CH 232

Chapter 232 Picking Flowers and Speaking Sweetly (Part 2)

Lin Wanrong swiftly lifted the young girl sideways, causing her to let out a startled cry. She clamped her legs tightly, her hands covering her lap, her cheeks as red as if they were on fire. Her body was covered in droplets of water, instantly soaking both of them. The girl's soft, boneless body was pressed tightly against him, her beautiful face against his chest, her delicate body trembling slightly. Her smooth skin was as clear as jade, casting a tempting pink hue.

Lin Wanrong smiled slightly, took a neatly folded towel from beside him, and gently wrapped her exquisite body in it.

"Big brother—" the girl, Qiaoqiao, exclaimed in surprise, "Don't you want me?"

"Silly girl," Lin Wanrong gently teased her nose and laughed, "Of course I do. But you are my treasure, how could I treat you like this?"

He took the pink dress that Luo Ning had prepared for Qiaoqiao, draped the robe over her fragrant shoulders, and whispered a few words in her ear.

Qiaoqiao bit her lip tightly, her face flushed pink, tears shimmering in her eyes. She suddenly threw herself into his arms and said, "Big brother, you are so good to me."

Shame, shame, this girl was too easy to coax. Lin Wanrong despised himself a bit.

Following his instructions, Qiaoqiao moved lightly, her face flushed with embarrassment. She took out two large red candles from the wardrobe and handed them to him. Lin Wanrong gently lit the red candles, and the faint red light reflected on Qiaoqiao's charming face.

Lin Wanrong pulled Qiaoqiao to kneel in front of the candles. He loudly declared, "I, Lin Wanrong, swear to the heavens that in this life and the next, I will treat Qiaoqiao well, love and cherish her. If I break this oath, may I be struck by lightning and never have peace—"

Qiaoqiao quickly covered his mouth and softly said, "Big brother, don't make such vows. No matter how you treat Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao will have no regrets."

The two of them bowed to the red candles twice, then bowed to each other once, thus completing the ceremony. Qiaoqiao was both shy and happy. Although the ceremony was simple, it was witnessed by heaven and earth, and she now belonged to him in this life. She had originally planned to give herself to him tonight, but he turned out to be so considerate and serious. She was even able to complete the ceremony before Xiao Qingxuan, which made her overjoyed. With these three bows, even death would be worth it.

Lin Wanrong pecked her lips and gently said, "Little treasure, today's events were a bit rushed, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Once we find Qingxuan, I will formally marry you both."

Qiaoqiao nestled in his arms and shyly said, "Big brother, you treat me with such deep affection, Qiaoqiao is willing to serve you for all eternity."

Lin Wanrong's hands slipped into the open bath towel, gently stroking her smooth back. Her tender body, which had just been bathed, carried a faint fragrance of flower petals, which was refreshing.

Qiaoqiao blushed, her cherry lips slightly parted. A scent like orchids wafted into Lin Wanrong's nose, further igniting his desire. His hands, with a bit of strength, slid down her soft waist, and with a grasp, he held Qiaoqiao's fragrant buttocks.

"Oh—" Qiaoqiao let out a soft cry, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her neat white teeth biting her red lips, panting lightly, the scent of lotus flowers gently exhaled. A faint blush appeared on her face, her eyes were like silk, half-open and half-closed, and a strong sense of spring spread throughout her body. She felt the mischievous hand gently kneading her buttocks, the hot sensation penetrating her skin and entering her body. Qiaoqiao's body felt as if it was on fire, her slender waist, just enough to hold, unconsciously swaying gently. She let out an unconscious moan from her mouth, as if struggling, but more like teasing.

After the two of them had paid their respects to heaven and earth, they were truly husband and wife. Lin Wanrong had no more reservations, one hand stroking her buttock, the other hand coming back, with two fingers lifting Qiaoqiao's beautiful chin.

Qiaoqiao raised her cheek, feeling his fiery gaze, her face flushing in waves, her cherry-like mouth opening and closing slightly, as if expressing the discomfort in her heart. Faced with such a beautiful scene, Lin Wanrong could no longer bear it, he lowered his head abruptly and kissed her red and sweet lips.

The girl's mouth carried a faint fragrance of sesame flowers, like tempting pastries. Lin Wanrong greedily sucked her petal-like tender lips, feeling soft and slippery. He was already an expert in this, prying open her closed teeth, gently sucking her timid little tongue, a few strands of sweet and light fragrance, bit by bit, seeping into his heart.

He used his single palm to squeeze her soft buttocks tightly together. Qiaoqiao let out a light "uh" from her mouth, her slender neck raised high, desperately sucking his tongue, the hot breath from her nose hitting his face, her body becoming even hotter. She had already forgotten to struggle, her slender arms tightly hugging his body, immersed in the joy of male and female pleasure.

"Little darling, after paying respects to heaven and earth, what should we do next?" Lin Wanrong pressed Qiaoqiao's body tightly against his chest, sticking out his tongue and blowing a breath on her hot earlobe. Qiaoqiao let out a sound, as if an electric current had passed through her body, her body numb and tingly, she was so stiff that she couldn't speak.

