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Lin Wanrong, a model man of the 21st century, unexpectedly finds himself transported to another world.
After being rescued by the mysterious Uncle Wei at Xuanwu Lake, he is entrusted by Uncle Wei to become a lowly servant in the Xiao family of Jinling.
On the day of his registration, he encounters Old Dong, a local merchant, and together they make a small fortune from the Xiao family.
However, this attracts the attention of the Xiao family's second daughter.
Meanwhile, Lin Wanrong uses his 21st-century skills to instigate Old Dong's son to join a gang and partners with Old Dong to open a restaurant.
He thrives, even engaging in a fierce battle with Old Dong's daughter.
On his very first day of interviewing at the Xiao family, Lin Wanrong is seen fighting with Old Dong's son, Dong Qingshan.
Finally, upon returning, he enters the Xiao family under the care of the second daughter, achieving his goal of becoming a servant.
But that very night, something happens that will change his life in this world.
From then on, Lin Wanrong's life as a servant took a different and exciting turn. That evening, he celebrated his victory with Dong Qingshan and the others, drinking heavily. When he reached his doorstep, Lin Wanrong felt a burning pain in his back; the wound from the afternoon's fight was still swollen and hadn't been treated.
Lin Wanrong entered the courtyard and saw a figure sitting motionless in front of his door. "
Who's there?" Lin Wanrong shouted.
In this city of Jinling, he knew very few people. "
Brother Lin, you're back!" a clear voice called out, tinged with surprise.
"Qiaoqiao, what are you doing here?" Lin Wanrong rushed forward.
Dong Qiaoqiao had already stood up, a bamboo basket beneath her containing cold food; she had clearly been waiting for quite some time. "
Brother Lin, are you...are you alright?" Dong Qiaoqiao tugged at Lin Wanrong's sleeve, looking at him anxiously, her bright eyes revealing her tension and heartache.
"What...what could possibly be wrong?" Lin Wanrong, unaware of her comprehension, smiled and ushered her into the house: "How did you find my place?" "You gave me a rough idea of where it was the other day, and I found it today. Seeing your clothes hanging by the door, I knew this was where you lived." Under the lamplight, Qiaoqiao's face flushed slightly, making her even more charming.
Lin Wanrong secretly swallowed. He wasn't exactly a saint; with such a beautiful girl standing before him, he wouldn't be a man if he didn't fall for her.
Dong Qiaoqiao brought over a bamboo basket, saying, "The food's getting cold, Brother Lin. You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll heat it up; it'll be ready soon." Lin Wanrong quickly grabbed her hand, saying, "No need, Qiaoqiao, I've already eaten." Dong Qiaoqiao felt the warmth of his hand seep into her heart as he held her small hand. Her cheeks flushed, her heart pounded, and she whispered, "Brother Lin, I—" She instinctively struggled slightly, and Lin Wanrong realized he was holding the girl's hand.
But this guy was shameless; he not only didn't let go but also squeezed her hand gently in the palm twice.
Dong Qiaoqiao felt a strange sensation, like a cat scratching her heart. Her body heated up, and her long legs involuntarily closed, her body slightly twisting.
Lin Wanrong reluctantly released her hand, his face not even flushing, and said, "Qiaoqiao, did you come here specifically to bring me food?" His methods of diverting attention were always superb; Dong Qiaoqiao was no match for him.
Seeing him release her small hand, the redness on Dong Qiaoqiao's face faded slightly, but a hint of disappointment lingered in her heart. Hearing his words, she immediately remembered the purpose of her visit and hurriedly called out, "Brother Lin, where's your wound? Let me see." "What wound?" Before he could even process what she meant, Dong Qiaoqiao had already noticed the grime on his back and his swollen back. "
Brother Lin, who beat you up like this? How could they be so cruel?" Dong Qiaoqiao's voice trembled with tears, her concern and pain warming Lin Wanrong's heart.
No doubt, it must have been that brat Dong Qingshan who told Dong Qiaoqiao about his injury, which was why she had come looking for him. "
Brother Lin, quickly take off your shirt, I'll apply some medicine for you." Dong Qiaoqiao gently touched his back twice; her soft fingers, slightly cool, made Lin Wanrong feel comfortable all over, and he couldn't help but let out a soft hum. "
It's alright, Qiaoqiao, I'm tough, it's just a small injury, nothing serious," Lin Wanrong said with a smile.
