[Urban] Dance of Flowers (Complete) - 24

Chapter 1 of the Side Story: War and Snow - Aphrodisiacs in the Azure

Sky: Emperor Huangfu Haotian ascends the throne, changing the era name to Tianfu and granting a general amnesty.

In Juxiang Town in the fourth year of Tianfu, Han Xue leans against the carriage window, peeking at the street scene through the half-drawn curtain. Suddenly, the sign of an inn on the street catches her eye, making her widen her eyes and laugh out loud. She pats the carriage door and calls to the man driving the carriage. "Han Zhan, Han Zhan, look at that inn over there. We'll stay there tonight."

"Fugui Inn?" The man murmurs slightly, "Not going to Fugui Restaurant?"

"No, we'll stay here tonight." Han Xue insists. Her Fugui Restaurant is all over the Azure Sky Kingdom, and even has branches in neighboring countries. This inn uses a homonym to increase its popularity, which is quite clever.

The man doesn't say anything more. He stops the carriage in front of the inn, gets out, books a small courtyard, and drives the carriage directly into the courtyard.

Han Xue asked for bathwater, then sent Han Zhan away to wash up. She closed the door and happily jumped into the tub.

After a comfortable hot bath, Han Xue took out her specially made white nightgown, wrapped it around her naked body, and jumped into bed to rest. A moment later, panting, she tugged at her collar, her body burning with unbearable heat, all the heat rushing to her abdomen. A faint tingling sensation ran through her lower body, but in the blink of an eye, the tingling became unbearable. An aphrodisiac?! She'd been drugged. But why? And who?

Her mind was becoming increasingly confused. She had to leave before she lost control. Whoever drugged her, she couldn't let them succeed.

"Han Zhan!" she shouted with all her might, but the sound that came out was a sensual moan. She was incredibly anxious, but her limbs were weak and powerless. The tingling and itching in her lower body felt like a monster trying to devour her senses

. She caught sight of a vase on the bedside table, and with her last bit of strength, she lunged at it. With a clatter, the vase fell to the floor. She had succeeded! A sense of relief washed over her, but the discomfort intensified. The next second, the door slammed shut, and a dark figure flashed in. In the next instant, she was lifted up by strong arms.

"Miss?"

Han Zhan's voice was like a lover's whisper, laced with intense desire. Her soft body pressed against his, rubbing against his strong frame, and she couldn't help but moan softly. "I feel so uncomfortable, um..."

He stiffened, immediately aroused. Holding the woman he had loved for so many years, with her so alluring expression, he wouldn't be a man if he didn't react.

"Miss, what's wrong?" He tried to help her stand, but it was impossible. She clung to him like a boneless snake, inflicting sweet torment. He noticed her unusually flushed face. The collar of her robe was torn open, revealing her shoulders and breasts. His eyes darkened instantly, and his breathing quickened. He could

faintly hear voices coming from afar, coming this way.

"Quick... um... go..." She stammered, clinging to her last shred of reason, but her hands were already uncontrollably pulling at his clothes. "Quick... out of the city..." Feeling the hard masculine thrust in her lower abdomen, she gasped, "Ah..."

She reached for the cloak on the screen beside her, wrapped it around the woman in her arms, and held her tightly. With a leap, she shot out, and in a few bounds, she was out of the mansion.

Han Zhan used all his strength to rush towards the city gate, while holding the woman in his arms, who was writhing like a snake, making him want to transform into a wolf.

The aphrodisiac had taken full effect; the tingling and itching in her lower body made her desperately want to pounce on a man. Her soft, lotus-like arms broke free from the cloak's restraints and wrapped around his neck. Then came her soft lips and sweet tongue, nibbling and licking his honey-colored neck. He

gasped sharply, nearly falling headfirst from the sky, before quickly regaining his composure. He forced himself to ignore the sweet torment the little one in his arms was inflicting on him. Pushing his inner strength to its limit, he leaped over the city wall, reaching the dense forest of Shimao Slope outside the city in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea. His muscles bulged from the suppressed desire, and he was drenched in sweat. He leaped onto the branches of a large tree, so thick it would take several people to encircle it, and pressed her tightly between himself and the tree. He had to stop, because the woman in his arms had her legs wrapped around his waist, her soft thighs pressing against his thick, hard member. Her unconscious swaying and rubbing almost brought him to climax.

"Sweat," the woman moaned in dissatisfaction, tugging at her clothes and twisting her body, causing the man's erect penis to press against her wet, warm opening through her clothing.

"Mmm..." Han Zhan groaned, panting as he tried to suppress his lust, but it was impossible. He could even feel the heat from her soft opening inviting him in.

With his last ounce of willpower, he shakily pushed away the woman's body pressed against him, but the sight before him completely shattered his last shred of reason. The white robe's belt was completely ripped open, revealing a pair of full breasts, a body of fair skin, a slender waist, a smooth, flat abdomen, and the soft black hair on her vulva.

Boom—, the blood rushed to his lower abdomen, causing his penis to swell even more. No wonder he could feel the heat from her vulva; the woman wasn't wearing anything under her robe. In other words, he was only separated from her by a thin layer of fabric.

"I want... Han Zhan," her snow-white arms wrapped around his neck again, kissing his chin and neck in a flurry. Her playful little hands even tugged at his clothes, caressing his chest. "Han Zhan, I feel so uncomfortable—, um..."

Han Xue discovered that the friction between their lower bodies slightly reduced the unbearable tingling, so she squeezed his waist tightly, and the thick iron rod even probed slightly into her opening through the fabric. But the untouched little hole was forcibly stretched open, sending a tearing, stinging pain through her. "Ah...it hurts..." Her delicate cry of pain brought Han Zhan back to his senses, which were submerged in a sea of desire. She quickly held Han Zhan's shapely buttocks to pull herself back a little.

As the pain subsided, the tingling and itching sensation intensified. Unable to close her wide-open legs, she could only helplessly squeeze Han Zhan's strong waist. Han Xue cried out in discomfort, "It itches so much, Han Zhan, it hurts so much inside." Looking up at Han Xue, her clear eyes were now filled with deep grievance and desire.

Han Zhan's dark eyes were unfathomable. Years of protecting her had made her a part of his very being; he couldn't bear to see her suffer even the slightest discomfort. He cherished her like his own life, protecting her like a precious jewel, yet he still let her suffer like this. The person who drugged her had better pray he didn't find them, or he would make them wish they were dead.

His darling, his lover, how could he bear to see her even slightly uncomfortable? Even if she resented him and hated him after tonight, right now, as long as it brought her even a little comfort, he would give his life for it, especially since it was something he could only do in his dreams. Something he could only bury deep in his heart, something he dared not hope for.

He bent down and kissed the corner of her eye, his kisses trailing down her delicate nose. One hand encircled her slender waist, the other caressed her tender entrance.

