The casualties were considerable.

  Zheng Jing smelled the fragrance on her body. A nose full of pagoda flower scent. A bit like jasmine, a bit like wild grass. Enchanted.

  She squeezed herself between him and the wall. Face to face. Strange. He couldn't move. Not a bit of strength. But... Zheng Jing wasn't flustered at all. She stuck close to him. A tiny source of light. Her eyes were clear and bottomless. Her spirit was like a ghostly fire that burned steadily in places where people shouldn't see, deeply entrancing him into willing submission to her manipulation.

  Zheng Jing was already a bit dazed. He looked up at her with his head tilted back, and this appearance of hers brought to mind her youth: a girl with short black hair, smiling as sweetly as the fragrance of osmanthus flowers in autumn. She didn't talk much, like Yan Shu's slow and deliberate words. She took care of herself, going to the sixth floor for self-study every day at 5 pm, carrying a large thermos of boiling water to make tea with dried tangerine peel and Western ginseng. During her unlucky days each month, she would go to the free market on Hongqi Hutong to buy and eat small insects-fed black chickens that had grown big, along with huge red dates and dangshen that looked like they were in their developmental stage (omitted), all slow-cooked together over low heat. Just before it was done, she would add ice sugar...

  He suddenly wanted to ask her if it was like that. Was she drinking licorice and ginseng? Was she eating black chicken and dangshen? But... he couldn't even get the words out. He could only take big gulps of air. She was...

  The ground suddenly became very soft. It was as if a thick layer of pagoda tree flowers had accumulated. Zheng Jing felt himself sinking in, one foot deep and the other shallow. With each step, the ground beneath him gave way like a sponge, making a soft "squeaking" sound. As he lifted his foot, the ground slowly rebounded back. It was as if he were walking on the moon. The heavy floating soil seemed to be connected to his heart, just like this - one deep and one shallow, being toyed with by her.

  She just kept her head down and aimed at the position. She only asked him to get close to her hair.

  Zheng Jing pressed against the hair. Imagining her inserting a China 2B pencil into her bun. Then he pulled it out. In an instant, the coiled hair scattered and bloomed like an orchid. Then, under the influence of gravity, it slowly fell to the ground and bounced back up with a gentle force, like falling flowers.

  "Hmm..." The two people simultaneously let out a low murmur.

  She began to speak in a low voice. Mumbling.

  "Light and carefree. Delicate and elegant; who cares? Plum blossoms are red and speckled. Jade liquid is crystal clear and gurgling. A sudden gust of wind. An instant wave surges. **Carrying on shoulders, oh!** The snake sweeps away with a whoosh..... Oh dear, you're either a snake or a dragon......" She's teasing you.

  "What pain. What swelling. My whole head is all numb and itchy, like mosquitoes biting and ants jumping around. Ah. Oh no. I shouted out loud..."

  Fairy... This is absolutely a fairy that takes lives...

  She hummed to herself.

  "She suddenly shook all over...". She really did shudder.

  Her voice was also trembling. Her body was also trembling.

  Is there anyone as bold as her? Like a volcano hidden by the woods. A Hetian jade uncut and unpolished, like a meat forest sealed behind a cold storage door.

  Her toes were tangled around his pant legs. Her heels must be as white as jade. Her ankles must be slender yet plump. The curve was beautiful. Soft and boneless. Wrapped around his pant legs. Tremblingly pulling down.

  Zheng Jing only felt as if he had been reborn three times. His body was soft and weak, his six souls and three spirits were dim and distant... Was she sucking out my marrow? Did she want to take my life?

  Zheng Jing "In a dream, I don't know if I'm a guest. For a moment, indulging in joy" At that time, the yamen was once again immersed in the tide. Become an immortal and go with the birds.

  The first half of the night is moist. The second half of the night is humid and sticky. When the two testicles under the official's crotch are mixed together, it's like the grand Holy Mother walking out of the right tent when the east has already turned white.

  She's so tired. This job is physically demanding. Two consecutive games. All her home games. The legs of the officials are all soft. However, this woman is slightly better than men. If it were those two who had to play both games, they would probably not be able to get out of bed.

  Now, all she wants is to find a place to curl up. Like a little hen tucking her tail in. The chick's head shrinks in. Curling up.

  Dazed and confused. It seems like there's a nest in front of me...

  The official is drunk like wine. His pants are sagging on his soft waist. His clothes are wrinkled like pickled vegetables. His hair is disheveled... To be honest, those two young masters were deceived by her. They were enchanted by the moist and seductive body of this demoness. Wake up and take a look! Is this that demoness? This is an unknown number of times' wicked woman.

  Now. This mother-in-law is extremely exhausted. As soon as she sees the nest, she falls asleep. No exaggeration. If she saw a doghouse, she would also lie down in it.

  Then, in a daze, I saw a place that seemed to be covered with a carpet... The courtyard was climbed up. Just snuggled up. But didn't expect that there was still a slope below, and it slid down with a rumble. Leaning against it again, it was quite comfortable. The person curled up and fell fast asleep, gone.

  It won't take long.

  The "den" of the yin began to shake. It sounded like something was closing.

  After a while.

  "Vroom..." The sound of an engine starting up.

  Right away.

  The "nest" of the yamen has been opened by a bird...

  Good heavens! You said the imperial guards would find a "nest" for her. She immediately found General Bird's military jeep and had it specially modified, disguising herself in the trunk...

  This is "good". This is really "very good".

  It wasn't until midnight that he woke up.

  Later in the middle of the night, he woke up again.

  Wait for the one who "kidnapped" her to come back...

  This side. The headquarters of General Han has become a mess like Mount Huaguo.

  Okay.

  The wicked and depraved harm innocent people.

  Has been pulled by General Han "personally" into the deep mountains and old forests to "reconnaissance enemy situation" go bird.