"No, brother, you're injured like this—" Dong Qiaoqiao couldn't continue, tears welling up in her eyes. "
Okay, okay, I'll take it off, don't cry, silly girl." Lin Wanrong felt a surge of warmth and emotion. He hurriedly emptied his pockets, then took off his shirt, revealing his smooth, strong body.
He had always been physically strong, with a healthy tan and a love for exercise, making him quite robust and attractive to girls.
Dong Qiaoqiao looked at his powerful arms, her face flushing and her heart pounding. But when she saw the swollen mark on his back, all her romantic thoughts vanished.
Tears welled in her eyes as she gently touched the mark with her slender fingers, softly asking, "Brother, does it hurt?" Lin Wanrong grinned, "No, it doesn't hurt." He lay on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly. "Doesn't hurt?
Of course! Try being beaten like this yourself!" It was just that Qiaoqiao was a kind and gentle girl, and Lin Wanrong couldn't bear to let her worry.
A few drops of scalding water fell onto Lin Wanrong's back. He turned around and saw Dong Qiaoqiao hurriedly turning her head away to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"Silly girl, big brother is alright." Lin Wanrong's heart was filled with tenderness as he looked at Dong Qiaoqiao softly.
Dong Qiaoqiao turned her head shyly to look at him and said, "Big brother, you must take care of yourself in the future. I—we don't want to see you get hurt at all." Lin Wanrong laughed heartily, "Don't worry, Qiaoqiao, the person who can hurt me hasn't been born yet." Dong Qiaoqiao blushed and teased him, saying, "You're bragging." Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, like pear blossoms in the rain, making her indescribably charming. Lin Wanrong stared at her blankly and said, "Qiaoqiao, you're so beautiful." Dong Qiaoqiao bit her red lips and shyly lowered her head, her face beaming with surprise that even a blind person could see.
Lin Wanrong felt an urge to hug this delicate woman and kiss her fiercely. Just as he was about to act, a burning pain shot through his back. He slammed his erect penis against the bed twice, thinking, "It's all your fault for being so inconsiderate, making me hurt again."
Dong Qiaoqiao carefully applied liniment to his wound, her movements as gentle as a breeze.
This intimate skin-to-skin contact made Dong Qiaoqiao's heart race and her face flush.
Lin Wanrong, however, was different. He had already enjoyed countless massages from women, so he had some self-control. Although this time it was the gentle and beautiful Qiaoqiao, he didn't lose his composure too much—except for the loud thud of his penis hitting the bed
.
After applying the medicine, Lin Wanrong went to get his clothes from the bedside table. Dong Qiaoqiao leaned over to put the ointment back in the box, but he tripped her, causing her to slip and cry out in surprise as she fell onto the bed.
Lin Wanrong had barely turned around when she pushed him down onto the bed. The pain in his back made him grimace.
He stubbornly endured it without uttering a sound. A fool wouldn't take advantage of such a good deal; compared to the alluring embrace, what was this little pain? Caught off guard, Dong Qiaoqiao suddenly found herself on top of Lin Wanrong, their two hot bodies pressed tightly together, especially since Lin Wanrong was shirtless.
A strong masculine scent emanated from him, and Dong Qiaoqiao's heart pounded like a deer's. She tried to struggle to get up, but she had no strength.
A pair of strong arms tightly encircled her slender waist.
Unable to move, she could only slump softly into his arms, her burning face pressed tightly against his fiery chest.
Lin Wanrong held the boneless woman in his arms, inhaling her faint fragrance, his breathing gradually becoming heavy, holding her even tighter, as if trying to melt her completely into his body.
Dong Qiaoqiao clung to him, barely daring to breathe, her full breasts pressing against Lin Wanrong's chest, bringing him a strange pleasure.
Lin Wanrong groaned softly in pleasure, his hands gently stroking her back, slowly moving downwards, brushing across her waist, continuing to move, finally caressing her rounded buttocks.
"Big brother—" Dong Qiaoqiao murmured softly, her eyes misting over, her face flushed, the feeling of her buttocks being held in his large hands both hot and stimulating.
He gently pinched the tender flesh of her buttocks, then slowly moved downwards, while his dragon king thrust forward, penetrating between her legs, touching her pubic hair.
Even through her clothes, Dong Qiaoqiao, a woman as pure as ice and snow, had never experienced anything like this before. She felt something hot just barely touching her private parts through her clothes, and she instantly let out a soft cry, her face flushed with shyness. Her legs instinctively tightened, her whole body felt as if it were being stripped bare, and she collapsed into his arms.
Lin Wanrong was already ready to mount her, but then he cried out in pain from the wound on his back.