"Ah... um..." He kissed her luscious lips, swallowing her moans, his tongue darting into her mouth like a dragon, swirling and intertwining intensely. His fingers, caressing her entrance, felt the wetness of her vagina. He slowly inserted a finger, listening to her soft moans, gently moving in and out to let her get used to his presence. Due to the effects of the drug, her vagina was full of love juice. He added another finger, again slowly moving in and out, feeling her vagina tightly envelop him. He couldn't help but imagine how ecstatic it would be if his own penis were inside her. His lower body cried out, throbbing with pain.

Just as she was about to catch her breath, he reluctantly released her mouth, his kisses trailing down her beautiful neck, kissing her soft, white breasts. He lifted her waist, swallowing the pink nipples of her mounds, gently biting and sucking them vigorously. Only after the small, bright red fruit on one side had grown large did they move it to the other side.

Han Xue leaned against a large tree, her legs wrapped around Han Zhan's waist. Han Zhan's fingers slowly moved in and out of her, the calloused, rough fingers bringing her a strange yet pleasurable sensation. She gasped for breath, accompanied by soft moans, feeling the pleasure rapidly building within her. When Han Zhan's third finger plunged in, her mind went blank, her vagina tightly gripping the intruding finger, contracting incessantly. Han Zhan's movements didn't stop; instead, he thrust even faster. The rapid in-and-out sounds of his fingers acting as an aphrodisiac caused Han Xue to scream and reach orgasm.

Chapter 2: Affectionate

Han Zhan withdrew his fingers, pulled Han Xue's clothes together, hugged her tightly, and stood still. He gently stroked her back to calm her down, while using extraordinary willpower to suppress his surging desire. The next moment, Han Xue suddenly screamed, twisting her body and crying, "Itchy! Han Zhan, it's so itchy!"

Seeing this, Han Zhan no longer hesitated, unbuckled his belt, and held Han Xue's body firmly against the tree. His huge iron rod was already pressed against her entrance.

"Don't cry, it won't itch anymore soon, don't cry." His voice was unusually hoarse. In his heart, he wished he could cut the poisoner into a thousand pieces. The fact that he used a poison that could only be cured by intercourse with a man showed how vicious he was.

After the caresses, there was enough lubrication in her opening, but he was still extremely careful. After all, his size was not small, and she was a virgin. Although the drug had an effect, the pain of her first night was probably unavoidable. Since it was unavoidable, he would minimize it.

He moved gently and slowly, pushing the iron rod into her opening little by little, suppressing his desire to ride her, letting the sweat flow.

"Hmm... Whew—it's so hot." With the entry of the huge thing, the feeling of fullness brought a slight stinging pain, which made the numbness and itchiness subside a little. Han Xue frowned slightly, panting heavily.

"Han Zhan!" Her slender fingers touched the man's sweaty face.

"Does it hurt?" Her voice carried suppressed pain. "

It's so swollen," she gasped, "not too painful." His resolute black eyes were now bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, his usually handsome and cold face now appearing somewhat ferocious and terrifying.

"Is it very uncomfortable?" Han Xue asked with some concern.

The iron rod was already halfway in, and feeling the barrier, he paused slightly. "I do it willingly." Before the rough, hoarse voice finished, he thrust the whole thing in, pressing Han Xue tightly against the tree trunk.

"Ah—it hurts!" She pushed against the man in front of her with both hands, but couldn't budge him an inch. The powerlessness combined with the pain in her lower body made Han Xue burst into tears, only able to cry out weakly, "Han Zhan, it hurts so much, let me go, it hurts so much!" "Be

good, it won't hurt in a while." He suppressed the urge to rush, gently kissing away her tears. "Don't cry!" Hurting her was the last thing he wanted to do. But Hanxue couldn't hold back her tears. Her beautiful eyes were filled with fear as she clung tightly to his neck. "It itches again, ah... I'm shivering, I'm shivering?" Her slender body began to struggle wildly.

Afraid that she would hurt herself, he quickly pulled her close to him, taking a small step back to keep her smooth, snowy back away from the tree trunk.

He slowly withdrew, feeling Hanxue's cries subside. He then slowly pushed in again, suppressing his desire even though his penis was throbbing painfully. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it still itchy?"

"It's better, but it still hurts," Hanxue replied breathlessly. "But it feels so strange," she said, savoring the sensation at their point of union. As he slowly pushed in, she let out a soft moan, "Mmm—" He

pushed all the way in, feeling the unsteady breathing of the little one on top of him. He cupped her buttocks against her body, rubbing their point of union, letting his penis rub against her clitoris, eliciting her beautiful moans. "Ah—"

"Does it feel good?" Desire was reaching its breaking point, every muscle in his body tense and clenched from the effort of holding back, but her feelings were still his priority.

Han Xue buried her face in his shoulder in embarrassment. This fool, how could she possibly say such a thing? She could only hug his neck tightly, pressing herself against his strong body, making a silent invitation. Han Zhan quickened his pace, carefully sensing the little girl's body reactions in his arms. Hearing her beautiful moans, he increased his speed. Suddenly, Han Xue let out a muffled groan, her vagina tightening as she reached her climax. "Han Zhan, stop... um... ah..." But Han Zhan didn't stop; instead, he accelerated his thrusts. Her body was exceptionally sensitive during the climax, flushed all over. Han Xue couldn't bear the continuous ecstasy, straightening her back and panting and screaming with each of Han Zhan's violent thrusts. "Ah... ah... ah..." The continuous climax caused her vagina to tightly grip the iron rod. Han Zhan could no longer withstand the ecstasy; his consciousness was entirely controlled by desire. He unleashed his full power, thrusting with all his might. Their bodies collided, making rapid, continuous "slap, slap, slap..." sounds. Han Xue could no longer bear the extreme ecstasy. She lowered her head and bit his muscular shoulders and back, her body trembling in the joy of the climax. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer, her vision went black, and she fainted. With a muffled roar, he thrust wildly, finally pressing Hanxue's shapely buttocks tightly against his own. His iron rod plunged deep into her flower's core, ejaculating wildly. His trembling body, pressed against her buttocks, remained still for a long time.

Years of pent-up desire poured into her body at this moment. The soul-stirring, bone-melting pleasure made him reluctant to release her afterward.

He stroked Hanxue's sleeping face with a fervent gaze. After tonight, would she resent him for taking her body? Would she hate him? Though it was unavoidable, he had still defiled her chastity.

Having her was something he hadn't even dared to dream of, yet now, he had such a foolish wish. Could he even have such a foolish thought? Could he? He and she were like clouds and mud; could he foolishly believe that this beautiful cloud would belong to him alone? Could he? He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the confusion had faded. Whether she resented him or hated him, he would protect her until his last breath. Even if he could only watch her from afar, guarding her, his heart would be content. Tonight would be the most beautiful and moving memory of his life; at this moment, she belonged to him.