"Big brother," Qiaoqiao controlled herself with great willpower, not daring to look at him, and whispered, "Sister Ning is still downstairs."

What a good sister, even thinking of her during their wedding night. Lin Wanrong chuckled, teasing her ear: "Or, call her up, and we can have our wedding night together?"

Qiaoqiao let out a surprised cry, her crystal clear little hand covering her blushing face in shame: "Big brother, you're so bad, who wants to have a wedding night with you—" When she said the words "wedding night", she was already weak all over, her voice trembling slightly, she turned around and disappeared into the inner room.

Such an obvious lead, if Lin Wanrong still couldn't see it, he would be wasting his time. He chuckled a few times, lifted the curtain and entered the room, calling out softly, "Darling, I'm here—"

The inner room was a place specially prepared by Qiaoqiao for Lin Wanrong, but he rarely stayed there. When Luo Ning came here, this was Qiaoqiao's boudoir, and also the most private space between her and her big brother. Tonight, it would witness the most important moment of her life.

Lin Wanrong hummed a tune as he entered the room, a fragrance as rich as musk and as delicate as orchids gently wafted into his nostrils. This scent was fresh and elegant, carrying a faint fragrance that emanated from a young girl after her bath, causing him to involuntarily take a few sniffs, and his passion rose a few degrees. A wisp of sandalwood slowly rose, the smoke curling, adding a touch of charm to the elegance.

The pink silk curtains gently fell, rendering the exquisite bed tranquil and cozy. The silk bedding on the pink bed was clean and fresh, spotless. A pretty figure had already burrowed into the silk quilt, her bosom heaving rapidly due to nervousness, causing the soft fabric of the quilt to bulge, even the shape of her breasts was clearly visible.

The young girl's legs were tensely slightly arched, propping up the silk quilt a bit, revealing a hint of spring light, her pair of slender feet bare and exposed, as charming as white jade. She had already covered her cheeks with the quilt out of embarrassment, her hair like a cloud piled on the jade pillow, her white jade-like hand tightly gripping the edge of the quilt, half of her buttocks exposed, as shiny as jade.

From the soft satin shape on the exquisite bed, one could imagine how soft and curvaceous her devilish figure was. The pink curtains, brocade quilts, and the undulating waves under the satin, this was the best aphrodisiac. Lin Wanrong swallowed hard, gently pulled open the quilt, and softly said, "Little darling, I'm here——"

"Big brother——" She let out a soft cry, quickly closed her eyes, her hands tightly covering her legs, her body trembling, presenting her most perfect naked body in front of him.

The little beauty in front of him, her face like powder, her jade body laid out, her body whiter than snow, countless beautiful landscapes, her trembling jade peaks proudly erect, the buds on the top of the peaks were bright red and charming, shining with a tempting luster, breathtaking. Her two pink and greasy slender jade legs were tightly wrapped, covering the last trace of spring light. Her smooth skin was white with a hint of red, and there was a faint fragrance on her body, extremely charming and tempting.

This was her own boudoir, and also the love nest between her and her big brother. Feeling the fiery invasive gaze of her big brother, she breathed rapidly, the blush on her face becoming even more gorgeous.

Lin Wanrong's breath was rapid, his hands gently stroking her long and round firm legs, slowly moving towards the inside of her thighs. The feeling of smooth and delicate jade instantly spread throughout his heart, carrying a strong fragrance, intoxicating.

"Ah, big brother——" Her beautiful eyes half-closed, feeling his hot hand pressing on her own, about to break through the last line of defense, she tightly held the pair of mandarin duck pillows, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, she couldn't help but let out a soft cry, making a soul-stirring moan, her wonderful body unconsciously moving. It was as if she had jumped into a pile of fire, her body burning hot, a stream of clear spring flowing down, moistening her legs.

Lin Wanrong kissed her bright little lips, lingering on her full breasts for a while, gently squeezing, letting the nipple change shape in his hand, dyeing a beautiful color.

Qiaoqiao's delicate body trembled, her beautiful eyes almost spouting fire. Her body gently arched, tightly matching her big brother's movements. Her mouth gasped continuously, the burning passion had long made her abandon all restraint.

"Big brother—" Qiaoqiao exclaimed in surprise, but it was her big brother who turned her over with his hands, her back facing him. His devilish hands kneaded and twisted on her soft and delicate buttocks.

Such a pure woman, who had never been played with in such a way, Qiaoqiao's face was like it was on fire. She lay weakly on the bed like mud, Lin Wanrong closely attached to her buttocks, holding her in his chest and said, "Darling, I'm coming—"

With a gentle thrust, the hot meat spear had already penetrated this weak woman's body. A bright little flower bloomed on the white silk scarf.

Qiaoqiao let out a light hum, her face was both painful and happy. Her back tightly pressed against her Big brother's chest, she proudly cried, "Big brother, Qiaoqiao will always be yours!"