Dong Qiaoqiao snapped awake, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with tears: "Brother Lin, are you...are you alright?" Seeing Qiaoqiao's concern for him, and her blushing, shy expression, Lin Wanrong's heart stirred. The wound that had been touched no longer hurt, and his dragon king became even more erect.
He said, "Silly girl, I'm fine, but there's one spot that's really hurting. I need you to help me apply some medicine." Dong Qiaoqiao had no idea what he was thinking. She was already incredibly shy, barely daring to open her eyes, her heart pounding like a deer's.
Hearing Lin Wanrong's words, she felt a surge of anxiety.
"Brother, where does it still hurt?" Her voice sounded anxious, yet as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
Seeing her like this, Lin Wanrong knew what to do. He'd go for it, and do it well. He wouldn't want to refuse a prize offered to him. So, without further thought, he pulled Qiaoqiao's head and gave her a gentle kiss: "Qiaoqiao, you're so beautiful." Then he pointed to his crotch, "This is it. I'll have to trouble you to take good care of it." Dong Qiaoqiao understood his meaning perfectly well, but she shyly turned her head away,
saying nothing more .
"Qiaoqiao." Seeing an opening, Lin Wanrong noticed the beauty before him couldn't let go of her last shred of reserve.
His tone hardened slightly. "
Don't you want to see your brother get better?" he asked, his right hand grasping Dong Qiaoqiao's delicate, elegant hand and gently pressing it to the head of his penis.
His left hand, however, roamed restlessly over her buttocks, enjoying their unique elasticity.
Dong Qiaoqiao blushed even more. Her hand touched the man's genitals, and a strange feeling stirred within her, but she no longer resisted. She simply followed Lin Wanrong's hand, gently grasping the head of his penis, slowly experiencing its warmth. She
still turned her head away, unwilling to look at that unsightly place.
Seeing her reaction, Lin Wanrong knew that the beauty before him had tacitly approved of his actions. He then admired her dreamlike, shy expression while freeing his hands to caress her firm, elastic buttocks. Dong Qiaoqiao's freed hand began to slowly stroke it. Perhaps Qiaoqiao felt the head of his penis growing increasingly swollen and thick, to the point where she could no longer encircle it with one hand. She seemed startled, suddenly turning her head shyly to stare at Lin Wanrong's enormous head, taking a deep breath as if making a decision, and softly asked, "Brother, how should Qiaoqiao serve this ugly thing—?" Lin Wanrong looked at her in surprise, knowing that since Dong Qiaoqiao dared to look him directly in the eye, it meant she had let go of her inhibitions. He found it amusing that she called his head "ugly." Even though he had been with so many women in modern times, his understanding of women in this world had deepened considerably.
However, seeing Qiaoqiao in her current state, he realized that in modern times, aside from his first love, he had never experienced anything like this.
Thinking of this, a surge of irritation rose within him, and his temper began to flare. Unconsciously, the hand caressing Qiaoqiao's buttocks tightened its grip.
Dong Qiaoqiao, unaware of Lin Wanrong's thoughts, was only reminded of the man's intentions by the pain in her buttocks.
A sudden, inexplicable daze washed over her, and her grip on the dragon head tightened as well.
This, however, reminded Lin Wanrong of the alluring beauty before him. Lin Wanrong, still somewhat inclined to a carefree attitude, stopped thinking and began to properly observe the beauty before him.
Dong Qiaoqiao, lost in her own reverie, unconsciously looked up, her gaze unexpectedly falling upon Lin Wanrong's eyes. Their eyes met, and both were captivated by each other's gaze.
After a long while, Dong Qiaoqiao finally reacted, her cheeks flushed crimson, making her look incredibly beautiful.
However, her slender fingers were still tightly gripping Lin Wanrong's penis, and when she finally remembered, they were covered in his semen, wet and warm, making her feel unbearably uncomfortable.
Thinking of this, she hurriedly withdrew her hand, staring at Lin Wanrong for a long time with a look of expectation mixed with unbearable longing, still hesitant.
Lin Wanrong's gaze towards Qiaoqiao now held no desire, but rather confusion. After a long while, he sighed softly.
This reminded Qiaoqiao of her predicament. She shyly got up and ran, but accidentally knocked over a picture book on the bedside table. Dong Qiaoqiao looked down and saw that her face and neck were as red as the morning sun. She picked up the book and threw it at Lin Wanrong, saying shyly, "Brother Lin, you're so naughty!" Then she ran out like the wind.