Holding Hanxue in one arm, he reluctantly withdrew his member from her hot opening. His member, still hard after the climax, gushed out as soon as he withdrew, a smear of milky-white fluid, tinged with red, flowing rapidly down Hanxue's fair thighs. A flicker of surprise crossed Hanzhan's dark eyes. So much? He looked at her fair thighs, stained with red and white fluid, and noticed some redness and swelling at the base. His profound skill allowed him to see clearly even in the dim light of the dense forest. He carefully straightened their robes, gently lifted her, and flew into the depths of the forest. He remembered that there were hunters' temporary huts deep in the forest. He was already unusually strong, and with years of martial arts training, his member was also unusually large. Han Xue was a virgin, and although the medicine had taken effect, he hadn't controlled his strength at the last moment, and must have injured her. He had to cleanse her and treat her injuries immediately.

Chapter 3: A Plea for Love

When Han Xue awoke again, it was a day later. Opening her hazy eyes, the first thing she saw was the warm glow of fire. Blinking, her vision cleared. It was clearly a dilapidated hut. She was on a hard wooden bed, a fire burning in front of it, and a dark blue coarse cloth covered the door, obscuring the outside. This must be the inner room of the hut. Looking down at herself, she saw she was wearing her bathrobe and covered with a men's black outer robe. She was shivering; he must be nearby. For so many years, he had never strayed from her. With just a gentle call, he would appear before her immediately. It was fortunate that he had always been by her side, allowing her to escape this ambush. Recalling that night, Han Xue felt a surge of heat throughout her body, her face flushed. Although she was under the influence of an aphrodisiac, her mind was perfectly clear. Recalling his tenderness, his wildness, his passion, her heart raced and her blood boiled. She had never known that the body beneath his black clothes was so strong and upright, nor could she imagine that such a reserved person could be so expressive, and that hot, throbbing rod filling her vagina—God, what was she thinking? She

shyly tried to shrink back, but even the slightest movement strained her lower body and back muscles, causing a sharp pain and aching in her back that made her moan softly. God, this was the price of pleasure. Especially when the man was too strong, it was truly unbearable.

How long did it take for that man to release her after she fainted? Why did it hurt so much? Frowning slightly, she bit her lip, enduring the unbearable discomfort. She couldn't even shrink back. "Mmm..." It really hurts.

The curtain covering the door was lifted, and Han Zhan entered carrying a rough porcelain bowl. Seeing her awake, he immediately placed the bowl on the bedside table. "You... how are you?" His deep black eyes were filled with worry. He reached out to gently help her sit up, but this elicited a flinch and a groan from her.

He stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at her delicate face, unsure how to react.

The muscles that moved as she sat up ached terribly, and Han Xue's eyes instantly reddened, glistening with tears. Her face was unusually flushed, and she gave him a coquettish yet timid glare.

She was his lifelong obsession. He sighed deeply, reached out and pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her slender waist with one hand, using a little internal energy to gently massage her. "Does it hurt a lot?"

She wasn't usually a sentimental person, but hearing his pitying question, she couldn't help but want to cry, wanting to throw a tantrum at him. With difficulty, she raised her aching hand to hit him, but instead of hurting him, she felt even more pain. Tears streamed down her face like broken beads.

"You're bad, you're bad, boo-hoo—" She nestled in his arms, feeling incredibly warm, but the pain made her want nothing more than to cling to him and whine. "It hurts so much, boo-hoo—, you're bad." Still using her hands? How could that possibly bring pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male anime virgin physical sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and protruding, irresistible! Click to enter.

"It's my fault, it's my fault," he said helplessly, holding her delicate body tightly, gently massaging her slender waist without stopping. "Don't cry, don't cry," he said, naturally taciturn and clumsy with words, now even more helpless, only able to repeat the same words, hoping to stop her heartbreaking tears.

His massage of her waist eased the pain considerably, allowing Han Xue to slowly stop crying, but her body still trembled slightly from sobbing.

Seeing that the person in his arms had finally stopped crying, Han Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand that had been rubbing his waist stopped.

"It still hurts," she whimpered softly. She felt that large hand immediately begin to rub her waist again.

This fool, he doesn't even know how to comfort people, he just keeps repeating those two words. Although she felt resentful, she also felt sweet. They had lived and eaten together for so many years, she knew his feelings perfectly well, and she understood what his wooden head was so fixated on. Otherwise, how could he not see her feelings for him all these years? Taking advantage of this incident, she should take action against him. Thinking this, a plan formed in her mind.

"Do you—like me?" She buried her face in his chest and whispered these words, knowing that with his skill, he would definitely hear her clearly.

Han Zhan's body stiffened, staring at the small head in his arms, and after a long while, he managed to utter a single word, "No!"

"You don't like me?!!" His voice was already filled with a strong sob.

Startled, Han Zhan immediately hugged her tightly, patting her gently. "It's not liking, it's love, I love you..." As soon as the words left his mouth, a sense of relief washed over him; it wasn't so hard to say after all.

"Really?" She nervously gripped his lapel, her heart overflowing with sweetness.

Han Zhan looked at the little head buried deep in his arms, speechless. She came from a prestigious family, intelligent and beautiful beyond compare. He, on the other hand, didn't even know who his parents were. If it weren't for her rescue, he might have spent his entire life begging on the streets, perhaps beaten to death or starving to death. But even now, with his martial arts skills, what good was it? He was all strength and no substance; could he really expect her to live a life of meager meals and simple clothes? Just thinking about it broke his heart. He shook his head; how could he bear to? She deserved someone better.

Feeling the person in front of him shake their head, Han Xue's breath hitched, and her vision blurred. "Do you despise me?"

"No! How could I?" He lifted the delicate face in his arms with one hand, and the tears in her eyes made his heart ache. He tenderly kissed away the pearls that slid down her cheeks, reluctant to kiss her trembling red lips. He gently licked and kissed her soft red lips, his tongue exploring hers and entwining with hers, licking and teasing her delicate tongue. He only withdrew when the person in his arms was almost out of breath, but he was reluctant to leave, still licking her panting lips.

"I am unworthy of you, Miss. I am a martial artist, and I'm afraid I'll make you suffer with me." He gently held her delicate face with his calloused hand, speaking with reluctance.

"I'm not afraid," Han Xue said softly, her face flushed. "Besides, with such a large estate like Han Family Manor, I won't go hungry." She glanced at him coquettishly. "My parents only have one daughter. From now on, will you prevent me from going out to discuss business?"

"No." She had always been competitive and exceptionally intelligent, a master of the business world and a master of the court, even more so than any man. Han Xue loved business, and besides, the person sitting high in the court would never let her retire to the mountains. She would never have a life of simple meals. "As long as you like it, just do it," he kissed her red lips again. "Wherever you are, I will follow you like a shadow." He then sealed her lips tightly with a passionate, lingering kiss. Han Zhan caressed Han Xue's slender waist with one hand, while the other slipped inside the white robe, grasping and kneading one of her soft breasts.

"Mmm..." The stimulation from her breasts and mouth made Han Xue moan, her body burning hot. A woman's moans are an aphrodisiac for a man. The large hand that had been gently caressing her waist suddenly shifted its focus, parting the hem of her robe and caressing between her soft legs.

All the wonderful sensations came when his rough fingers touched the tender flesh of her vulva, causing Han Xue to wince and groan in pain, "It hurts!"

