upon hearing Xiangru's words, jumped up with a thud: "You think you can just get rid of me after you've had your fun?"

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