Lin Wanrong, his back aching, was cursing Li Ergou for being too rough and ruining his plans. He hadn't considered that without Li Ergou's help, he wouldn't have had this stroke of good fortune.
Seeing Dong Qiaoqiao toss him the booklet, Lin Wanrong hurriedly caught it. He saw it was the erotic picture book Old Wei had left him.
"God, are you deliberately torturing me like this?" Lin Wanrong lamented inwardly.
This was incredibly embarrassing. At the most crucial moment of his pursuit, she had seen something she shouldn't have. Now Dong Qiaoqiao must think he was a complete pervert.
But heaven proved that since arriving in this world, Lin Wanrong's only lover was his left hand.
Of course, tonight he also had Dong Qiaoqiao's skillful hands.
Lin Wanrong glanced at the picture book again. His heart fluttering, those strange lines seemed to come alive in his mind, a slow, lingering sensation before quieting down again.
There was hope! Lin Wanrong was overjoyed. Although he didn't know why this had suddenly happened, it was still much better than simply appreciating it as an erotic picture book.
However, he had to deal with his still-erect penis himself.
It took him quite a while to finally calm it down.
Lin Wanrong carefully put the picture book away, then suddenly remembered that it was so late, and Qiaoqiao had rushed out alone, her emotions extremely unstable. Could she be in danger? Lin Wanrong quickly put on his clothes and rushed out.
Lin Wanrong was anxious, having not seen Dong Qiaoqiao along the way. He cherished this sweet and adorable girl from the bottom of his heart; even if she wasn't his wife, she would be a beautiful younger sister.
Of course, if she could be his wife, that would be ideal.
Lin Wanrong's delay left him unaware of the serious trouble that was brewing.
Meanwhile, Dong Qiaoqiao ran out of Lin Wanrong's courtyard, her mind inexplicably wandering.
She had no idea where she was, nor did she see the figure standing in the corner of Lin Wanrong's courtyard wall.
It turned out that when Lin Wanrong took Dong Qingshan and the others to fight Li Ergou that afternoon, although they had severely injured Li Ergou, they were unaware that one of Li Ergou's men was a shrewd and capable figure—Cheng De's planted thugs in the south of the city. Li Ergou was merely a supporting character.
This man, named Du Wei, was a cunning and treacherous individual. During the afternoon's fight, seeing the tide turning against them, he had sided with Dong Qingshan.
That evening, while everyone was drinking together, he secretly kept an eye on things. He didn't mention his resentment towards Lin San and Dong Qingshan's group, but it turned out he had long harbored a crush on Dong Qingshan's sister.
After Lin San returned, he secretly followed him, only to see Qiaoqiao enter Lin Wanrong's courtyard and then hurriedly run out a while later.
Du Wei was a shrewd man and knew somewhat what had happened between Lin San and Dong Qiaoqiao.
Seeing the current situation, he didn't think much of it and quietly followed Qiaoqiao.
Dong Qiaoqiao was restless at this moment, and in a daze, she walked into a dark alley, her mind filled with what had happened in Lin San's room.
When she calmed down a little, she had no idea where she was.
Du Wei, blinded by lust, saw Dong Qiaoqiao stop and look extremely confused. He
slowly walked up behind her and embraced the beauty before him.
Dong Qiaoqiao was startled to realize someone was behind her, but her mind was still blank, only thinking that Lin Wanrong was following her again.
Her body only regained some feeling when she was embraced,
but she was still weak and powerless.
Her stunningly beautiful face was flushed red with shyness, her delicate, smooth cheeks framed by a straight, alluring neck. Her fair, almost translucent skin blended seamlessly with her white clothes, making it almost indistinguishable.
Below the neckline, her full, firm breasts heaved rapidly, tempting both lust and desire.
Du Wei couldn't help but imagine the soft, supple waist of the woman in his arms, and her exquisite, delicate breasts. His hands began to move more freely.
His hands slowly moved to the hem of Dong Qiaoqiao's top. The skirt and cinched waist perfectly accentuated her soft, graceful figure, her slender waist, and her slightly rounded, delicate buttocks. Dong Qiaoqiao was filled with shame and indignation. Seeing that no one was around, Du Wei began to grope her. Qiaoqiao was forced against the wall, her hands gripping it, trying to keep herself from collapsing due to her weak and aching body.
By the moonlight, Du Wei could vaguely see Dong Qiaoqiao's willow-leaf eyebrows, bright eyes, snow-white skin, cherry-like lips, and delicate nose. Her slightly upturned, peach-red lips seemed to be whispering "no. "
Her eyes were tightly closed, as if afraid to see the person she was facing.