"Damn it!" Releasing her delicious lips, he pulled her fragrant body into his arms, his fists clenched tightly to control his overwhelming desire.

Han Xue blushed crimson, her ears turning bright red, yet she secretly rejoiced at having influenced him.

Chapter 4 Healing

the Wounds Han Zhan's once-proud willpower, after experiencing her sweet and intoxicating pleasure, now seemed so weak as he held Han Xue in his arms. Her soft, warm body pressed against his, the sweet scent of her flesh wafting into her nostrils, enticing and seducing him. If he hadn't constantly reminded himself that her body couldn't withstand it, he probably would have already pinned her down and lovingly cherished her. After their passionate encounter, her clothes, still loosely arranged, revealed one of her breasts, its rosy tip resting on her snowy peak, looking vividly luscious. The hem of her clothes had been lifted to her thighs, and her two tender, white legs drew his gaze like a magnet. His lower body throbbed with unbearable arousal, desperately craving the comfort of her tender opening.

After a while, Han Xue still felt the man's body against her was tense, and she couldn't help but worry. She raised her small hand and patted the man's chest, asking, "Are you alright?"

Han Zhan suddenly grabbed her hand that was throbbing against his chest, pulling it down to his throbbing erection.

"Ah—" Han Xue was startled and reflexively tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn't let her. He whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her skin, "It wants to go into your little hole, but I'm afraid I'll hurt you." He then licked and nibbled at her red, tingling earlobe.

Han Xue gripped the iron rod tightly, eliciting a soft moan from Han Zhan. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and released her hand, gently placing her on the wooden bed. He turned to fetch a rough porcelain bowl from the bedside table.

"Han Zhan?" Han Xue looked puzzled, her eyes unable to leave Han Zhan's crotch, where a large bulge was prominently displayed. The night before, due to the medication, she hadn't had time to clearly see what was filling her vagina, but the sensation of it being inside her just now was so immense that she couldn't even encircle it with one hand. No wonder her lower body was in so much pain now.

Han Zhan turned around, bowl in hand, and seeing Han Xue's gaze fixed on his crotch, he couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Want to see?" Seeing Han Xue blushing as she looked at him, he didn't say a word, unbuckling his belt with one hand, letting his pants fall to his feet. His enormous, erect penis, swollen and purplish-blue with prominent veins, stood erect at a seventy-five-degree angle to his body, causing Han Xue to gasp in shock. "So big!" she exclaimed, glaring at Han Zhan. "No wonder it hurt so much. You're not allowed to touch me again."

Han Zhan chuckled and sat down beside her, loosening the sash of her nightgown with one hand, revealing her perfect body. He gazed at her intently, "So beautiful!"

"What are you doing!" Han Xue blushed, trying to salvage her disheveled clothes. She managed to pull her upper body back together, but couldn't reach her lower body.

"You need some medicine!" Han Zhan grasped her delicate white ankles with one hand and spread her legs.

"What medicine should I use?" Han Xue desperately tried to close her legs, not wanting him to see such a shameful place.

"Abrasion!" Han Zhan swiftly pressed an acupoint on Han Xue's waist, then pried open her tightly closed thighs. Surrounded by fine black pubic hair, her delicate vulva was conspicuously red and swollen. "It's really injured."

Han Xue was extremely ashamed and indignant. To the point of needing medicine for a minor abrasion in her vulva, she would never be able to face anyone if word got out. Just as she was thinking this, she saw Han Zhan gently stroking her genitals with his fingers, and a slight stinging sensation came from the entrance of her vulva. This visual effect made her lower abdomen feel warm, and she felt a warm current flowing from her vulva.

Han Zhan's dark eyes narrowed, and he glanced at Han Xue with a half-smile, which made Han Xue furious. "Are you going to apply the medicine or not?!"

"Yes," Han Zhan chuckled twice, "but before applying the medicine, let me clean you up first." As he spoke, he bent down and buried his face between her legs, licking her swollen and closed labia with his thick tongue, probing into her vagina and sucking. The stimulation of her vagina caused Han Xue to produce more love juice, making Han Zhan lick with a "squeak... squeak..." sound.

"Ah... no..." Han Xue gasped and tried to escape, but her lower body was unable to move. "Hmm..." Han Zhan's long tongue licked the inner wall of her vaginal opening, with a little pain, but more pleasure. She could feel Han Zhan's tongue moving inside her vagina with every movement. "Ah... um..." He actually, he actually inserted his entire tongue into her vagina and started moving it in and out. His lips and teeth licked and rubbed her clitoris with each thrust of his tongue, intensifying her pleasure. Her vagina tightened and contracted. Han Zhan suddenly released the acupoints on Han Xue's waist, lifted her up, and knelt on one knee. His tongue didn't leave her vagina. He spread her legs and placed them on his shoulders, tilting her head back so that his tongue could penetrate even deeper, while swirling the honey-like fluid flowing from deep within.

"Ah... ah..." Han Xue trembled as she reached her climax, feeling a heat in her lower abdomen. Han Zhan swallowed all the love fluid that flowed out.

He placed the still panting beauty back on the wooden bed and then pressed her acupoints again, this time even pressing her upper body.

"What...are you doing?"

Han Zhan grinned wickedly at her. "I'm about to burst, I really want to penetrate your little hole." As he spoke, he placed one of her delicate hands on one of her breasts and the other on her lower abdomen, spreading her fair thighs as wide as possible, assuming a masturbation pose. The allure on her face, still flushed from her recent orgasm, intensified the throbbing pain in his lower body. He let out a low growl, gripping his penis with one hand and rapidly stroking it, while his other hand quickly dipped into the medicinal liquid in the rough porcelain bowl and probed into the fragrant hole that had just been cleansed by his lips and tongue.

"Ah..." Han Xue's eyes widened in surprise as she watched Han Zhan masturbate, moaning at the cool pleasure brought by the fingers invading her little hole.

"I want to enter your body now," Han Zhan said provocatively, panting heavily, rapidly stroking his penis with one hand while his other hand, still dipping into the medicinal liquid, inserted it into her secret place to wipe it clean. "I'll take you hard." His eyes, burning with desire, were fixed on the alluring posture of the woman on the bed. Han Xue gasped, her body hot, his rough fingers moving in and out of her vagina. His wolfish gaze made her feel as if it wasn't his fingers entering her body, but his iron rod. A surge of heat rose in her chest, and her vagina tightened around his fingers, bringing her to another climax. After a few quick strokes, Han Zhan thrust his hips, his white semen shooting like an arrow onto the opposite wall.

Chapter 5 Masturbation.

Han Xue closed her eyes shyly. She couldn't believe that someone so usually so dull and silent could be so shocking in bed. His words and actions were so lewd, but she liked it, hehe…

After satisfying his desire, Han Zhan released Han Xue's pressure points, straightened her robes, and embraced her, kissing her forehead softly. "Are you alright?" His voice was unusually low and husky, tinged with lust.

