Chapter 119: Climbing the Wall (1)
When Sun Jiaojiao returned to the residence, she was originally tired and fatigued. She dismissed the servants, preparing to take a short nap.
Unexpectedly, just as she finished taking off her clothes, that little shota, Xiao Si, snuck into the room, acting all sneaky.
Sun Jiaojiao glanced guiltily out the window, gave him a coquettish smack, and scolded, "You little brat, what are you doing running into my room?"
Xiao Si giggled. "I was afraid Young Miss would be too hot to sleep, so I came to fan you."
Sun Jiaojiao didn't believe such nonsense. "Do I not have maidservants? You need to fan me?"
"Hehe, is Young Miss afraid of the dark? I'll keep Young Miss company in bed."
"It's broad daylight. What darkness am I afraid of?"
"Young Miss..." Xiao Si didn't care. His long legs strode forward, and he sat on Sun Jiaojiao's bed. He intentionally or unintentionally fiddled with the hem of his pants and said, "It's been so many days since you let us accompany you in bed. Is it because Young Miss has His Highness the Crown Prince now, and doesn't want us anymore?"
"Sigh..." Sun Jiaojiao's gaze happened to land on Xiao Si's crotch. She couldn't help but fantasize about that big treasure she hadn't tasted in so many days. She started to feel restless. Her heart itched, and her lower body itched too.
"Young Miss... my skills are really good... You really won't try?"
Xiao Si could see that Sun Jiaojiao was a bit tempted. He deliberately lowered his head next to Sun Jiaojiao's curved neck, constantly rubbing against her ear, tempting her.
"Young Miss, an hour of spring night is worth a thousand gold..."
"Young Miss, 'to die under a peony flower, one is a romantic ghost'..."
Sun Jiaojiao's chest began to heave. Her pair of large, white rabbits were bursting out, their high peaks pressing right against Xiao Si's hot chest. The two were like dry firewood and a raging fire; with just a small spark, they could ignite at any moment.
This kid...
The two little figures in Sun Jiaojiao's mind had a fight. Finally, reason was brutally beaten down by lust, allowing lust to take the upper hand.
"You brat, who taught you these 'crooked' poems?" Sun Jiaojiao chided him coquettishly, her hand impassively reaching into his trousers.
The moment her hand touched the giant rod that was already beginning to awaken and stand at attention, she felt an involuntary, slutty itch, making her clamp her legs shut.
"Does Young Miss like it?" Xiao Si saw her groping and giggled. He impolitely reached his hand in to rub Sun Jiaojiao's tits, pressing her whole body onto the bed and kneading her. His strength was full, not at all "cherishing the flower." "It's been a few days since I rubbed Young Miss's tits. Have they gotten smaller..."
Sun Jiaojiao was being rubbed until she felt amazing. Her legs couldn't help but wrap around his waist, clamping it tightly. Her legs also rubbed up and down against his strong abs. Even though there were clothes between them, she could feel infinite pleasure.
"Which Fifth Brother?" There was someone in the residence who could recite poetry? Why didn't she have any impression?
"Brother Xiao Wu..." Xiao Si replied, not forgetting to work hard to grope the Young Miss's chest bigger.
Sun Jiaojiao hadn't seen much of the fourteen Dark Guards and couldn't tell them apart. She had only scanned them a couple of times. Anyway, they were all handsome guys.
She was being rubbed until her face was flushed, and she couldn't help but let out short "ah... ah..." sounds. She pinched Xiao Si's arm and said, "You brat, rub lighter..."
"Alright, rub lighter~"
Xiao Si giggled. The strength in his hands didn't lessen. Instead, it increased by a fraction, rubbing Sun Jiaojiao until she was ecstatic, her little heart almost being rubbed out of her chest.
"Ah..."
Sun Jiaojiao's lewd cries pierced through the entire Minister's Residence, nearly startling the Eighth Prince, who had just climbed onto the wall, into falling off.
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