Du Wei knew she mistook him for Lin San.
Qiaoqiao's cherry-like mouth was panting, her eyes were hazy, and her fragrance was like orchids. Her beauty was intoxicating, and the irresistible scent of her young body wafted to Du Wei's nose.
Dong Qiaoqiao's soft, warm breaths and delicate fragrance nearly overwhelmed Du Wei, making him lose control.
His hands became even more audacious
, slipping under her blouse to caress her tender skin.
Soon, Du Wei noticed that Dong Qiaoqiao's legs were tightly crossed, and she seemed unsteady, her heels occasionally lifting off the ground.
Du Wei was overjoyed, surprised by Qiaoqiao's sensitivity, knowing he had a good chance of seduce the beauty before him.
Moreover, Dong Qiaoqiao was completely lost in her own world, oblivious to the fact that the person behind her wasn't the Lin brother she longed for.
Just as Du Wei was about to take further liberties, Qiaoqiao suddenly sighed softly, her body buckling, one hand pressed tightly against the wall, the other gripping her skirt.
Du Wei's hand trembled, and he hurriedly began to grope downwards.
Before he even reached under her skirt, just as his hand touched her thigh, he felt a warm, wet flow.
He hadn't expected Dong Qiaoqiao to wet herself; droplets of fluid continued to trickle onto her pantyhose and shoes.
Dong Qiaoqiao's mind was in turmoil. She had been trying to restrain herself in Lin San's room,
but when she saw the look in his eyes, she vaguely thought he didn't love a woman like her, that he thought she was a promiscuous and cheap woman.
Dong Qiaoqiao's body was naturally extremely sensitive; even the slightest excessive touch would make her wet herself.
Just now, when she held Lin San's penis, she had already been incredibly aroused, and it took a lot of effort to break free. But in this alley, Lin San had taken advantage of her so lightly. The last vestige of her sanity had vanished, and she could no longer endure it, reaching orgasm.
She was now even more confused, wondering if Lin San would despise her because of this, yet she was also eagerly anticipating what was to come.
Dewey, oblivious to the hidden meaning, only thought the beauty in his arms was so delicate. He merely embraced her gently and groped her lightly, yet she still wet herself.
He had initially hesitated about continuing, but Dong Qiaoqiao's actions were like a dose of aphrodisiac, instantly dispelling any lingering doubts.
His hands moved swiftly, one hand slowly advancing upwards, while the other lingered between her legs, savoring the warm, wet pleasure – a truly two-pronged approach.
Dewey skillfully unbuttoned Dong Qiaoqiao's blouse, revealing her pink undergarment. How could the thin fabric conceal her voluptuous body and exposed breasts? On the undergarment tightly covering her breasts, two tender nipples protruded slightly, displaying an alluring shape.
Dewey's left hand pressed against Qiaoqiao's full breasts. Even through her thin, damp undergarment, he could feel her firm breasts, the nipples radiating heat. Dewey's hand trembled slightly as he slowly roamed over Qiaoqiao's breasts, occasionally pressing and kneading the slightly protruding buds.
Qiaoqiao was both ashamed and angry, but the burning sensation in her body constantly assaulted her mind, leaving her no time to think. She was simply immersed in Lin San's teasing from behind, having no time to consider anything else.
Seeing that the beauty before him didn't resist, Dewey became even bolder and more unrestrained, his hand reaching into her forbidden area beginning to move.
His left hand kneaded Qiaoqiao's nipples even more vigorously.
Qiaoqiao gradually began to mumble incoherently.
Her moans grew louder and louder.
Just then, Lin Wanrong, having finished tidying up, came out to look for Qiaoqiao. As he passed through this dark alley, he faintly heard a woman's moans coming from within.
Lin Wanrong stopped and gradually approached to see what was going on.
After all, he had never seen anything like this since arriving in this strange era.
The sight of someone engaging in sexual activity in the open piqued his curiosity,
causing him to temporarily put aside his search for Qiaoqiao.
The moonlight was dim, and the alleyway was extremely dark; neither Dong Qiaoqiao nor Du Wei, who were high in the clouds, noticed the extra person.
Lin Wanrong slowly approached, stopping five steps away from them, just in time to see their movements in the dim moonlight.
However, Qiaoqiao's moans weren't very loud, and with the dim moonlight, the three of them couldn't immediately distinguish one another.

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