"No!" she cried, her little hand twisting the soft flesh of his waist. "You said you were applying medicine, but you're doing this to me." Though embarrassed, she wasn't some sheltered young girl confined to her boudoir. If she wanted to be bold, she wouldn't be inferior to him. He

grabbed her mischievous hand and kissed it gently. "Don't hurt me. I have thick skin. Be careful not to hurt yourself instead of me." As he spoke, his lips moved to her delicate red lips and pecked at them. "It hurts me." He sealed her still-breathing mouth with his tongue, his rough tongue swirling and intertwining inside her mouth. The gentle kiss slowly turned into a passionate and erotic one. Only when the two small hands pushing against her chest increased their strength did he reluctantly let go, turning instead to nibble at her delicate, white neck, grumbling between kisses, "You little vixen, what poison did you use on me that makes me lose control the moment I see you?"

"Who poisoned you?" Han Xue gasped, her face flushed as she pushed against his hard chest, "I've never seen you treat me like this before, and also, don't use your thing against me." His desire surprised him; he had just masturbated, and now, just because of a kiss, he was hard again, pressing against her.

“I didn’t dare do this to you before. I only looked at your room late at night, imagining you writhing and pleasuring me beneath you, imagining myself taking you hard inside your pussy, and then I would take care of myself.” He looked at the red mark he had left on her neck with satisfaction, lightly licking it with his tongue. “But after tasting your flavor, I became addicted. I only want to be buried in your body all the time, to taste that intoxicating pleasure.”

“Stop licking, or I won’t listen to you anymore.” The hard root pressing against her thigh was swelling, making her ears turn red.

"Your little hole is badly injured, I won't touch you now." He sighed and moved away from her slender neck, his large hand gently stroking her flushed face. "Could you rub it for me? Just looking at you makes me ache terribly."

"Then you should avoid me from now on. If you can't see me, it won't hurt." Although she said this, her small hand touched his huge penis. In her previous life, she had only seen this thing in textbooks. Now that she saw it in real life, she couldn't describe the feeling. "So ugly!" She touched it, and the penis actually jumped and grew even bigger.

"Hehe..., so fun." She grabbed it and stroked it up and down, feeling that the penis had grown a little bigger. Han Xue turned around and asked him with a grin, "How big will it grow?" Han

Zhan was panting. When he saw the smile on Han Xue's lips, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately with his lips. He held her hand and quickly stroked his iron rod up and down.

"Hmm?..." Han Zhan's dissatisfied moan was silenced, a hint of displeasure at his roughness and intensity, but Han Zhan ignored it, continuing his passionate embrace in her mouth. His large hand gripped her delicate hand, stroking his erection even faster.

"Ah..." Han Zhan groaned comfortably as he moved quickly, his lips reluctant to leave her red, fragrant lips, kissing them tightly.

The only sounds in the quiet little house were the man's comfortable groans, his heavy breathing, the wet, squelching sounds of their passionate kiss, and the soft rustling of skin against skin.

After a long while...

"Hmm...hmm...hmm (let me go)..." Han Xue angrily pushed him away with one hand, but she was small and weak; this man was as strong as an ox, and she couldn't budge him at all. But her hand was so sore, her mouth so numb, and her lips were aching. When was he going to stop?

"Mmm...ah..." After a few vigorous thrusts, Han Zhan finally released Han Xue's swollen lips, moaning comfortably as he leaned against her slender shoulder, panting heavily. White semen spurted onto his own thigh, some of it staining Han Xue's palm.

Han Xue pulled Han Zhan's black coat over her shoulder to wipe the semen from her trembling hands, then threw the coat aside, covering his now slightly limp penis, panting as she tried to calm herself.

Seeing Han Xue retaliate by soiling his coat, Han Zhan shook his head helplessly. "Are you angry?"

"Hmph!" She pouted, turning her head away with a touch of personality. "My hands are so sore, and my mouth hurts too!" She explained her transgression, hoping Han Xue would realize her mistake and quickly submit to the consequences.

He kissed her beautifully shaped earlobe. "I can never get enough of you."

Han Zhan's sweet words pleased Han Xue. "Sweet talk! After knowing you for so many years, I always thought you were quiet and reserved, like a block of wood. I never imagined I'd misjudged you." Han Xue gently pushed the man's forehead against her shoulder with her delicate

fingers. "These are my true feelings," he said, catching her escaping hand and lightly kissing it, gazing deeply into her eyes. "And I'll only say this to you in this lifetime."

Han Xue smiled sweetly. "Okay," she said, glancing at the curtain hanging by the small room door. "I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?" She felt like she could eat a whole cow right now.

"You must be hungry. You've been asleep for a whole day and night." Han Zhan released Han Xue, wiping the white fluid from his legs with his outer garment, then got out of bed and put on his trousers.

"A whole day and night? That long?" Han Xue was startled, immediately realizing a crucial question: who had drugged her? No one was present when she was given the Chinese medicine, and Han Zhan was her personal protector—everyone knew that. She would have asked Han Zhan for help when she was given the medicine, so what was the person who drugged her?

"You've been sleeping the whole time, so I didn't dare leave. There's not much to eat in this little house; we need to go back to the city." He turned and grabbed the cloak he'd brought to wrap Han Xue on the bed.

"We can't stay at the previous inn. Let's find a quiet inn and see how things go."

"The person who drugged her?" Han Zhan thought of the person who had the audacity to drug Han Xue right under his nose.

"We're inseparable; everyone knows that. The person who drugged her is probably a stranger." Her hands automatically wrapped around Han Zhan's neck as he picked her up. "Let's observe for now before we figure out their background. I'm tired and hungry, and I don't have the energy to deal with this old bastard."

He carefully straightened Han Xue's robes, pulled up the hood of her cloak to cover her beautiful face, and waved his hand towards the fire, extinguishing it instantly, plunging the room into darkness. Han Zhan draped his outer garment over his shoulder, picked up Han Xue, and carried her outside. "You should sleep for a bit. We'll be back in the city soon. I'll wake you when we get there."

"Okay, I want to take a bath when we get to the inn." She gave a delicate yawn, nestled comfortably in Han Zhan's arms, and closed her eyes to rest.

"Okay, I'll wake you when we get there." Patting her back with one hand, Han Zhan used his lightness skill to glide smoothly into the city under the moonlight.

Chapter 6 The Inn

Han Zhan, using ten levels of his internal energy, easily leaped over the city wall, flew to the west of the city, found a clean inn, and asked for a superior room. He then carried Han Xue into the room, gently placing her on the bed and covering her with a brocade quilt. He then went to the window, opened it, tossed a signal flare into the air, and gently closed the window.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. Han Zhan opened the door, and the visitor was none other than Wang Zhengyi, one of the Twelve Guards who had lagged behind them by a day. When Han Xue went out, besides him accompanying her, there were twelve other guards who followed them a day later—a rule Han Xue always maintained to prevent them from being wiped out in case of an accident.

"Lord Han," Wang Zhengyi bowed respectfully to Han Zhan, and asked softly, "I've been guarding the city all day, and haven't dared to leave without seeing the signal to leave. Is Miss alright?"

