470 “Female Counterattack (H)” Chapter 469

026 New Top Scholar (H)

The plot seemed to be different from what she had imagined. Looking at the calm and aggressive scholar, Ning Wan felt a little excited.

“If you obey me tonight and don’t resist, I will forgive your willfulness.”

His tone was very old-fashioned, serious, and serious, but Ning Wan’s heartstrings trembled. She bit her lip and said obediently: “I will definitely listen to my husband and not make any moves.”

The next second, Zhu Wanyi stepped forward and slowly took off her coat, leaving only an apricot-yellow bellyband. Then she cut her arms behind her back and tied them thinly with a red silk rope. Ning Wan was forced to straighten her chest, and her two bulging breasts stretched the bellyband up and down.

“Ms. sir, what are you doing…”

The restraint on her wrists was uncomfortable, and the way he tied it was not very clever. If she had the intention, Ning Wan could break free in a moment with her skills, but she obeyed obediently.

Zhu Wanyi snorted lightly and did not answer. He turned around and took out the divorce note from “The Analects of Confucius” and read: “I am not a virtuous and virtuous woman, and I am not worthy of your poetry. From today on, you will be your number one scholar, and I will be my mountain king… Madam, you are really heartless.”

Ning Wan whispered: “I’m not angry.”

“Normally, no matter how angry you are at making me angry, I won’t easily say that we won’t see you again.”

Ning Wan felt guilty and half lowered her head, revealing a section of her slender and white neck. With her hands tied behind her back, she looked pitiful and fragile: “So what are you going to do…”

Zhu Wanyi suppressed the pity that surged in her heart and clenched her knuckles tightly, fearing that she would step forward to hug her in the next second, and said with a straight face: “As long as you write a new love letter to me, this matter will be forgotten.”

“This is good, I like this, please let me go.”

“Since it’s a love letter, why don’t you write it more beautifully? Your calligraphy, which looks like a peach charm, really insults my ‘letter full of poems.'” He deliberately emphasized the tone of these four words, “Let my husband do it for me.”

He still moved slowly and unfolded a piece of snow-white rice paper.After pressing the corners with a ruler, he took out a brand new langhao. The pen column was about two fingers thick and the pen tip was about an inch and a half long. After everything was ready, Zhu Wanyi came to Ning Wan with the brush and said, “The only thing missing is the lady’s ink.”

Ning Wan said blankly: “Ink? Do you want me to grind it?”

“I’ll just come.” This serious scholar raised his hand with the tip of his brush and pressed it on her towering mountain, and drew a circle. Suddenly, a strange numbness crawled into his heart, and Ning Wan couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

After trying the pen, Zhu Wanyi used eighteen kinds of calligraphy skills on the tip of her breasts through her bellyband, including picking, wiping, hooking, drawing and lifting. The tips of the wolf hair were soft, tough, elastic and round, just like thousands of ants gnawing at her chest, and a breast bean stood up tremblingly, pushing out the bellyband to create an obvious bulge.Ning Wan gasped secretly because of him, and the gentle and sometimes heavy touches made her feel boundless desire in her heart. She really wished… she really wished that he could hold the two breasts, knead them hard, squeeze them, and never torture her like boiling a frog in warm water.

After Zhu Wanyi traced the tips of her two breasts as hard as stones, he saw her teeth biting her red lips, her nose briskly flaring, as if she was dissatisfied with desire, and the pen tip swiped her moist lips: “Don’t bite them.”

This blow, which was neither light nor heavy, made her blood flow unstable and made her whole body itchy. Ning Wan tried her best to resist the urge to break away from the red rope and shouted softly: “Mr.