diskusbooks Chapter 232 Have you learned it?
Chapter 232 Have you learned it?
They were released.
Fire scene
The fire was not extinguished until dusk.
Doctor Han and Han Yuxiu not only had to save the people of Jiu'an Prefecture, but also the civilians who were affected by the disaster.
Many doctors also joined this group.
Many people were fighting the fire, and their hands were covered in shiny blisters from the burns.
Some even had their feet broken or their hands broken by the roof beams.
Or their faces were burned and disfigured, keeping them so busy they barely had time to put their feet on the ground.
Wu Ziyan was lying in a tidying-up tent, and Fang Yuerong, who had twisted her ankle, was also lying inside.
Sima Lingchuan regained consciousness shortly after being rescued, and the kind-hearted man is now helping out outside.
Chu Qiu and Changsun Boyou were the same; since they were already there...
Their main responsibility was to keep watch and see if any of Wu Chengye's or the Prime Minister's men had infiltrated the group to cause trouble.
"Boss, how much money did you pay them? Are they willing to risk their lives for you?"
"Where would I get money? Haven't I given you my heart and soul?"
She turned to look at Fang Yuerong, who propped herself up to sit up; her feet were already in braces.
He was only a step away from Wu Ziyan, and despite the pain in his feet, he got off the bed.
She limped to Wu Ziyan's bedside and subconsciously moved to the side.
She didn't know why she was still a little intimidated by him; perhaps he was too proactive and direct, without much build-up.
"Master, why would you risk your own life to save me? This makes it very difficult for me to repay your debt."
"After all, your lives are in jeopardy with mine."
She was telling the truth, but he thought she was flirting.
Fang Yuerong closed her eyes, and her lips were covered by Wu Ziyan's without warning.
As before, the brain hasn't even reacted yet.
It felt like my lips were soft, and they even had a smoky flavor.
She didn't respond. Fang Yuerong opened her eyes and looked at her, but her eyes and expression were blank.
He tapped her nose: "It seems you really did save me with your breath, that's the feeling I just felt."
"So what are you suspecting?"
"What if someone else kissed me? I've only ever kissed my boss!"
Wu Ziyan had nothing to say, as Fang Yuerong seemed to still have some lingering interest.
This is a tent made of just a single layer of cloth. If someone comes in and sees this, how can he possibly explain himself?
But Yue'er is very cunning; she's keeping watch outside, and just now she even peeked through a crack.
He clenched his fists tightly when they kissed; it's so exciting to be a first-hand observer!
[Yes, that's right, young master. This way you can move into Jiu'an Prefecture sooner and no longer suffer from the oppression of your family!]
"Yuerong, why don't you go back to lie down? Oh, your leg is not in good condition, so you can lie on this bed, I'll move you over."
"Boss, how did you feel just now?"
She didn't know what kind of feeling he was asking about. If it was the feeling of kissing, then she didn't feel anything.
Because the brain hasn't processed it yet.
"I want to kiss you, perhaps because I've been through life and death and now I feel I should enjoy life while I can."
Well, his thinking is indeed different from theirs.
So what should she do? Should she refuse? She licked her lips.
Fang Yuerong didn't care whether she agreed or not; he directly grabbed the back of Wu Ziyan's head with his hand.
But it was very light, and the kiss wasn't domineering at all. It was more like guiding her step by step, teaching her.
But she didn't say that he had only kissed her. So why was he so skilled and versatile?
Does this thing have talent? Is it because she's naturally a blockhead?
She gently sucked on it, but perhaps she used too much force, because Fang Yuerong released her.
Judging from her kisses, she probably doesn't have many men; even her kissing skills are so clumsy and inexperienced.
“Master, this is not right. It should be like this. Open your mouth, and I will teach you.”
Her lips parted slightly, glistening with silver threads; she felt quite comfortable, without any bumps or bruises.
All you need to do is follow his rhythm, your tongues and teeth intertwined, your eyes filled with a sweet, ambiguous feeling.
Fang Yuerong retreated, and she advanced; she retreated, and he advanced; her hand, ah, she didn't even know when...
It hooked around his neck, extending downwards through the gap in his clothes.
Perhaps I was too engrossed in the activity, because when I used too much force, the wound started to hurt a bit, disrupting my rhythm.
She gently closed her mouth, almost biting Fang Yuerong's lips.
Wu Ziyan then released her, her eyes looking somewhat dejected and evasive.
Fang Yuerong stroked the back of her head: "Boss, have you learned it?"
She licked her lips again; her mouth was dry.
What just happened? My mind is blank, but it was so gentle, so touching! Help!
She even acted somewhat shyly, with her other hand resting on Fang Yuerong's shoulder, though it was soft and weak.
Fang Yuerong's eyes crinkled with amusement as she asked her again, "Have you learned it? Hmm?"
She shook her head, looked up and saw his eyes, which were filled with greed.
She nodded quickly, as if he would teach her again if she said she hadn't learned it.
The moon was clutching its own clothes outside; it was just too adorable.
Although their young master was different from ordinary people, he happened to meet Wu Ziyan, who satisfied his strong-willed personality.
"No, don't do this, I... we're still outside!"
"You mean it's fine to stay in the manor?"
"No, no, I can't be obsessed with men anymore."
Fang Yuerong found it somewhat amusing to hear what she was saying to herself.
What do you mean by being obsessed with male beauty? She's obsessed with him?
Fang Yuerong was a man who knew when to advance and when to retreat, and he limped contentedly back to bed.
However, the restless emotions in my heart were difficult to calm down for a long time.
Fortunately, there was a blanket to cover her up; otherwise, she wouldn't know where to hide her embarrassing side.
Hearing two coughs outside, Yue'er saw everything and felt a motherly feeling as she watched her son grow up.
His smile was harder to suppress than an AK. He walked up to Fang Yuerong and whispered, "Young Master, you've finally figured it out!"
Although he spoke softly, he was so close to Wu Ziyan that it was inevitable that she could hear him.
So Yue'er saw everything that just happened!
Her face flushed red and hot, while Fang Yuerong remained completely unfazed, as if he hadn't been the one who had just kissed her.
Yue'er also noticed a bulge in the blanket.
His young master has finally met someone who moves him both physically and emotionally.
Although this Fourth Prince is indeed not heroic and tall enough, their young master can handle him!
"Your Highness, do you like our young master?"
This month's opening remarks were truly shocking; didn't you see how embarrassed they were?
"You even dare to ask such a question?" Wu Ziyan looked at Fang Yuerong and said, "I like it."
"Yue'er!"
"When will Your Highness marry our young master? You two were kissing so passionately just now, I saw it all."
Wu Ziyan felt as if he had been struck by lightning; he was now completely stunned. Yue'er always speaks so bluntly.