"I'm fine." Han Zhan walked out of the room, turned around, and gently closed the door. The two stood outside the door and began to talk quietly. "The other day, someone in the city drugged Miss. I took her out of the city for a day, and she's asleep now."

Wang Zhengyi was startled: "Is Miss alright?" If anything happened to this little darling, he wouldn't have enough heads to lose.

"The drug has taken effect. I need to go out for a bit to get some medicine." Han Zhan glanced at the room. "Where are the others?"

"Downstairs." "

Two guard the lobby, two at the stairwell, two each in front of the room and under the window. The rest, go and find out who led the group to break into the private room in the backyard of the Fu Gui Inn the night before last. Investigate that person's background."

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." After watching Wang Zhengyi go downstairs, Han Zhan turned back to his room, gently closing the door so as not to disturb his sleeping sweetheart.

He came to the bedside and saw the girl on the bed with her big eyes wide open, and smiled indulgently. "Why are you awake?"

"I woke up because I was hungry." She turned to look at him, smiling and beckoning to him.

"I've already told the waiter to prepare hot water and food." He took her small hand and kissed it lightly. "I'll be going out for a while. Zhengyi, keep watch outside."

"Have they arrived?"

"They arrived a long time ago. They've been waiting for us in the city all day." A large hand stroked her slightly haggard face, his eyes full of heartache.

She snuggled comfortably against his large hand. "Let them catch whoever drugged me and throw them into Hanchun Tower so Yanniang can deal with them."

"Okay!"

"Don't go get any random medicine." The two had been inseparable for over ten years and knew each other very well. She owned the largest brothel in the country, and the brothel had the best medicine for treating private parts made by Han Qi. Now that she was feeling unwell and he was leaving, he would definitely go to get the medicine. However, if she went to get the medicine, Yanniang would definitely find out. Just thinking about Yanniang's shrewdness and difficulty gave her a headache. Han Xue stared intently at Han Zhan with wide eyes. If he dared to shake his head, she would make him pay.

Han Zhan's cold lips curled into a smile, illuminating his entire face. "Okay!"

"What if Yanniang asks?" Knowing that he would still go to get the medicine, Han Xue frowned with worry.

"She wouldn't dare." He reached out and smoothed her high eyebrows, gently placing a kiss on her forehead.

“But she’ll definitely bother me.” He gritted his teeth, annoyed, as he picked up their clasped hands.

“She has things to worry about,” he patted her head, which she was gnawing on enthusiastically. “Don’t worry, I won’t let her bother you.”

“You have a plan?” She glanced at him.

“The person who drugged me the night before last.” She was too worried to think otherwise; otherwise, she wouldn’t have overlooked the fact that there was still a perfect toy for Yan Niang to play with for a few days.

“Oh, right.” Han Xue smiled, wrapped her arms around Han Zhan’s neck, and planted a rewarding kiss on his lips. Han Zhan, however, wasn’t going to let her off so easily. He pressed his large hand against the back of her neck, pulling her towards him, and his thick tongue entered her mouth, sliding and chasing her resisting tongue. The two of them dodged and chased each other, and too much clear liquid slid from the corners of their mouths, down their chins, and onto their clothes. The pushing motion, combined with Han Xue’s side-lying position, caused her robes to slip open, revealing her fair and smooth shoulders and perfectly shaped collarbones.

A warm, wet kiss followed the trail of saliva, nibbling and licking the perfect collarbone. One hand slipped inside the shirt, caressing a soft spot and kneading it with a touch of pressure. Their breaths grew heavier, and Han Zhan pressed their clasped hands above Han Xue's head. He ripped open the already disheveled shirt and kissed the neglected breast, gently nibbling at the soft flesh. Reaching the peak, his tongue curled, sucking the shy little nipple into his mouth with force.

"Ah...mmm..." Han Xue couldn't help but tilt her head back and thrust her chest forward, offering more of her breast into Han Zhan's mouth. But the excessive suction made her nipple sting slightly, causing her to moan and beg for mercy, "Zhan...mmm...don't..."

She spat out the pampered nipple, its bright red color gleaming alluringly, causing his groin to harden. "Oh..." Han Zhan groaned in defeat; he truly had no resistance to her. His head sank weakly into Sai Xue's soft shoulders and neck, breathing heavily against her delicate earlobe. Han Zhan growled through gritted teeth, "You little vixen, don't you dare seduce me again until your little hole is healed."

His hot, hard rod pressed against her thigh. "Does it hurt?"

"If you keep doing this, I'll die in your hands sooner or later." He exerted more force, biting her tender shoulder as he breathed out.

"Ah..." Han Xue cried out in surprise, a tingling pain shooting through her shoulder. "You little dog, biting me!

" "If you keep yelling like that, I'm afraid I won't just bite you." Han Zhan shook his head helplessly. This young lady owned the largest brothel in Biluo, yet she was incredibly innocent. She didn't know how stimulating a woman's moans were to a man, especially when he had already turned into a wolf.

"Is it really uncomfortable?" She cupped the large head buried in her shoulders, her eyes filled with the man's bloodshot eyes. "Your eyes are red?"

"My thing down there is even redder," Han Zhan said irritably. If this continued, he would surely die from unsatisfied desire. "What are you doing?"

Feeling a small hand undoing his belt, Han Zhan glared at her in surprise.

"Helping you!" Han Xue felt a little aggrieved by his glare.

"Aren't you afraid your hands will get tired?" She wondered who had taken their anger out on his clothes earlier because of this.

"Yes, can we not use our hands?" Han Xue negotiated with him.

"Sure, I'll use my mouth!" Han Zhan deftly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and his engorged penis sprang out. The purplish-red penis seemed even thicker than before, with prominent veins bulging and knotted on it, looking ferocious and terrifying.

"So big!" Han Xue looked at the thick penis with some difficulty, a little troubled, unsure how to help him with her mouth.

Han Zhan could tell what she was thinking from her expression, and he couldn't help but feel both amused and annoyed. He

kissed her little mouth and said irritably, "Don't worry, if you're willing, I'd be reluctant." He brought her soft, white legs together with his large hand and pressed on the acupoints on her waist. "What are you doing?" He kept pressing her acupoints, you bad man.

"Weren't you going to help me?" Han Zhan slowly slid his thick, long penis between her closed legs, feeling the delicate envelopment and the teasing of the two tender flesh on her vulva. It felt so good.

"Mmm~~" Han Xue groaned, her brows furrowed, her face flushed.

"What's wrong?" He kissed her little mouth, his waist movements not stopping, slowly rising and falling, enjoying the sweet torment.

"It's a little itchy," the friction of the iron rod pulled on her labia and rubbed against her clitoris, making her tremble.

Han Zhan's dark eyes narrowed, and he rubbed the iron rod even higher, thrusting in and out quickly. "How about this?"

"Ah...no...um...ah...ha..." Seeing Han Xue panting from the stimulation, Han Zhan thrust even more violently. Although he couldn't penetrate her vagina, the embrace of her thighs and buttocks still brought him ecstatic pleasure. Especially when he saw that the person beneath him was also aroused, he became even more lustful. He released Han Xue's pressure points, half-lifted her up, pressed her two large hands against her two crystal-clear jade legs, pressed them together, and began to thrust violently against himself. He also maliciously reminded Han Xue, "The guards are outside the door." "There's one under the windowsill too, remember not to make a sound, or they'll hear you."

Han Xue suppressed the moan that was about to escape her lips. The tingling pleasure from the constant friction on her labia and clitoris caused her vagina to contract intensely, and her love juices flowed out. When the ultimate pleasure came, she could only bite the man's shoulder and back to stop the moan from escaping her lips. It wasn't until the third time she bit the man's shoulder and back that Han Zhan let out a muffled groan, pressing his tender buttocks against her. His thick, long penis penetrated her buttocks, and thick white fluid spurted onto the bed curtains and pillows.

"I'm going to die." Han Xue murmured sadly, which made the man chuckle.

"I'm so tired, so hungry." She raised her limp hand and hit him. "I want to take a bath, I want to eat." But her eyelids wouldn't close, and even her protest was muffled. Fortunately, Han Zhan was skilled enough to hear what she was mumbling.

With one hand, he pulled away the soiled pillow, using it to wipe the white liquid off the bed curtains before throwing it under the bed to destroy the evidence. He pulled the brocade quilt over the exhausted little one, gently placed her on the bed, and kissed her still flushed face. He quickly got out of bed, tidied his clothes, and pulled down the bed curtains to cover his sleeping lover. He quietly opened the door, carefully giving a few instructions to the guards outside, and quickly turned and left. With a few leaps, he entered the backyard of Hanchun Tower, skillfully turning into a boudoir. He opened the wardrobe door, first taking out a piece of brocade cloth and placing it on the round table in the room, then taking out several sets of women's clothing, even the women's undergarments and underpants. He went into the inner room to look for his shoes and socks. When he came out, a beautiful woman in red was sitting at the round table. The woman was fanning herself with a round fan and glancing at him with a smile. "I thought my Han Chun Lou had been robbed. I didn't expect it to be an old friend visiting." Han Zhan quickly rummaged through the drawers and cabinets, searching for the woman's belongings. When Han Zhan pulled out a medicine bottle from the cabinet, the woman's smile froze, but then she smiled even sweeter. "What? Finally figured it out and decided to make a move on her?"

Han Zhan finally gave her a condescending glance. "The night before last, at the Fu Gui Inn, someone drugged her."

The woman jumped up in shock. "She was succeeded?"

"She's fine." He quickly packed his clothes and medicine, picked up his things, and turned to the next room.

"Phew~~~ That scared me to death." The woman patted her chest and followed him into the next room.

Seeing Han Zhan open the medicine cabinet and take out all the medicine, the woman's face darkened. "She's injured?"

"Flesh and skin," it was indeed flesh and skin, but the location was a bit hidden.

"Then why are you carrying so much medicine?" Is it fun to scare her?

"Just in case."

"That's true." Given Han Zhan's anxiety for Han Xue, it's understandable that he didn't bring the medicine shop with him when he was injured.

"Justice will find the person and bring them over. Just take care of them then." He quickly packed his clothes and all the medicines, picked up two bundles, and prepared to leave.

"No need to show mercy?" He still doesn't know who they are.

"No need, I'd rather be dead." Wow, so ruthless.

She blocked his way. "One last question, where are you going?" This man is very cunning. Except for Xiao Xue'er, who can subdue him, he acts like he's about to die with everyone else. But she doesn't dare to provoke him. She heard that this man's kung fu is unmatched in the world. He can injure people without them with a wave of his hand.

"The capital, that person called her to say something." He walked past her, turned out of the room, and returned to the inn's entrance in a few leaps.

Chapter 7 He

nodded to the few people left behind in the hall, quickly leaped upstairs, and arrived at the door just in time to see the guards stopping the waiter. The two guards, seeing him, clasped their hands in a salute: "Sir!"

"Hmm." Glancing at the steaming bucket of water at the waiter's feet and the congee and side dishes in his hand, he gently pushed open the door, gesturing for the waiter to take the things inside, adding a reminder: "Keep your voice down, and be quick."

"Yes," the waiter bowed and replied.

Han Zhan went straight into the inner room, closed the door, put down his bundle, and walked to the bedside, lifting and hanging the bed curtains. The person on the bed was still the same as when he left, even their sleeping posture hadn't changed. Hearing the door close in the outer room, Han Zhan picked her up, blanket and all, and opened the door to the cubicle with his foot. He led her to the large bathtub separated by a screen, first testing the water temperature with one hand before carefully removing the blankets and robes from Han Xue and tossing them aside. He then gently placed her in the hot water. Han Xue groaned softly as she entered the water but didn't wake up; she was truly exhausted.

Han Zhan carefully held her with one arm, ignoring the fact that one sleeve of his robe was completely soaked. With the other hand, he took out the medicine he had previously placed in his pocket, poured a few pills into the water, and watched them dissolve rapidly. He then gently patted her rosy cheeks to wake her.

Seeing her sleepy, half-closed eyes and fluttering eyelashes, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Eat something before you sleep. Weren't you saying you were hungry earlier?"

Han Xue leaned closer to him. "I don't have the strength anymore. Feed me." Her voice was low and hoarse from sleep.

Han Zhan shook his head indulgently, channeling his inner strength to pull the bowl of porridge on the table towards him from a distance. His martial arts skills were unfathomable; he had never aspired to dominate the martial world, only to stand behind her and cherish her for life. At this moment, he was quite grateful for his past diligent training, which had made him so powerful. Otherwise, how would he have reached that bowl of porridge while holding her so far away?

He held the bowl with the hand that was holding her, scooped up some porridge, and tested the temperature with his lips. "Open your mouth." He watched as she closed her eyes and took the porridge before scooping up a second spoonful. Soon, the bowl was empty.

"Sit still, I'll help you cleanse yourself." Han Xue obediently adjusted her position, leaning halfway against the bathtub. She could hear the soft rustling of fabric beside her ear. Soon, the tub vibrated, and the water rippled. She opened her eyes and saw the man's erection submerged in the water. Rolling her eyes inwardly, she nestled comfortably into his arms, finding a comfortable position to close her eyes and rest. She knew very well that in her current state, even if the man was about to explode, he wouldn't touch her.

"Tired?" The fair skin and sweet fragrance of her body in his arms aroused him again. His hands gently caressed every inch of her skin, carefully washing it. The softness made his throat tighten and his mouth dry. He helped her sit up against him, and his large hands finally covered her delicate, fair breasts. The kneading and caressing were filled with intense lust. The heat and nibbling on her neck forced Han Xue to open her eyes. Okay, she admitted she had misjudged him this time. Once this man was aroused, he would remain aroused. She shouldn't have overestimated him.

Calloused fingers grasped and kneaded her breasts incessantly, occasionally tugging at the pink nipples with her index and thumb, pulling and twisting them. "Aren't you tired?" A low, husky female voice asked, slightly panting.

"Not tired!" He thrust his lower body forward, pressing against her buttocks to prove he was energetic.

"My injury hasn't healed yet." She sighed softly.

"We used Snow Dew before, but this water contains—Spring Full of Dew." Spring Full of Dew, Han Qi's prized creation, was specifically for external injuries. No matter how deep the cut, just a little bit would heal the wound quickly, restoring the skin in less than an hour. And she had been soaking in the water for half an hour, and he had even added a few extra.

"You planned this all along," she glared at him.

Han Zhan's smile was unusually wicked, yet his eyes were full of tenderness: "I want you." He kissed her lips hastily, his rough tongue swirling around her soft, fragrant tongue. His large hands released her breasts, turning her to face him for a better kiss. One hand stroked her back, the other slipped between her legs, using two fingers to part her tender flesh, gently pressing the inner walls with a finger. "Does it still hurt?" His lips moved to her jade-like earlobe, teasing and licking, then nibbling at the skin behind her ear, eliciting a slight tremor from Han Xue. He chuckled silently.

She could clearly feel his fingers roaming inside her, but felt no pain. "When we get home, remember to remind me to have Han Qi go into seclusion to make medicine," Han Xue said, a little annoyed.

"Hehe~~~" Han Xue had always been well-protected, never even suffering a minor injury, and had never known the miraculous effects of Han Qi's medicine. Now that she had seen it, she certainly wouldn't let that idle man go. It was easy to imagine that Han Qi's future days would be filled with hardship.

A warm, wet kiss traced the graceful curves of her neck, lingering at her collarbone before gently biting and tugging at her white breasts.

"Ah~~~, little puppy, um… be gentle…" With one hand on Han Zhan's shoulder and the other stroking her head buried against his chest, Han Xue thrust her breasts forward, offering her softness even more into his mouth.

His tongue curled around one of her nipples, sucking, and two fingers, which had been probing her vulva, now protruded, the noticeable stretching causing Han Xue to cry out. Startled, Han Zhan paused, his movements halting. "Does it hurt?" His lower body clamored for release, but he couldn't hurt her. If she couldn't handle it, he might have to jump into a well to cool off.

"It's a little uncomfortable," Han Xue lowered herself, grasping his fingers still inside her. "Don't move, let me try myself," she said, panting softly, as she gripped Han Zhan's wrist, slowly pulling his fingers in and out of her. The lewd scene ignited Han Zhan's lust, but he could only suppress the fire in his lower abdomen with deep breaths. After a few thrusts, feeling a bit more comfortable, she said, "Try one more." Han Zhan obediently inserted three fingers into her vagina, following the force of her hand. He felt the tightness of her vagina, but it wasn't difficult to move them in and out. After a few slow thrusts, Han Xue released his wrist, lowered her head, and mimicked his licking of her, sucking on Han Zhan's earlobe. "Faster," she said. Han Zhan, breathing heavily, tilted his head back slightly, cooperating with Han Xue's licking and kissing, while quickly thrusting three fingers in and out of her vagina. As the tingling sensation from her body intensified, Han Xue also became excited. Her delicate tongue licked the brown neck, reaching the man's throat. Watching the man's throat tremble, she stuck out her tongue and licked the fruit in his throat. Feeling the man's tense swallowing, she made the fruit roll up and down. She smiled mischievously, opened her mouth, and held it in her teeth. Hearing a low groan from the man, she took two more bites of the fruit.

"Xue'er..." Han Zhan groaned pleadingly. He was a normal man and couldn't bear his lover's teasing.

Hearing the man's pitiful voice, Han Xue decided to let him go. She reached out and pushed away his hand that was inside her, spread her legs and knelt on either side of him. She reached out and touched his thick penis, pressing it against her vagina. Just as she was about to sit down, the man supported her waist and lifted her up, pulling her away from his hot, thick penis.

"No, huff..." Han Zhan gasped for breath, frowning and shaking his head at her. "Don't be reckless, you'll hurt yourself."

Han Xue gave the man in front of her, whose face was contorted in pain, a beautiful smile. His penis was swollen and dark purple, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. Yet he still rationally considered her feelings. How could she not be moved? She gently pushed him against the bathtub, saying softly, "Don't move, I'll go slowly. If it hurts, I'll stop, okay?"

Han Zhan, panting heavily, straightened her position, his large hands firmly holding her waist so he could intervene if she felt unwell. Han Xue placed one hand on his chest and the other on his swollen, dark purple penis, slowly lowering herself down.

Feeling the glans being surrounded by her vagina, "Oh... um..." Han Zhan groaned loudly, his breathing becoming heavier as he slowly sank down.

The next moment, a guard knocked on the door: "My lord? Are you alright?" The door wasn't bolted and opened easily.

The sound of the door opening startled Han Xue, causing her lower body to clench tightly, eliciting a gasp and a cry of pain from Han Zhan. "Oh~~~ Don't clench, Xue'er," Han Zhan couldn't help but pat Han Xue's buttocks, "Relax, I'm going to break you."

The man's heavy breathing, the ambiguous words, and the splashing water froze Wang Zhengyi, who was peeking in to check. "

Didn't you lock the door?" A soft, panting female voice came from behind the screen, making Wang Zhengyi shudder. The screen reflected two figures leaning against each other in an ambiguous position.

"Get out—" A furious roar, accompanied by a powerful gust of air, flung Wang Zhengyi out of the door. The table in the hall moved without wind, blocking the closed door. The sound of someone stumbling away came from outside; the loudness revealed the person's panic.

Han Xue paused, then chuckled. Han Zhan, his face dark, looked at her helplessly. "You can still laugh?" He glanced at their intertwined lower bodies in the water; his penis was still lodged inside her.

Hanxue, panting and laughing, stroked his stinky face, unable to stop. "But, but...it's really...funny...hehe..."

He angrily sealed her laughing mouth, gently biting and sucking her struggling tongue, while his other hand moved to their intertwined area, pressing lightly against her inner thighs.

Hanxue tenderly accepted his resentful kiss; although her tongue stung a little, her heart was filled with sweet ripples. She slowly slid down against his body, her lower body slowly swallowing his huge member, stimulating him to groan, yet he still wouldn't let go of her mouth. It went

deeper and deeper, causing Hanxue to gasp and let out a soft moan.

The man nervously released her lips. "Does it hurt?" he asked, about to lift her up.

"No," Hanxue shook her head, "It's just so full, it's a little uncomfortable." Looking down at the half-exposed member, she couldn't help but complain, "Why did it have to be so big? It's making it hard for me to sit down."

Han Zhan laughed gleefully, "Baby, this isn't something I can decide."

"What should we do now?" We can't let her squat like this forever; it's tiring.

"Leave it to me," she said, pulling her beautiful body close to her chest, their breasts touching. She stroked her slender waist, lifting and pressing down, making slow, rhythmic piston-like movements. Their breasts rubbed against each other with the up-and-down motion, making Hanxue feel warm and sweet.

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